Memorial of Autumn Since ancient times, autumn has been a symbol of sadness, an expression of decline, and a barometer of the melancholy of life. Qu Yuan said, "The autumn wind is blowing, and the waves in the Dongting are under the leaves of the trees." Song Yu said, "What a tragedy, autumn is the air! The grass and trees are bleak and swaying down." Cao Pi also has the same poem in "Yan Ge Xing" "Autumn Wind" The weather is bleak and cool, and the grass and trees are shaking and turning to frost.” The desolate trees and fallen leaves in nature are the first thing that catches people's eyes. The objects in nature give people a sense of spiritual excitement. The four seasons of the universe are naturally associated with the four seasons of life. "The mountain monk can't count the sixty-year-old, and one leaf falls and he knows." Autumn is all over the world. "Autumn leaves fall, reaching objects and people, and sadness comes from it. Just as Lu Ji's "Wen Fu" said, "Sadness comes from fallen leaves in the strong autumn, and joy comes from the soft spring." The withering and prosperity of things triggers the sadness and joy in the heart. Sorrow is the autumn of the heart. For example, Li Bai said: "The crowds are cold and the oranges are orange, and the autumn colors are old sycamores." Jia Dao: "The autumn wind blows on the Weishui River, and the fallen leaves are all over Chang'an." Liu Yong: "The place is red and green, and everything is in bloom." Li Shangyin: "The autumn clouds do not disperse and the frost flies late. , The withered lotuses are left to listen to the sound of rain. "Meng Haoran said, "The autumn scenery is far away, and you can see the cold mountains when you go out." There are five unique clouds in Yuan Sadu: "The autumn wind blows the white waves, and the autumn rain ripples across the lake, and the passers-by feel the autumn." The poet Ma Daigen of the Dynasty pushed this kind of melancholy to the extreme, "The trees in a foreign country have fallen leaves, and people are alone at night under cold lamps." When traveling in a foreign country, I suddenly saw fallen leaves, the autumn air was blowing, and I sat alone with a lonely lamp, and my emotions suddenly arose, even as a young man. old. An empty garden with white dew, a solitary wall with wild monks, an extremely cold and lonely place, with so much vicissitudes of life that I can't even talk about it anymore. Du Zimei's "Ascend the High" "A sad autumn is often a guest for thousands of miles, and one who has been sick for hundreds of years appears on the stage alone." The poet has been away all year round, and suddenly when autumn leaves fall, he thinks of the pain of his life experience, the sick season, and the lost life, and his heart is full of melancholy. , thousands of miles and hundreds of years, boundless space and misty time, hardship and hatred, a new stop of poverty, all of which are drowned by the surging river water of drunken wine. His "Eight Poems on the Rise of Autumn" was written in the first year of Dali (766 AD) when he was living in Kuizhou. It reflects his unpredictable life experience, the wandering old land, the frustration of having no hope of relief, the national crisis and family sorrow, and the desolation and desolation of autumn. Integrated into one, desolate tragedy, vast melancholy, overwhelming, changing winds and clouds, turmoil, just like "the waves in the river and the sky surge, blocking the wind and clouds to the ground." On the occasion of "it is not famous to write articles, officials should retire due to old age and illness", The poet has no way to fulfill his ambitions, so he can only swim above the river. When he experienced the suffering at the bottom, he gained a spiritual return, "The fluttering is like a gull in the sky and the earth." Autumn is a reflection of the artistic conception, which is cold, bleak, lonely, desolate and simple. It is the realm where the prosperity of life is gone and the true nature is seen. It is the desolate and cold realm that artists strive for. "The sound of springs in thousands of valleys has gone away from the pines, and rows of autumn colors are approaching." "The autumn sky is brighter than the spring sky, and thousands of miles of frosty sky are quiet and lonely." Wang Bo's artistic conception is even broader, "The falling clouds and solitary swans fly together, the autumn water* **Li Bai is known for his boldness and boldness, "The wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this in high buildings." Su Shi, a great talent, has a state of mind that grows old with the world, and his paintings are full of colorful colors. In autumn, "You must remember the good times of the year, the most orange and green." There is also the pain of recalling the past like smoke, "people come with letters like autumn, and things are like spring dreams that leave no trace." There are also life like The dream cannot be looked back and sighs, "The world is a big dream, and there are several cool autumns in life." Song Linbu visualized the scene of autumn, "Sometimes a solitary bird flies in the autumn scenery, and cold smoke rises from the sunset when nothing happens." The sentimental Liu Yong, at this moment Putting aside the shallow chanting, I sang the bold song "To the Xiaoxiao dusk rain sprinkles on the river sky, to cleanse the autumn." For Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty, he fished alone on the Hanjiang River: "Thousands of birds flew away in thousands of mountains, and all traces of people were wiped out. A man with a lone boat and a man fishing in a cold river was alone." A boat with a foot of silk and an inch of hook. A song and a bottle of wine, and one person is fishing alone in the river. "The poet is independent and detached from the world, and his scenery is unparalleled and ancient. The world always likes the prosperity of spring and rejects the ruthlessness and loneliness of autumn. However, autumn is a season that people cannot avoid. Whether it is seasonal autumn or the autumn of life, with experience, suffering and vicissitudes, Only then can there be the maturity and harvest of autumn, and only then can there be the aging state of art. Many literati in history have sung loud and clear hymns of autumn: Liu Yuxi has two "Autumn Poems": Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane flies above the clouds in a clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky. The mountains are clear and the water is clear, frost comes at night, and several trees turn deep red into light yellow. Try going up to a high-rise building and it will clear your bones. Little do you know that the spring scenery can make people crazy. The poet Yang Wanli appreciated the unique beauty of autumn from another angle. His "Late Steps in the Cool Autumn" said: It is not inevitable that the autumn air will be sad, but the mild cold is a pleasant thing. The green pond is all gone, the red lotus leaves are all gone, but the lotus leaves are still blooming. Li Bai felt the joy and excitement of autumn from the autumn mountains and autumn waters. The crisp autumn air and pleasant autumn colors penetrated directly to the bottom of his pen: I feel the joy of autumn, but who can say that the joy of autumn is sad? The sun is about to set over the mountains, and the water and clear sky are suitable. Autumn is a sign of aging, which is why the idiom "old and full of autumn" is also used. However, on the other side, it is a symbol of maturity and sophistication, and the appearance of coldness and outline; it is the bright autumn moon and the flying magpie bridge; it is the rustling maple leaves and the silent autumn cicadas. At this moment, the leaves have completed a reincarnation, giving themselves to the earth and the strong roots, giving birth to a new round of maturity and harvest in the process of transformation. Therefore, autumn is also the love of fallen leaves for their roots, and the yearning of wild geese for the sky; autumn’s dedication is selfless, and the realm of autumn is profound.
The pastoral poet Wang Wei lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, wrote poems, painted and meditated, and often "walked to a waterless place and sat and watched the clouds rise". His understanding of autumn was unforgettable and profound, with natural objects, ethereal images, emotions and scenery. Fusion, harmony between mind and environment, the mountains and rivers in his eyes are the mountains and rivers in his heart, the mountains and rivers in his images.
His groups of landscape poems are just like landscape paintings. Read them