However, this seemingly ordinary song "Send to Zhang Yuanfu" always feels strange after reading it over and over.
Zhang Yuanfu was the editor of the shogunate Li Yijian, the governor of Xichuan. The whole poem seems to be a poem or a letter sent to Zhang Yuanfu by Xue Tao after he lived in seclusion in Huanhua River.
However, this poem is not a harmonious poem, nor is it a poem for socializing over a toast. Although it is written to a friend, there is a hint of coldness throughout it. Not complaining about separation, not talking about lovesickness, not understanding other people's worries, not thinking about one's own sorrow, just being indifferent and a little helpless. If not for the word "send" in the title, who would have thought that this was a poem sent to a friend?
More like talking to oneself, talking to oneself. It gave rise to a lot of curiosity and speculation.
She was dressed in red and wandered alone in Huanhua Creek. Her front and back were desolate and her left and right were desolate. It's not that I'm unhappy, just a little lonely. The egrets by the stream seemed to have become accustomed to her appearance, squinting at this lonely woman.
This is Xue Tao who has been freed from music. This is Xue Tao by the Huanhua River. This is Xue Tao, whose talent is astonishing in Sichuan. This is Xue Tao, who is friends with famous officials in Xichuan.
She no longer needs to rely on her talent, beauty, and beauty to establish herself, and food and clothing are no longer an urgent problem that needs to be solved. She no longer has to deliberately flatter and compromise, as all the successive Jiannan Jiedushi envoys respect and admire her.
But she must still be lonely. Otherwise, why is there always lurking between her brows that hint of the loneliness of ice and snow that will last forever?
This is the legend about Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi. It is also a swan song about mountains and flowing water, but it is also a chant about "a close friend" that will last for thousands of years.
While Bo Ya was playing the piano, Zhong Ziqi was watching. When Boya played, he meant the mountains. Zhong Ziqi said: "It's so good! The sound of the piano is like the towering mountains." Boya meant the flowing water. Zhong Ziqi exclaimed: "It's so good!" The sound of the piano is like the never-ending river. "No matter what Boya was thinking (while playing), Zhong Ziqi could always express his thoughts accurately. After Zhong Ziqi's death, Boya felt that he could never find a soulmate who understood him better than Zhong Ziqi. , So I broke my qin and never played it again.
I broke the qin and Fengweihan, no one will play for me anymore! The spring breeze is full of friends, it is difficult to find a close friend.
< p> Life is short, but this short journey will often make people feel tired. The road ahead is long. Looking around, is there anyone in this world who is willing to accompany me for a while?Boya. Fortunately, he met Ziqi. Even if Ziqi passed away before him, the scene of friendship in the mountains and flowing water was enough to comfort his lonely life.
Life is a process of asking one's mind. God looks down on all living beings without showing any signs of it. Who am I? Where do I come from? Where do I want to go?
But ask yourself this question. It is so desolate and lonely that most people spend their entire lives unable to figure it out. Everyone is begging for blessings and mercy, and for the person who can accompany them to face the torture of life to appear. < /p>
Or a friend, or a couple. They are people who can support each other on the journey of life, and stay with each other on the journey of their hearts.
Uncle. Ya had met Ziqi.
She had met Yuan Zhen and Du Mu. Among the eleven Jiannan Jiedu envoys, there were not a few who fell in love with him. Not to mention the countless literati and poets who came here to visit him. But, where was her close friend? The bosom friend simply and joyfully put all her yearning for beauty on him, naively thinking that that person was the right person she was waiting for in the endless wilderness of time.
" I plan to marry and rest for the rest of my life. Even if I am ruthlessly abandoned, I cannot be ashamed. "Wei Zhuang said this, and Xue Tao was so willing.
It's a pity that the man who sighed, "I will only open my eyes all night long, and repay my life without raising my eyebrows" is not her husband after all. That book He is a passionate person, and when his love overflows, it becomes a disaster, and then it becomes as light as water.
He withdrew all his deep feelings, leaving a place full of disappointment. The beautiful thing just disappeared with the wind and was defeated.
Fortunately, although she was naive, she was sober enough to accept her fate calmly, or in other words, she was sober. The man paid all her pain and lived freely, unlike Yu Xuanji's broken pot, with his colorful flags high in front of him and smiling at the guests from all over the world. He just quietly hid in a corner of the world, watching the rising and falling. Blooming with spring flowers and autumn leaves, until the world is regarded as a huge joke.
Yu Boya broke the Yao Qin made by Fu Xi and stopped playing the Qin. Xue Tao dressed in red and sat by the Huanhua River. , the door of the heart will never be opened again.
What kind of sadness is that?
Let’s talk about this poem again.
"Ask me about the sorrow and loneliness in the world, Boya's string is absolutely silent." I don't know why, I don't want to interpret this sentence as Xue Tao's emotion to Zhang Yuanfu. Xu Shi always thought in his heart that he could be like this The woman who is in love with her is definitely not an ordinary man. Even if he is not an unparalleled hero with five-colored auspicious clouds at his feet, he should be a man with a beautiful heart and a beautiful heart.
But if you don’t know your heart, wouldn’t this sigh be a bit secretive?
Suddenly I thought of the scene in "In the Mood for Love" in which Tony Leung's character Chow Mo-wan talks to a tree hole, as if he suddenly realized something.
It's just the ambiguity that has been accumulated in my heart for too long, and I want to find an outlet to talk to. Because of the slight sense of alienation, this kind of venting can be more direct and safer.
As I said, Xue Tao is a very sober woman. It is absolutely impossible for such a woman to suddenly say "I'm so lonely" when making peace. If this is the case, the girl's school secretary will no longer be the girl's school secretary and directly transform into Sister Pomegranate.
However, this woman is too lonely.
Lock all the past events in the deepest part of your heart, and everything around you will turn into wisps of autumn wind that do not linger in your heart. No matter how the wind blows from southeast to northwest, I will write it down in one word: heart.
Xue Tao became indifferent, saw through it, and was truly lonely. Most things in this world come from confusion and go away from confusion. Only when you force yourself to look clearly do you realize that mountains are still mountains and water is still water. People are no longer the original people.
She could only turn the slightest sadness into poetry and send it to a friend she didn't know well. I don’t ask for relief, I don’t ask for comfort, I just use this small crimson paper to write down my own powerlessness and frustration, just write it down, no need to reply, no need to reply. This was her way of healing herself. She couldn't tell others about the pain of licking her wounds, so why not tell the tree hole, at least she wouldn't be hurt again.
This is not Yu Xuanji's lament that "it is easy to find priceless treasures, but it is rare to find a lover", but more like Yue Fei's "Little Heavy Mountain" "I want to give my heart to the Yao Qin. If there are few close friends, who will break the string?" listen".
Who will listen when the string breaks?