Reading Li He, you can't escape from his "ghost domain". Among the more than 200 poems that have been handed down to this day, there are more than ten ghost poems, among which Qiu Lai is one, a lonely masterpiece with the narrowest ghost. The whole poem is written like this: "The wind shakes the strong man, and the weak light cries cold around the latitude." Who saw Qing Jian weaving books without sending flowers, insects, powder and empty moths? This thought involves, my stomach should be worried tonight, the rain is cold, like an ancient poet comforting a hanging soul. Autumn ghosts sing precious poems and hate blood for thousands of years! "Poetry is a combination of subjective feelings and lonely graves and ghosts. It conveys feelings with things, with ghosts, and expresses the poet's profound and broad worries and indignation with magnificent and peculiar artistic images, which is chilling and creepy.
One or two sentences use "autumn" to express feelings and convey feelings in scenes. The autumn wind is rustling, the shadows of trees are rustling, the residual lights are fading, and the weft is moaning. These landscapes can easily touch the sentimental feelings of talented people. However, Li He's feelings are different from the sadness, sigh and anger of ordinary literati. The words "heart-pounding", "bitter", "cold", "faint lamp", "crow" and "plain" with strong stimulation and cold tone clearly and powerfully show the poet's heart-wrenching pain in the autumn of his life and his desperate struggle in his spiritual journey. Autumn leaves have just fallen, but for poets, they are thrilling and infinitely sad; It's just that the lights are fading and insects are singing, but the poet is hungry and cold, and his spirit is cold. How many people can feel so cold and talk so sadly and hopelessly? Who can be the enemy? Why is Li He so sad and crying? "The sun and the moon have a new look, and those who are interested will not be hired." This is the common feeling of wise people through the ages. Li He's unfortunate life experience, amazing talent and despair in the examination room make him very sensitive to Xiao Xiao's style in cold autumn. Autumn seems to have sentenced him to death for his future life, and autumn seems to have hurt his extraordinary free mind. In autumn, what can he do except cry like a winding weft and struggle like a broken lamp?
Three or four sentences are full of complaints and resentment. The first sentence asks questions in a positive way, and the second sentence supplements them in a negative way. Facing the dim light and listening to the autumn sound, the poet was deeply moved and miserable. We seem to hear the poet give a long sigh: "Who will appreciate these poems that he has worked so hard to write without being eaten into powder by moths?" The word "pink moth" is shocking and terrible. Imagine: the autumn wind poem written by the poet all night, no one can understand it, no one appreciates it, so he has to put it on the shelf and let the ignorant bugs bite it and tear it into powder! How disappointed, angry and miserable the poet would be if no one asked him about poverty. The greatest sorrow of an article master is that there are no confidants and heroes in the world! Accompanied by these dignified poems, it is barren, lonely, dilapidated and ravaged, which is obviously a personal insult and spiritual murder to Li He. A person writing poetry is almost heartbroken and desperate. Li Can, doesn't he suffer?
Five or six sentences closely follow the meaning of three or four sentences, describing the illusion in suffering, and seeing more gloomy clouds and fog. The poet tossed and turned and stayed up all night, feeling deeply incompetent. He was entangled and tortured by the sorrow and pain of sinking, as if his ileum were going straight. He thought bitterly, thinking: ... in the fading light, in a trance, he seemed to see his bosom friend whom he admired. In the cold rain, the "sweet soul" of an ancient poet came to ask me that this "scholar" came. In these two sentences, the poet's mood is extremely painful and his brushwork is complicated. I don't say "remembering the child's abdominal erosion, heartbroken" (midnight song in Jin Dynasty), nor "I saw nothing for three hundred miles, only a vague forest and river rolling in our intestines for nine times" (Liu Zongyuan), but "think straight tonight". Li He himself created a new word, full of anxiety and confusion. It is even possible to smooth it out, which shows that the poet is deeply worried. The funeral is only for the living to the dead, but Li He said that ghosts are comforting the living, and the ghosts are beautiful, fragrant and solemn, which is even more extraordinary in groundbreaking poems.
Moreover, the seven or eight sentences further describe the sad picture of ghost singing on this basis. In the dim cold window, in the biting wind and rain, the poet seemed to vaguely hear the ghosts in the autumn grave singing, singing the poems that Bao Zhao used to express anger and write down hatred, crying the sadness in front of the poet, and there was a kind of sadness like the sea between the words that were crying. It seems that throughout the ages, literati like Bao Zhao and Li He, their grievances are like the game-writing protocol of Changhong, and their ghosts are buried in graves, which will last for thousands of years. Literally speaking, Bao Zhao actually borrowed someone else's glass and poured a brick into his chest. People with lofty ideals have no talent, and they have the same hatred throughout the ages!
This is a famous "ghost" poem. In fact, what the poet wants to express is not the "ghost", but the self-image of the lyric poet. The thrilling wind, fragrant soul, ghosts singing precious poems, hatred of blood turning blue and other images appear. Mainly to express the poet's anguish and grievances. The poet can't find a bosom friend in the world, so he has to seek the same origin in the underworld. What a pity!