(Song Jiang) A person, after drinking two cups, leaned against the railing, and I was intoxicated, and suddenly I felt intoxicated. I thought: "I was born in Shandong, grew up in Yuncheng, and was born a scholar." I've met many Jianghu heroes. Although I left a fake name, I am over 30 years old, but my name is not pleasant to hear. I've been tattooed on my cheek, and I deserve to be here. How can my father and brother meet in my hometown? " I didn't feel the wine coming up, tears streaming down my face, the wind was shocking, and I hated and hurt. Suddenly wrote a song "Xijiang Moon" and asked the bartender to borrow a pen and inkstone. When he got up to watch the play, he saw many poems written by his ancestors on the white powder wall. Song Jiang thought, "Why not write it here? If he is in glory, come back and watch it again to remember the years and think about today's suffering. " Riding on the carnival, I ground it into thick ink and dipped it in my pen. I went to the white powder wall and wrote:
I have been attacking history since I was a child, and I have the power to grow. Like a tiger lying on a barren hill, its hidden minions endure.
It's a pity that tattooed cheeks deserve Jiangzhou. If he takes revenge, he will surely wash the mouth of Xunyang River!
Sung river to write, "since watching the laughter, and drank a few glasses of wine, feel happy, since the swing, dancing, and picked up a pen, go to see the Xijiang bright moon, and then write four poems, its way is:
My heart is in Shandong, my body is in Wu, and I am floating on the sea.
If he was Ling Yunzhi, dare to laugh at Huang Chao's husband!
After Song Jiang finished writing the poem, he went to the back and wrote a big book with five words: "Written by Jiang." ……
Song Jiang's poem is all about venting his unhappiness and praising his ambition.
The word "Xijiang Moon" has been attacking the classic history since childhood, and it has gained strength when it grows up. "I said.
I studied classics since I was a child and became proficient in tactics when I grew up. I can be an official in Song Jiang, and my skill in Song Jiang is not bad at all.
"Like a tiger lying on a barren hill, its hidden minions endure." But bad luck, mixed for a long time but a small official, such as a tiger falling in Pingyang, submit to humiliation.
"It's a pity that the tattoo cheek is worthy of Jiangzhou." This is a further sigh for my current poverty. I think that a man of the world like Song Jiang has become a prisoner and has been sent to Jiangzhou. God is really unfair to me, sung river.
"If he had taken revenge in those days, he would have washed the Xunyang estuary with blood!" The meaning of these two sentences is that if this continues, I will throw caution to the wind in Liangshan. Since the court won't give me a way out and God is unfair to me, I, Song Jiang, will come back for justice by myself, and I must call this Xunyang River a river of blood.
Judging from this poem "Xijiang Moon", on the one hand, Song Jiang lamented that his heart was higher than the sky and his life was thinner than paper; On the other hand, Song Jiang's subconscious has always been rebellious, at least he has always regarded Liangshan as his retreat. When Song Jiang was at the end of the road in officialdom, he instinctively remembered that he still had a road to rivers and lakes. In the Jianghu world, I, Song Jiang, am a famous timely rain. If it really annoys me, I will go to Liangshan.
The next four-line poem tells the inner thoughts of Song Jiang after he was drunk:
"The heart is in Shandong and in Wu, floating in the Pengjianghai."
It is said that although I am in Wudi (Jiangzhou), my heart is in Shandong (Liangshan). Wandering around the Jianghu is really a waste of time. If I had known this, I would have become an outlaw.
"If he goes to Ling Yunzhi, he dares to laugh at Huang Chao's husband!" , if I sung river in liangshan, which day if realized my lofty aspirations, with my ability to control sung river, Huang Chao again calculate what. Huang Chao was the leader of the peasant uprising army in the late Tang Dynasty. From an orthodox point of view, he is of course an extra-large anti-thief. This sentence is also an imitation of Huang Chao's poem "If I were Di Qing next year, I would open it with peach blossoms." (Chrysanthemum).