Returning the King's Pearl with Tears ~ The True Meaning of Sad and Poignant Poems
Zhang Ji, courtesy name Wenchang, was from Suzhou. He was a Jinshi in the 15th year of Zhenyuan of the Tang Dynasty, and was worshiped as the Taizhu of Taichang Temple. Moved to Secretary Lang. Later, on the recommendation of Han Yu, he was awarded official positions such as Doctor of the State. Many celebrities at that time were happy to travel with him.
In Dongping, there was a master named Li Situ. The three fathers and sons divided the country into one side. It was the most domineering vassal town at that time. Li Shidao admired Zhang Ji's knowledge very much and wanted to recruit him to serve him.
Although Zhang Ji was a poor official, he was indifferent to fame and fortune, and he was not willing to associate with rebellious ministers. He often wrote poems to make himself happy, and he was carefree and at ease. Zhang Ji could not directly refuse Li Shidao's recruitment, so he wrote a poem "Yan of a Chaste Woman" and sent it to Li Situ Shidao:
You know that I have a husband, so I gave you two pearls.
I feel your lingering affection, tied in a red lining.
The high-rise buildings of my concubine’s house are connected to the garden, and my beloved man is holding a halberd in the bright light.
I know that my heart is like the sun and the moon, and my husband's vows are as important as life and death.
Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing we had met before she was married.
Literally, this is a sad and beautiful poem. The famous line "Returning the king's pearls sheds tears, wishing we could meet again when we were not married." It is now often quoted to express love for others. Deeply affectionate, because the time and things do not match, I can only reluctantly refuse.
At that time, Zhang Ji, the purpose of this poem was to express his gratitude rather than accept the offer. After Li Shidao saw it, he had to give up and no longer forced it.
There are two emotions in the world that can be called romantic, one is called mutual affection, and the other is called forgetting each other in the world. What we have to do is to strive to be with the person we love most, and to forget the person we love next.
Maybe it’s not that my heart has never moved, it’s not that it’s impossible, it’s just that we are destined but not destined, the love is deep and shallow, and we fell in love at the wrong time.
When we look back on the past and think of the loves that streaked across our lives like meteors, we often blame fate for missing each other. In fact, in the final analysis, fate is such an illusory and abstract concept. What really affects us is often the opportunity to meet and fall in love at that moment or three. The relationship between men and women is full of hesitation, uncertainty and reservation. A small variable can completely change the direction of choice.
If I had appeared earlier, maybe you wouldn’t have been intertwined with another person; or if I had met a little later, it would have been so late that the two people slowly learned tolerance and tolerance in their respective love experiences. With consideration, kindness and compromise, maybe when we come together, we won't give up so easily, turn around willfully, and let go of love.
Who did you meet when you were at your most beautiful? When you deeply love someone, who stays with you? How much time does love give you to meet and separate, to choose and to regret?
It’s not that I’m not heartbroken, it’s not that I don’t regret it, but I no longer have time to embrace each other. If you love someone but can't be together; if you love each other but can't meet at the right time; if you love but love at the wrong time, what other choice do you have except to cherish that drop of tears from the bottom of your heart and walk away without words?
To meet your lover in the wilderness of time, neither a step too early nor a step too late, among millions of people, is such a rare fate. More often than not, we are just constantly We missed each other, missed the spring with flowers fluttering in the wind, and missed the autumn with rustling maple leaves, until the sky was covered with snow and the years were gone. After many bitter sighs, we finally understand that even if it is sincere, even if it is intimate, even if both of us share the same concerns, our love still needs time to be perfected and tested. This world has too many restrictions and hidden taboos, as well as too many unpredictable changes and involuntary separations. Once you turn around, you may have missed it for the rest of your life. It will take many years to fully understand all the struggles and efforts, and it may still be a joke played by fate. God only blinked his eyes in the clouds, and all endings were completely changed.
Meeting the right person at the right time is a kind of happiness;
Meeting the wrong person at the right time is a kind of sadness;
Meeting the right person at the wrong time is a kind of sigh;
Meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is a kind of helplessness.