The names of the people who took the exam are all written on the list, which is known all over the world. Strangely, in his feeling, it is well known that he failed in the exam, which made him feel ashamed and depressed.
Leave Beijing! After negotiating the price, he set foot on the boat. This is not the expected plot. There might have been an affair of arranging flowers and wandering the streets, and there was the glory of returning home in clothes. However, after ten years of cold window, although he was a thorn in his side, he didn't have a corner seat at Qionglin banquet.
The ship is sailing like the wind.
Jiang Feng is like a fire, holding a cold flame on the shore. At dusk, the ship arrived in Suzhou. However, this beautiful ancient city is just another place that touches Zhang's sad feelings.
If there is anything to do during the day, for a scholar, it is reading! What about at night? You should go to bed at night to keep your mental state and watch it the next day. However, tonight is a sad night. Tonight, in a foreign land, by the river, in the season of autumn cold and high geese, allow a down-and-out taxi to indulge his sadness. The river can hold the tears of all unfortunate people indefinitely.
On such a night, I sat cruelly, listening to the sound of my heart being bitten by something and disappearing one by one. And look at your life like a residual lamp in a strong wind. All your strength is spent on resistance, the oil is running out, and the small fire may go out all the time. However, what is hateful is that it has never been gorgeous and brilliant in its life!
The river slept, the boat slept, the boatman slept, and the people on the shore slept. Only he, Zhang Ji, is awake. The deeper the night, the more awake he is, like a dead tree, like an empty nest beam.
At first, sleep rejected him (well, I have been rejected everywhere in my life). Then, people got angry. Well, if you don't sleep, you won't sleep If you wake up alone at night, you will simply take a thorough look at yourself. Why not?
The moon is slanting to the west, looking listless. There are birds singing, rough and hoarse, crows, and the moon is even dimmer because of its frequent chirping. On the river bank, I think it's frost grass. In the night sky, the planetesimals are like clear frost, and every grain is absolutely sad.
In the corner of his beard and forehead, he felt as if he was getting cold, and the gloomy and hostile chill was waiting for the frost flowers condensed in early autumn to decorate his miserable young face.
Fishing and fire on the river two three, what are they doing? Fishing, right, or shrimp? Do they also cast nets? Times are hard! Even a handsome fisherman can't help jumping into the storm, can he?
However, hard work is also a kind of happiness! Tonight, the moon is bright, the frost is cool, the people at ease are sleeping, and the people at work go to work. Only I, Zhang Ji, don't accept anything. I have neither the right to work nor the right to sleep. ...
The bell rang, the strange late-night bell of Hanshan Temple. Generally, drums and morning bells are ringing in temples, and the "midnight bell" in Hanshan Temple is shaking the earth. The bell is near the water. For others, the sound is just the vague background music in their sleep. However, in him, one by one hit the heart, right in the middle. The bell is beautiful, but does it hurt?
As he didn't sleep, he pushed the pillow up and wrote the words "a night-mooring near maple bridge" in the dark. Then, just copy the remaining 28 words. I say "copy" because those 28 words stand out in his mind, just like the black words on the white wall:
The moon sets, birds sing and frost fills the sky.
River maple, fishing lamp, and eternal dark sleep
Outside the city wall, from Hanshan Temple
The midnight bell rang and the passenger ship arrived.
Thank God, if there were no last Zhang Ji, there would be a good poem missing in the history of poetry, and no one would speak for us in a certain mood.
1200 years later, who is the champion on that long list (that is, the paper gold list that Zhang Ji can't squeeze in)? Ha! Who cares who he is? The name that is really remembered is "Zhang Ji, a laggard". Will anyone remember the grand parade of the champion in red? Don't! We only remember the frustrated man on the autumn night passenger ship and his immortal insomnia.