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After autumn, cicada is so sad. Facing the pavilion, it is evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Drinking wine in the farewell tent outside the Bianjing city gate is not in a good mood. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board were already urging me to start. Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat. Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless.

Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention this cold and desolate autumn, how can this sadness of leaving stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid there are only Liu 'an, the biting morning wind and the waning moon at dawn. We haven't seen each other for a long time. People who love each other are not together. ) Even if it's fine weather and beautiful scenery, it's just like nothing. Even if you are full of affection, who will you tell?

Writing background

Yulinling originated from the story of Xuanzong and Yang Guifei in Tang Dynasty. After the mutiny, Yang Guifei died. After putting down the rebellion, Xuanzong returned to the north, and it rained all the way. The wind and rain hit Huang Luan's golden bell, and Ming Taizu wrote in his miscellany: "Ming Taizu was lucky in Shu, traveling southwest, and entering the oblique valley first. It was a rainy day, and he heard the bell on the plank road in the rain. The world mourned the noble lady, and chose her voice as the song "Yulinling" to express her hatred. " This is also the origin of the inscription "Yu Linling".

This song "Yulinling" is a work by Liu Yong who left Bianjing for Zhejiang when his career was frustrated. With the sad autumn scenery as the foil, Ci expresses the feelings of parting with the one you love. The last movie wrote a farewell scene, which showed the farewell scene in a profound and detailed way. The next film is about the imaginary parting scene, which shows the deep feelings of both sides. The whole word is like running water, written all over the world. Don't hate it. Poets write landscapes, objects, narratives and lyricism in a simple way. Sincere feelings and sad writing style.

Brief introduction of the author

brief introduction

Bai Yi Qing Xiang Liu Yong (about 987- about 1053) was born in Chong 'an (now Fujian). Poets in Northern Song Dynasty. Formerly known as Sanbian, the word Jingzhuang. Later renamed Yong, the word Qing. Ranked seventh, also known as Liu Qi. He is a scholar in the imperial court, and the official is Yuan Wailang, so he is known as Liu Tuntian in the world. Because of his bumpy career and poor life, he turned from pursuing fame to being tired of officialdom, indulging in the charming and prosperous urban life, and looking for sustenance in "leaning on the red and leaning on the green" and "singing lightly". As the first poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, he not only developed the theme of ci, but also created a large number of slow ci, developed narrative skills, and promoted the popularization and colloquialism of ci, which had a great influence in the history of ci. Beijing tour Jinshi, official wasteland Yuanwailang. As a bohemian, he was down and out all his life. His ci mostly describes the city scenery and the life of geisha, and he is especially good at expressing the feelings of traveling and service. Ci is very popular, "there is a well to drink, and you can sing Liu Ci". There is an action set.

all one's life

Liu Yong's father, uncle and brother are all Jinshi, even his son and nephew. Liu Yong's own career is also bumpy. In the first year of Jingyou (1034), he was born as a scholar, nearly half a year old. He was awarded Yuan Wailang, also known as Liu Tuntian. The lyrics are excellent and widely circulated. Only one volume of his works, The Collection of Movements, has survived to this day. Describe the hardships of travel, such as Ling and Klang Ganzhou. They sang unbearable parting and unforgettable memories with a serious attitude, which is very infectious.

Liu Yong sang in Fireworks Liuxiang all his life, and most of his words were born in songs and dances and embroidered quilts. At that time, the voice of the singers was: "I don't want to be summoned by the king, I want to be summoned by Liu Qi;" I don't want thousands of gold, I want to get Liu Qixin; I don't want to see the gods, I want to know the seven sides of the willow. " Liu Yong was poor in his later years and died penniless. It was his geisha sisters who raised money for the funeral in the camp. After death, there were no relatives to pay homage. Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, geisha meet to pay homage to their tombs, and they are used to each other, which is called "Hanging Willow Seven" or "Hanging Willow Meeting".

anecdote

Liu Sanbian: There is a sentence in Liu Yong's "Crane to the Sky", and Renzong criticized him in the Northern Song Dynasty: "This person likes to' light songs', so why should he' float his name'? And fill in the text. " Erase the name. Liu Yong claimed: "Write words in order."

Guizi, Sanqiu, Shili Lotus: According to legend, Yan Yanliang read Liu Yong's "Watching the Sea" and praised the beauty of Hangzhou: "The southeast is hard to harvest, and the three cities of Wu have been prosperous since ancient times ... There is" Sanqiu Devil, Shili Lotus "and" I set out to cross the river and immediately set out to attack the Song Dynasty with 600,000 troops ". (Luo Dajing's "He Lu" Volume 1)

Anyone who has a well can sing Liu Ci: Ye Songmeng's "Xia Wu Yu" records: "Liu Yong lingered in the narrow evil and was good at singing. Every time the musicians in the teaching workshop get a new tune, they always try to resign themselves to fate and start wandering around the world, so the sound will spread for a while. Yu Shi, a Dantu, saw a Western Xia returning to the official cloud:' Anyone who has a well can sing Liu Ci.' Liu Ci can be divided into two schools: vulgar Ci and elegant Ci.

The Fall of Romantic Genius Liu Yong

Comment on Liu Yong, no matter how you look at him, you have to admit that he is the leading romantic genius in the history of China literature. Li Bai is talented, and Su Shi is also romantic. Think romantic, play romantic, with ease. I'm afraid neither Li Bai nor Su Shi can compare with Liu Yong.

Liu Yong is not only a romantic genius, but also a failed mentor, an alcoholic who often drinks and gets drunk, a prodigal son who haunts Chu Pavilion, a small official with a bumpy career, a professional poet who is ordered to write lyrics, a tourist who wanders around the Jianghu, a pretentious "girl in white", an iron elder brother of a prostitute in a singing house, a bohemian playboy, a street freelance writer and an angry emperor.

When I think of Liu Yong, I naturally think of a famous sentence that has been passed down through the ages: "Since ancient times, it is more worthy of being left out in the clear autumn! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu. ..... "As if to see the autumn scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, the water and the sky are the same under the bridge. There are 100 thousand families in the wind curtain. Sanqiu cassia seed and Shili lotus flower are reflected in the lake. Clouds and trees surround the dike sand, and there are blue boats to urge the hair. In the sunset, my heart is cold and sad. Liuyong, with a sad face, said goodbye to two or three girls who came to see me off. Looking at those tearful eyes, Liu Yong whispered a long complaint: "In the intermittent setting sun. For the evening scene, I miss the distance, and new sorrows and old hatreds come and go. Acacia people are thousands of miles apart. The two places miss each other's feelings and are separated by Qian Shan. The rain stopped, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the twelve Qingfeng peaks could not be seen in the distance. Without words, who will rely on high intentions? There are 10 thousand kinds of things written vertically, but who will send them to the cloud? ……"

It is well written and beautifully expressed. Liu Yong's works are full of sunshine, spring rain and painters. His description of Jiangnan is vivid, affectionate and tasteful, which fascinates the talented people in Jiangnan. Liu Yong's heart is naive, gentle and affectionate. In the sound training, such as cuckoo crying blood, such as autumn rain beating ping, the lyrics are so graceful.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the rule that "poets should beware of prosperity" that Liu Yong's life is too unlucky. The first time I went to Beijing to catch the exam, I failed the list. I failed the list for the second time. Supposedly, tutoring can make a comeback. Liu Yong, who did not admit defeat, just couldn't hold his breath, so he wrote a poem "He Tianchong" that was full of complaints and shallow knowledge:

On the gold list, I lost hope. How to be a temporary legacy of the Ming Dynasty? If you don't succeed, go for it. There's no need to talk about mourning. A talented scholar and poet naturally wears white clothes.

Yanhua alley is a stranger, as Danqing barrier. Fortunately, there are people in the right place, I can look for them. And snuggled up to the red jade, had an affair, and life was smooth sailing. Youth is a soldier. Endure superficial fame and sing shallowly.

If you don't reflect on yourself, it should be said that the emperor didn't find himself and the government missed the talents. Obviously, he is a civilian, but he must be said to be a talented poet and a senior official without an official robe. In particular, what the authorities can't tolerate is the last sentence: "Endure floating names and sing shallowly." Young people are really crazy. I failed the list, I don't know how to lose face, and I have to pretend to be lofty in exchange for "shallow singing."

Liuyong, who is full of complaints, just wants to be happy for a while. He never imagined that it was the song "He" that made his life miserable. There is nothing wrong with writing a few naughty poems after failing the exam. The problem is that you are not an ordinary epigenetic, you are Liu Yong, and if you are Liu Yong, people will sing wherever there is well water. Liu Yong doesn't know that his name and lyrics have covered the streets and halls near and far; I don't know that magnetic words and fresh rhythm have conquered fans and groupies all over the world. What's more, in some dark corners, some people are peeping at his tracks, and some people are disassembling the unstable factors in his poems.

A few days later, Liu Yong's "cranes fly into the sky" arrived in Song Renzong. Renzong watched and sang repeatedly, and the more he read, the less he felt, and the more he read, the more annoying he became. In particular, the phrase "endure the floating name. Change to shallow singing. " It really hit a sore spot in Song Renzong. Three years later, Liu Yong took the exam again, and finally passed several levels, only waiting for the emperor to circle the list. Who knows, Emperor Renzong saw the word "Liu Yong" in the register, and Long Yan flew into a rage. He wished that Liu Yong's name could not be erased, and he criticized: "Why do you go to shallow wine and sing low?"

The opponent is too strong. Liu Yong, who was removed from the list, pretended to be happy with tears. He cynically wandered the rivers and lakes under the royal signboard of "deliberately writing lyrics" Go deep into the dance floor of the song building, carry out the imperial edict of Renzong angrily, and "sing low" day and night. This move is also poisonous enough. He was out of breath playing with the emperor's humiliation and embarrassment.

Liu Yong, who wrote the lyrics according to the list, played the "shallow singing" of the royal group, and actually hit the nail on the head, becoming a famous superstar and playing a famous brand effect. The most rare thing is that the bitterness of the ballroom and the wind and rain of the journey have made Liu Yong immortal and brilliant in Song poetry, laying the foundation for his unique tragic life. This is Liu Yong's great fortune, and it is also the great fortune of China literature.

Qin Lou Chuguan, a dancer and geisha, is a very experienced and sensitive topic. Dignitaries, gentlemen and gentlemen, relying on their power, fell in love with money and money in the Qin Lou Chu Guan, and led a drunken life in singing and dancing. Because of power, all this is legal and should be. They can turn around and go back to palaces and mansions, put on official clothes and black veil. As traditional moral guardians, they slandered and abused dancers and geisha who had been humiliated by them to show their civilization, elegance and integrity. Liu Yong is different, maybe only Liu Yong is different. With kindness and sincere sympathy, he observed the women living at the bottom. He put down the "white minister" who looked down on the powerful, exchanged his heart for hers, made friends with dancers and geisha, and warmed those cold hearts and bleeding souls with full true feelings. In this world full of sewage, Liu Yong saw the filth in the bones of the Song Dynasty and the meanness under the sublime cover. The dirtiest and meanest place is not the Qin Lou Chu Guan, but the magnificent palace.

Facing life, Liu Yong made no secret of his feelings and publicly sang his own voice. In Music Day and Night, I wrote:

Who caused loneliness? Foreword is always faint. I know it's hard to fight on the ground, but I regret not holding it. Not only honesty, but also people's hearts. If you don't think about it for a day, you will have a thousand eyebrows.

There is a saying in "Yu Jie Xing": I am like a flower, and I am still surprised when I dream. I can't sleep with my clothes on. A pillow is rummaged a thousand times. Only Hua Liang, a newcomer from Shuang Yan, was impressed.

"Phoenix Indus" wrote: Alone in a dangerous building, the wind is thin, I look forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and mountain light, no one will follow the instructions of the column and plan to get drunk and sing the right wine. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

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True love, true love, truth, true man.

Dare to write, dare to sing, dare to act, dare to rebel.

Open and aboveboard, frank, sweet, rare truth, legendary story. In that society full of filth, hypocrisy, deception and cruelty, it goes without saying that Liu Yong wrote lyrics and music for dancers and singers. They embraced warmly and fell in love madly, but they were noble, clean and brilliant. If this is Liu Yong's sinking, then this sinking is so beautiful and wonderful. This is enough to eclipse those relationships in the world, especially those based on power and money.

The "gentlemen" called Liu Yong depraved because Liu Yong loved the fragrance of flowers. So "gentlemen" really haven't been to Yanhua Lane? What virtue they are and what animals they are. There are indeed gentlemen who have never been to Yanhua Lane. So, they didn't do anything outside Yanhua Lane. In other words, there is no yearning for Yanhua Lane in their souls? How many "gentlemen" dare say no.

Whether it is clear or turbid, black or white, the problem is not the matter itself, but who did it. Power is the wand of the strong. It can refer to a deer as a horse and turn decay into magic. It has a strong temptation to most men and women. With Liu Yong's wisdom and talent, he can win some power and fame for himself. Liu Yong, who was stupid, just didn't understand, but deviated from power and became close to the lower-level singer maiko.

Li Bai, a great poet who despises powerful people, wants to be an official too much in his soul. In my book with Han Jingzhou, I wrote naughtily: "I was born without Wan Huhou, but I want to know Han Jingzhou." It's really Li Bai who flatters such a delicate art. Later, he and his neighbors in Wang Yong launched an uprising, which almost killed the poet. Du Fu, a poet and saint, looks clean and wants to be an official. Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty braved the bullets of the Anshi Rebellion and trudged hundreds of miles in Ma Xie, showing his loyalty and ideals. Is the arrogant Mr. Wang Wei, who lives in Nanshan, but his heart is in Chang' an, always watching the official department. Creatively walked out of a winding officialdom shortcut. It is also lofty and affordable, and there is no need to pay bribes. Niu Er poets and literati, holding glasses and waving pen and ink, are impassioned and contemptuous of powerful people, arrogant like Yun Zhonghe, showing off the mountains that the world plays, and calling them immortals and saints. I can't see the Six Immortals at all. I can't resist the temptation of power and fame, I can't break the bondage of the secular world of mortals, and I can't give up the cancer and warts that grow in the inner corner. The sonorous and lofty words hide greater official addiction and greed for power than ordinary people.

It should be admitted that Liu Yong, who has tried and tested, can't end his yearning for his career. However, compared with the persistent efforts of Li Bai and Du Fu who are completely willing to sacrifice their lives for the officialdom, Liu Yong's instinctive "yearning" is insignificant. In the face of the touchstone of fame and fortune, first-class and widely acclaimed masters and figures such as Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei and Han Yu absolutely lost to the downfall-Liu Yong.

Those scholars who are self-righteous and try their best to squeeze into the officialdom will find it difficult to associate with officials and board their ideal boat unless they are thoroughly remoulded and become shameless and dirty. Li Bai, who wanted to be an official, was exiled to Yelang instead of being an official. It's sad enough that there is no one around to deal with the aftermath after death. Du Fu devoted all his life to the imperial court, died before he died, and finally died on the ship, which was pitiful enough and pathetic enough. Liu Yong, who was far away from officialdom, died in the heartbreaking cries of citizens and singers, although he had no children or daughters. The singers made Liu Yong's funeral very grand and gorgeous. In order to commemorate Liu Yong, every year on the anniversary of Liu Yong's death, singers will get together and hold a "hanging willow party". Liu Yong's death, although no one said that he was as heavy as Mount Tai, was a rare happiness and warmth. Romantic wit, romantic life and death.

For thousands of years, only Liu Yong dared to sink so badly, and only Liu Yong fell so wonderfully.