When you have experienced the death of a relative or friend, you will understand a truth: the most painful thing in the world is not the death of a loved one, but the fact that after they pass away, the living people still have to deal with it. I can't help but remember, while living with great difficulty.
In 840 AD, Yuan Zhen, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty, had passed away for nine years. Nine years is enough for many people to forget many things in a person's short life. However, there is one person who has never forgotten him. Every time he thinks of him, he can't help but burst into tears.
This person is Yuan Zhen's best friend-Bai Juyi. This year, many relatives and friends have passed away, but Bai Juyi is still alive. However, at this time, he was not only old and frail, but also sick. For him, living is a painful torture, both physically and mentally.
As a poet, besides writing poems, what better way can he have to relieve his pain at this time? As a result, the song "Meng Wei Zhi" was composed in tears. This is a very touching mourning poem that still makes people cry every time it is read to this day. The full poem is as follows:
A few years ago, I accidentally saw a Mexican cartoon called "Coco". Now, I have long forgotten the specific content of the film, but the theme conveyed by the film is still fresh in my memory:
"Death is not the real passing, forgetting is the eternal disappearance!" For Yuan Weizhi, as long as Bai Juyi lives for one day, his life will exist forever.
The first couplet of the poem is "Wandering together in dreams at night, and in the morning we are filled with tears." The dialogue is neat and the words are light and affectionate. At this time, Bai Juyi was already an old man in his dying years. He remembered how happy he was when he and Yuan Zhen traveled hand in hand and talked about world affairs when they were young.
However, as happy as the scene in the dream is, how cruel the reality after waking up from the dream is! "Don't hold back tears." Apart from these three words, what other words can express the mixed feelings in Bai Juyi's heart at this moment. When people are most sad, they don't cry bitterly, but shed tears without words.
The poet let his tears wet the silk handkerchief and had no intention of wiping it. Although after death, dreams can still comfort lovesickness. But the cruel reality after waking up from the dream is the most unbearable. The more you recall it, the more painful it will be. Therefore, death is not terrible, what is terrible is the memory of living!
Immediately afterwards, the second couplet of the poem "Zhangpu was ill for three times, and the grass and trees in Xianyang returned to autumn for eight times." "Zhangpu" is in the south of Zhangzhou, Fujian. From this we can infer that Bai Juyi should have been here when he wrote this poem. But how is he doing here? "I'm sick three times." Bai Juyi said that he had been sick several times in Zhangpu.
Among them, "three" is a divisor, which refers to multiple times. A person who is old and sick and has no close friends around him should know the pain if he thinks about it. Once upon a time, he and Yuan Weizhi passed the imperial examination in the same year in Chang'an, and they became close friends of life and death. At this time, the grass at the top of Chang'an City has been growing for eight years without knowing it.
Time really flies by and years are wasted. When youth grows old, the living cannot live in peace in the memories of the deceased. Therefore, the third couplet of the poem, "You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent you to the world with your head covered with snow" is even more touching.
If you have experienced the death of a relative or close friend at this time, your tears will inevitably flow from the corners of your eyes and you will not be able to stop them. At this time, the deceased Yuan Zhen was buried under the Yellow Spring, being eroded by the soil, and his body had long since turned into dust. But what about the living Bai Juyi? He temporarily lives in the human world with a head full of white hair.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but think of my father who passed away three months ago. Now, he was curled up in a small box, lying alone under the ground, and his body had long since turned into powder. When I woke up late at night, thinking about this, besides crying silently, what else could I do?
These two couplets may seem simple, but they are deeply affectionate. It is difficult for people who have not experienced life, separation, and death to understand. But, dear friend, I actually hope you don’t have this experience, because it’s really too painful!
Huangquan is a damp and cold place. Thinking of this, Bai Juyi, a close friend, can no longer bear it. But when it showed up, it was unusually dull. If it wasn't extremely painful, how could there be such a reaction?
The last couplet of the poem, "Awei and Hanlang go there one after another, do you know about Yetai Mangmei?" "Awei" is Yuan Zhen's youngest son, and "Han Lang" is Yuan Zhen's son. son in law. At this time, they all died one after another. The underworld is dim and dim. Do they know this?
After witnessing the departure of his younger generations, the old and sick Bai Juyi felt even more painful. Thinking of Yuan Weizhi who had passed away many years ago, he wanted to tell him the latest things in the world, but he also knew that all of this was in vain. Death is like a lamp going out, how could Yuan Weizhi know his pain?
How wonderful it would be if there really were ghosts and gods in the world! At least after the death of a loved one, the living people can still have the opportunity to meet them again.
Those who have gone are becoming distant with each passing day, and those who have come are becoming closer with each passing day. Bai Juyi, who was old and sick at that time, looked at those who had gone away for many years, and those who came had become gone. How desolate and lonely he felt in his heart!
In the eyes of Mr. Zhu Ziqing, the encounter between Li and Du in the Tang Dynasty was a rare blessing in the literary world.
But I want to say: Having a confidant in life is enough! Only when you have truly experienced life, separation and death in this world can you read this song "Meng Wei Zhi" again, and then you will understand what the affection of "mutual support" is!