In addition to looking up at the starry sky, it is more important to be down-to-earth in the reality of double superposition of happiness
In addition to looking up at the starry sky, it is more important to be down-to-earth in the reality of double superposition of happiness and trouble. It is difficult to open up new realms without perseverance. Bai Juyi did it, it is not easy to live in Chang 'an for a long time, it is not easy to stick to his official career, and it is not easy to benefit the people.
I always say that Bai Juyi is not like Du Li. He lives in an embarrassing period. The buffer region and the imperial court only maintain a poor face, and the whole country is still cleaning up the remnants of the Anshi rebellion. When talking about ideals, you dare not criticize. If you are comfortable, you will be in jeopardy. Perhaps nostalgia and expectation became the keynote of' 99', and the past days of Daming Palace and Hanyuan Temple became more and more heavy in his heart.
With this complicated psychology, Bai Juyi set out as a doer. "Strip my silk and take millet from my mouth. If you abuse people and harm things, that is, wolves, why do you have to play with your claws to eat human flesh? " Write to the court whenever possible to tell the people's sufferings; "In December of eight years, it snowed for five days. Bamboo and cypress freeze to death, and the people have no clothes to wear. " Everything you see and hear comes from the pen, and the pain is in your heart. He moved to other places and took many measures in disaster relief, water conservancy and education construction, which made his poems widely circulated. Whether it is content or theme, it is mostly close to people's livelihood. They no longer pretend to have profound foreign flavor and golden carving skills, but have entered a unique level.
His two most famous long poems, Song of Eternal Sorrow and Pipa Travel, have their own advantages and disadvantages. Li Yang's long hatred is the node of the decline and fall of the dynasty, and the myth of virtuous men and beautiful women is shattered. Ma Yupo's choice has deeply touched historians and writers. Bai Juyi grasped the word "love", from his love for the Palace of Eternal Life to his hatred for Ma Ji's grandmother, from "the golden house hides the charming" to "no one picks up the hairpin when it falls to the ground", from "I wish to fly in the sky, two birds with the same wings" to "I wish to stretch the wick to the end and still can't sleep", which is beautiful but painful and tearful. Pipa by the river, a lonely journey at the end of the world, was originally a moment when thousands of thoughts came to mind. The poet's temperament is like the stream of consciousness written by Proust, and a piece of music is integrated into his heart from beginning to end. Humming, whispering, and then mixing together, like pouring pearls, large and small, into a plate of jade. "Besides, before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk." It was simply three-dimensional. Returning to the narrative that "season after season, joy follows joy, and the autumn moon and spring breeze pass without her attention", I can't help but think of myself after reading it. No matter how gorgeous it is, it will be dull. At that time, "neither of us is happy-until the end of time", we can "we meet". We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ”？
Bai Juyi's poems often have a little lost philosophy. I like reading them, but I dare not think about them carefully. I always stop because I'm afraid I'm too deep. "Poplar is like a pillar, arguing that red powder does not turn to ash", "grass fireflies are not fire in the end, and lotus dew is a pearl", "It takes three days to examine jade and seven years to distinguish materials". I think these poems are neat and accurate, with some dialectical penetrating power, and it is difficult to write them without enough life experience.
Floating clouds are not tied, and nature is inaction. Bai Juyi's poems are satirical, historical and recitative, not gorgeous, exquisite and elegant. He won by simple explanation, like a big tree, drawing nutrients from the working people, not necessarily towering, but self-contained, only simple rings telling the inner spirit.
I like Bai Juyi's poem in his later years best, "The golden knife shaved his head and the jade tube broke his heart." "The new ring beads are self-clothed, and the initial heart lotus is born in fire." When daily life no longer contributes to the secular world, it is no longer complicated. Tear off the mask, stop preaching, cry if you want, and return to the truth. Even if you can't do it, at least it's not in vain.
Moreover, the contradiction of 1200 years ago still exists, and not only in poetry.