For his own ideal, he also made friends with nobles and chivalrous men in the Jianghu. At that time, he was in a good spring, a good season, and men and women were singing heartily. Teenagers are in high spirits and there is a fight between glasses of wine. I have been regretted in the past, and I have accomplished nothing in my later years, full of complaints. Sleeping for ten years, dreaming, getting the name of a rich family.
Liu Xizai's "Art Outline" said: "(Bao Zhao) was generous and talented, which was indispensable at that time." At the beginning of the Southern Dynasties, the fragrance of beauty prevailed on a large scale, and it was indeed a mainstay to maintain the decadent world style and cherish the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Bao Zhao's cold struggle is embodied in Eighteen Martial Arts-It's Hard to Walk.
The first song, Jin Zhen's wine, tortoise shell jade box carved piano. Colorful hibiscus feather tent, Jiuhua grape brocade carpet. Beauty is dying, and the cold light turns to sink. May you give up your sadness and think less, and listen to me on the way to the festival. I can't see the cypress,
I'd rather hear the sounds from ancient times and lament that time flies and China's years are getting old. What should life be like? Candlelight travel, eat, drink and be merry. Jinbei, wine, hawksbill, carved piano; Kingfisher feather, grape embroidery, Qibaozhang, Jiuhua brocade quilt. Give strange things to people, and forget them with joy. How to relieve anxiety is not limited to Du Kang! The passage of youth is accompanied by the aging of appearance, which makes sadness go away and joy follow. The road in the world is so difficult to go to the sky. Listen to my uneven voice and eliminate all the grievances in your chest. Have you noticed that all the people in Bailiangtai have passed away? I don't know, the songs in Tongquetai are gone.
In the third song, your wife jade is on the pepper pavilion, embroidered with curtains. There is a character named in the book. He is wearing Rojo's clothes. Chun Yan evening breeze scattered plum blossoms, opened the curtain as a bird's jue. When can life be fun? Better kill two birds in the wild than Yun Zhonghe.
The giant is as deep as the sea, the freedom of youth and love is bound, and the bitter woman lives a lonely and depressed life.
The pepper house is gorgeous and fragrant, and the beauty of jade is continuing. Jin Lan, a woman, is covered in silks and satins, and her fragrance is overflowing. In Qi Fei, Chun Yan, plum blossoms are blowing in the wind, so it is difficult to get down from the castle. Like a caged bird, standing in a cage. On a beautiful day, open the small window of the curtain and raise a glass to invite the wind birds. Don't want to enjoy the spring, the wine is not dry, and the pain is dark. Although all the sad songs and tears were suppressed, there was not much joy. It is better to be two birds in the field than a crane in the cloud. Lonely and lonely, although Fu Gui can be abandoned!
Yu Guanying commented: "The woman recited in this poem seems to be a small jasper, married to a rich family but not forgetting her old lover." In ancient times, quite a few women were kept as caged birds by rich people. This is a bad habit, so it is natural to criticize it. However, if some modern women are willing to be caged birds and play the role of mistresses, it is the sorrow of the times and the retrogression of civilization. There are also some men who, for the sake of their so-called future, plausibly say, "In order to save twenty years of struggle, give up love and marry a rich woman." No matter how grandiose you are, you can't escape the word "sadness" after all. It seems that in reality, caged birds are not just women's patents.
The sixth song, you can't eat the case, draw your sword and hit the column! When will her husband live and when will Ann hang down her wings? Abandon the office and go home to rest. Going out to say goodbye, dusk is still on the edge. Have a foreplay before going to bed and watch the women weaving in the machine. Since ancient times, sages have been poor and humble, and our generation is lonely and straight!
Facing the cold food on the dining table, how do you swallow it, throw away chopsticks, remove the five mountains in your mind and keep the Yellow River flowing in the sky in your heart? Be furious, rely on a few places. Trembling, passive Nuo Nuo, how can this be the work of a gentleman! How can you serve as a powerful person for the sake of five dou meters? I won't leave you here, but I have my own place. Avoid the noise, the goods farmers are lonely. Watching women's knitting before going to bed, getting along with relatives day and night, family happiness is better than officialdom indifference. Since ancient times, sages have been poor, and I am sad and lonely!
This poem is clearly visible: a strong emotional undercurrent under the cover of a quiet life. Wang Tong of the Sui Dynasty said, "Bao Zhao and Jiang Yan are fond of the past, but they are also anxious to complain." Bao Zhao's anger and resentment can be seen.
The domestic identity discrimination system, like a curse, firmly controls the thinking of people all over the world. Bao Zhao's struggle can't make this system lose anything, and it is drowned out by the noise of the times. In addition to grief and indignation, he turned his attention to the frontier fortress. Perhaps the establishment of military service is a shortcut. As he said, he also did it. He joined the army of Liu Zikai, the king of Linhai, and began his life as a soldier.
The early military life really conforms to Bao Zhao's passion and fantasy, and it really gives Bao Zhao the excitement and tension he expected. However, the reality can't stand the long wave of time, and the darkness and helplessness in military life gradually caught Bao Zhao's eye, impacting his sensitive heart. It turns out that in the wonderful desert scenery, there will also be a sad life drama. On one March, an old soldier who had disarmed and returned to the field in Lu Yu was exposed to the sun and worked hard. Bao Zhao dismounted and had a heart-to-heart talk with him. He wrote Song of the East:
Be quiet, master. Just say one word He was born in Hann and is a servant of this cold country. Starting from a captain, Zhang was recruited to Heyuan. Li arrived without pomp and drove Lu out of the village. The secret passage runs through Wan Li, and it is better to be seven years old. Muscle strength is exhausted, and the mind is cool and warm. Since the general is in the next life, his works are rare. Once current events are different, who is lonely will be re-discussed. Young people leave home, and the poor and the old are still in their infancy. Cut sunflower with a sickle, and eat chicken and dolphin with a stick. It used to be like an eagle in the dark, but now it's like an ape in the threshold. A thousand years of hatred, a hundred years of hatred. Abandoning your seat and thinking about you will make you tired of your porch. I hope I can pay tribute to God and be worthy of Tian Zi's soul.
During the war years, Wan Li's journey seemed close at hand; In quiet years, you have to keep running for life many times. Loyalty to the country is the summary of his life; Burying Marco is his ambition in life. Soldiers, despite my busy, ordinary and great life. In the past, I walked forward like an eagle; Today, I am like an ape in the threshold, embarrassed and depressed. Harvest crops in Longmu and graze in paddy fields. Although he is old, his ambition is still strong; Although abandoned, I still miss my heart. Abandoning your seat and thinking about you will make you tired of your porch. I would like to pay tribute to Tian Zihui. May the king follow Jin Wengong's example and love those who have made meritorious deeds.
Bao Zhao's conscious writing of frontier poems had a great influence on the creation of frontier poems in later generations. His frontier fortress is limited to some anti-enemy fronts in the south, and he hasn't set foot in the north, so some frontier fortress poems are interpreted and imagined according to military life, such as Travel Notes from Jibeimen. Imagine frontier life in the north.
Feather from the side pavilion, bonfire into Xianyang. Ride on the chariot and spread your arms, and divide your forces to save the north. Is strong, and Lu array is fine and strong. The son of heaven presses the sword, and the messenger faces each other from a distance. Goose walking along the stone path, flying beam file. The flute and drum flow in the heart of Korea, and the armor is frosted. The wind is blowing hard and the sand is flying. A horse's hair will shrink like a hedgehog, and its horns will not stretch. See the minister's day in times of crisis, there is chaos in the world, and a loyal person. Give your life to the Lord, and die for the country.
After three months of fighting, the soldiers began their journey. Dark clouds are crushing the city, messengers are coming in an endless stream, and Yumen is closed. With the waving of a big flag, we marched in danger, hunted the red flag and turned it over. Military music is entrusted with the memory of Han and Tu, and Biaojia suffers from the frost and snow of the north wind. Sand and stones fly, and it's hard to walk in hot and cold summer. See the minister's day in times of crisis, there is chaos in the world, and a loyal person. Give your life to the Lord, and die for the country. Integrity, loyalty and battlefield are touchstones.
This poem has high syllables, strong momentum and strong style, which seems to show the style of Jian 'an era.
Since ancient times, there have been many plagues in southern Xinjiang, and the monarch pays more attention to caressing and not disturbing. It's a pity that emperors traveled thousands of miles and suffered numerous defeats. Bao Zhao's arms, speechless with anger, only splashed ink on paper and ink. It seems that the blood of southern soldiers was not spilled on the enemy's battlefield, but died in a hot environment. Zhuge crossed the Lushui River, causing numerous casualties. Cao Cao's Red Cliff was acclimatized and lost three tenths. I don't know if you can reap what you have paid. Advise your majesty to despise your title, cherish your life, and don't make the general angry!
For my ideal, for my life and for my motherland, I resolutely went to the frontier fortress, only to know that the life in the frontier fortress was wonderful, but more importantly, I was helpless. Many people find themselves deceived by passion and give themselves a painful history lesson, only when they get home do they know that the road is difficult. Sensing this, Bao Zhao wrote "Quasi-Difficult Travel" XIV, lamenting that it is impossible to prevent.
You don't see a young man join the army, never to return. Hometown is separated by day and night, and the sound and dust are separated by the river. The north wind suppressed Bai Yunfei, and Hu Jia was anxious and cold. Listening to this sad words, I feel very helpless and have to look forward to climbing the mountain. It's better to see your wife than to die. What a person wants in his life, he laments.
Fifteen people returned from the army and eighty people failed to return. A broken mountain is silent, and a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. Day and night, day and night. The north wind, the clouds crossing, Hu Jia sobbed, evoking thousands of melancholy. Hu Jia is in a hurry. A storm is coming. Climb high and look far, where is your hometown? It's hard to see your loved ones, but it's hard to see God! Regret not being a man, bumpy and borderland displaced!
He doesn't play the role of longing for wealth, which is his lifelong belief. In order to achieve fame, he can "worship wealth and follow the fat horse dust at dusk", and in order to be rich, he can "pay tribute to the monarch Yao and Shun, and then make the customs pure". He knows he can't stand on his own feet in this society. The political ladder of this pyramid needs someone to support every step, and it is powerful.
He can sell his talent and win the favor of outstanding people in a cheap way. Write and read disgusting carols and flatter the king's dumb poems. The turbidity of the world has nothing to do with him. He can wade into the muddy water and cross the bridge of snobbery. A word of concern from the powerful surprised him, and a reward from the king made him swear allegiance. Some people denounced him as a slave, while others ridiculed him as a running dog. No matter how he goes, his goal is everything and prosperity is everything. All roads lead to the same goal. He believes that by taking the road that others look down upon, he can reach the peak of power and realize his desire to be proud of the world. He believes in a successful philosophy, not a so-called moral philosophy.
But his position is too humble, and his poor family is a sign of "shame". He hates that he was not born in a noble family, and even more hates the ridicule, irony and contempt that this society has thrown at him since he was born. He doesn't believe that people are born poor, and he doesn't believe that he has no eternal reputation. He constantly challenges the society and himself. His ambition is Chen She's ambition, and those princes will not be born noble! He is unwilling to be lonely and poor, unwilling to be a ranger and unwilling to be famous all over the world; Into the frontier fortress, into the shogunate. His fighting is always seen in the street, and his bravery is always seen in the army.
Every battle dealt him a heavy blow. For many years, he has been struggling at the bottom, and the years have passed quickly. He is very anxious. Generosity and sadness turn into depression and frustration in poetry, and he sometimes has to wonder if he is really destined for success. When he flinched, he complained, pulled out his sword and hit the post angrily.
A short rest is a new shock wave, triggering more intense desire and fighting. He hates that there is no road in this world and he can only succeed with heaven. He completely abandoned benevolence, righteousness and shame, and he was willing to join the rebellion. In fact, he doesn't distinguish between rebellion and non-rebellion at all, and the thoughts in his heart are his guiding light. I didn't expect him to die in the disorderly army and didn't pay his ambition. This is something he didn't expect, something he would never have thought of. However, the tragedy happened like this.
Repeated defeats and wars, still a defeat!