Huang Jingren's name is not widely known. I learned about it in Yu Dafu's novel Quarrying Alum. However, from the late Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, it was as famous as Li Bai and Du Fu, and Huang's poems were overwhelming. For example, Mr Qian Zhongshu has a soft spot for Huang Jingren. Not only did he specifically mention Huang Zhongze in his novel Fortress Besieged, but his poems such as Ancient Meaning and Seven Untitled Poems also had obvious yellow poems.
Huang Jingren's poetry is not only the gold left by history, but also his talent was praised in the era when he lived. He admired Li Bai all his life and declared in the poem Taibai Tomb that "my poet is not public". At that time, people didn't think he was bragging.
He claimed to be a descendant of Huang Tingjian in the Northern Song Dynasty. The ancients liked to attach a famous ancestor to themselves. Nobody takes this irrelevant thing seriously. Moreover, it is related to reality. The father, the creator of a person's fate, was a county student and died at the age of four, leaving behind what family background can be imagined. Fortunately, Huang is smart and good at reading, and his future is stained with a touch of bright color in the imperial examination era. However, God bullies people with bad karma. After winning the first prize in the boy scout test, the fate of a child prodigy came to an abrupt end. Later, Huang Jingren was removed from the list of Sun Shan after having obtained the provincial examination in Jiangnan in Wuyi and Shuntian in Sanying. He didn't learn from Jin Fan until he was old. He gave up. Maybe he thought that fate would not care for him, and he started a difficult career and life.
From Wulin to Siming, watching the sea; Go back to Qiantang and climb Mount Huangshan; Yu zhang, Pan Xiangshui, Heng Yue and the sunrise; Floating Dongting, the great river returns
Lamenting poverty is an important part of his poems. He wrote his tragic experience in poetry, which aroused the cries of people who also suffered. Qu Qiubai wrote a poem: "A poet can do nothing, but his life is heavy and sad." In my hometown Huangzhong, the snow is very cold. "
However, although Huang Jingren pretends to be Li Taibai, his poems are really different from those of Li Bai. Li Bai said: "If we walk out of the sky with a smile, we are Artemisia people." . Huang Jingren said, "Nine out of ten people are contemptible, but none is a scholar." Li Bai said, "From from a pot of wine among the flowers, drink alone. No one is with me. Until, I raised my cup, I asked the bright moon, and brought my shadow to me, so that the three of us "Huang Jingren said," People at the Independent City Bridge don't know that a week is like a month. Obviously, these are two different perceptions and realms of life. Lu Feizi is like Li Bai, but he is Du Like Fu. He is always worried and angry. However, Du Fu doesn't seem to be very similar. Mr. Zi Mei was "worried about Li Yuan in poor years" and "ascended the throne of Yao and Shun". There is no decent quilt cover at home, worrying about the country, the people and the world. However, Huang Jingren does not have this kind of home country. What he mourns is personal frustration and unfair fate. The cool thin of the world is not in the same world as the first two great poets. But he still has millions of readers and close friends, and has accumulated a considerable number of fans for hundreds of years. Because he is very close to us, all beings in the ordinary world do not have the temperament of "fallen immortals", nor do they have the deep affection of "poets" and compassion for the people on earth. Some are the same troubles and grievances that have accomplished nothing; I have the same regret that I can't support my parents well and feel guilty about the poor life at home.
Limited ability, luck belongs to others, chances are slim, human feelings are indifferent, efforts are futile, struggles are weak, and even health is not available. At this point in his life, his talent has not been damaged. He just doesn't care about fate. Maybe blame yourself for being out of date. Most talented people are more or less outdated.
Can't he understand the world? I'm afraid not. Everyone is subject to his environment, and there is too little room for him to choose. He tried his best, but he couldn't crush his wheels on the main road. Can't say he can't see through himself. In the face of such an alienated and difficult world, a person's strength is always small.
He is too moody. Temperament is like water in a bottle, which is always limited. He doesn't know how to fix it. He threw all my heart into this world with open arms, but he lacked wanton capital. Losing his childhood, he directly faced the wind knife and frost sword outside the hut. He is burning himself, singing the lamentation of the poor talents in the prosperous times of Kang Gan, and rushing to the north and south for his livelihood while Nalan Xingde appreciates tenderness.
He laughed at himself and said, "Everything goes to the Three Treasures Hall", but Huang Jingren was not good at management. According to the present statement, he lacks survival wisdom, but how can a survival master write such a poem? This is a blessing for readers and a misfortune for Huang Zhongze. For centuries, he has comforted countless frustrated hearts, and there are always such words in his poems:
Such as sadness: miserable Chai Men snowy night, it is better to have children than no children at this time.
If you are sleepy: it's a family wind, so don't cut your clothes in September.
Such as loneliness: independent city bridge people do not know, a week is like a month to see for a long time.
Such as pain: it seems that this star is not last night, and who is the wind dew standing in the middle of the night?
And vicissitudes of life: add a dream of Melissa Zhou, ten years old.
Forty-eight years after Qianlong, the poet finally finished his life in the official position of transporting salt to Shen in the east of Yuncheng, Shanxi Province. After a bleak life, I finally didn't see the dawn. I am drifting and struggling. No matter how unwilling and desperate I am, there are only two lines of tears in the end. When others are generous, they are desperate. Lang lang gan Kun, but it is as dark as midnight at this time. His poems are sparks of fierce collision with cruel reality. Although it is gorgeous, it has also been hit hard physically and mentally. It's a pity that hundreds of years have passed. There is no Huang Zhongze in the world. Shortly before his death, the poet wrote: "The sky is vast and there are a few lines of tears, but you never know when you will spill them on the earth." A desperate desire, in fact, is well known in the world.
In the forty-eighth year (1783), he left the capital in March and will return to Xi 'an for the second time to solve the problem. On April 25, in the summer, he died in the rich hall of Shen, the envoy of Hedong Salt Transportation, and his friend Hong brought him back.