"frosty night,
Jiang Feng caught fire and fell asleep.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City,
The bell rings at midnight to the passenger ship. "----------a night-mooring near maple bridge
Zhang Ji's life, only this poem is passed down to later generations, but this poem alone is enough to make his name immortal.
more than 1,2 years ago, Zhang Ji went to Beijing to study for the exam. Like every student in the world, he always hoped that those years of "ten years of cold window" and "three nights of lights and five chickens" would be rewarded, and he always hoped to "become famous in one fell swoop." On the day of releasing the list, you can enjoy the romantic flow of arranging flowers and swimming in the streets; I can get the honor of being clothed in robes and returning home in splendor. And you can see the elegance of civil and military officials at the Qionglin banquet and see the dragon's face with your own eyes.
the release date will come to an end. With full expectations, Zhang Ji went to Beijing to find his name. The smile on her face gradually faded away, the radian of the corners of her mouth rose from rising to falling, her muscles became tighter and tighter, her brows locked deeper and her heart tightened. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye and slid across the man's cheek.
Zhang Ji couldn't figure out why Gankun was so bright, white clouds were so long, and everyone was so noisy. He failed the list! The list is so big and long, however, there is no his name. At this moment, he felt that everyone was looking at him who had not been admitted, and his heart was talking about it. Zhang Ji, ashamed and depressed, left the capital with his head down. Come to Suzhou-the beautiful capital of water town.
After negotiating the price with the boatman, Zhang Ji set foot on the boat. The ship is like the wind, like a reed, and it is at a loss, and Feng Xu defends the wind, stopping under the Maple Bridge in Suzhou. The ship was in a light illness, but Zhang Ji's heart was so heavy that he couldn't get rid of his worries. The moon is slanting to the west, and the cold moonlight makes everything look lonely, and crows crow hoarsely, making the night quieter. Frost covers the roof tiles, frost bears a thousand grasses, and the stars are like clear frost, and each one is cold and cold. Zhang Ji, who fell off the list, was already covered with autumn frost. Alas! The world, dark and glorious, has left me.
the river maple is like fire on the shore, and the fishing fire on the river is two or three. It's late at night and the fisherman is still working hard. Sleeping people are sleeping, working people are working, only Zhang Ji, without work, can't sleep. Tonight is a sleepless night.
The bells of Hanshan Temple are ringing from the dignified air. Slipped across the water and crashed into Zhang Ji's ear. The bell, in the ears of people who are immersed in dreams, is only a vague sound, but in Zhang Jier, who is sleepy and insomnia, it clearly hits his heart, heavy and heavy, which makes him worry more.
On this sleepless night, Zhang Ji turned his melancholy thoughts into a farewell song, and wrote "a night-mooring near maple bridge", which is well known to the world. He was unknown on the list, and his reputation exceeded everyone on the list at that time. Without Zhang Ji, who came last, there would be no such good poem. If Zhang Ji is on the list, his name will probably only be handed down to the present, and in this era after more than 1,2 years, it has long been forgotten.
things are unpredictable, and the value of many things is not determinable at that time. Is Zhang Ji on the list? It's better to fail the list. At that time, who would like to fail the list? However, many years later, it was really good for Zhang Ji to fall off the list at that time, because he fell off the list and had a night-mooring near maple bridge, and because of a night-mooring near maple bridge, Zhang Ji's reputation was immortal, and that insomnia was immortal.
Zhang Ji's worry about failing the list became the reason why he later enjoyed eternal fame. This bitter thing turned out to be a beautiful thing in the end, and the beauty of it deserves our deep thought.
This is the most famous poem in Dali. The first two sentences are full of images: falling moon, crow, frost all over the sky, Jiang Feng, fishing fire and sleepless people, which creates an aesthetic situation with rich meaning and rhyme. The last two sentences, the image of the city, the temple, the boat and the bell, are an ethereal and far-reaching artistic conception. It is hard to see things when there is no moon at night, but the fishing fire is eye-catching, and the frost is cold; Midnight is the time of silence, but I can hear the crow and the bell ringing. With such a contrast, silence and sound, the scenery is all in love, and the sound is all in my heart. The artistic conception is scattered and scattered, and a faint touch of guest worries is blurred and meaningful, swaying in the night sky of Gusu City, where a bridge and a water, a temple and a city have added eternal customs and attracted people. The whole poem starts with a sad word. At that time, the monk temple had the habit of ringing the bell at midnight, which was also called "impermanence bell". Ceng Yun, Ouyang Xiu's Poems on June 1st, said: "Poets are greedy for good sentences, but their reasoning is unreasonable, and their language is also ill. "For example, in the Tang Dynasty, there is a saying,' Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell strikes the passenger ship in the middle of the night', and it is better for the speaker to say it, for example, it is not the time to strike the bell at midnight." "Geng Xi Shi Hua" argues here: "However, I used to be an official in Gusu, and every three drums were exhausted, and at the beginning of the fourth drum, the bells of all the temples were ringing. I think it has been since the Tang Dynasty. After observing Yu Gu's poem, he said,' Be sure to know your friends at home, and listen to the midnight bell in Mount Gou from afar.' Bai Letian says:' Under the pine shadow in the new autumn, after the midnight bell.' Wen Ting-yun said,' Looking back frequently on the list of leisurely trips, there is no midnight bell in the window.' Then the predecessors said, not only Zhang Jiye. "Crossing the Fengqiao Temple", a quatrain by Sun Yong, a poet of the Song Dynasty, said: "White head comes back to a dream, and Qingshan does not change its old appearance. When the moon falls on the bridge side temple, leaning on the pillow still smells midnight. "Poetry" says: "Zhang Ji's' midnight bell strikes the passenger ship', and there are many people talking about it, all of whom were fooled by the old people. Poems flow by scenery, only in the tone of temperament, the combination of interest and image, just facts, how can he spare time? No matter what is right or wrong in the middle of the night, whether the bell is heard or not is unknown. " "Picking Money in Tang Poems": "The midnight bell, or saying that it is wrong, or saying that there is a midnight bell here, is not a solution. If you want it, the poet can't be persistent. If you are persistent, then' the morning bell is wet outside the clouds',' the bell and white clouds' and' the fallen leaves are full of sparse bells' are all impassable. "
Three Collected Poems of Tang Poetry:" The whole poem is poetic from the beginning of' melancholy sleep', and the beauty lies in not saying it. "Zhaisha Tang Poetry": "The word' to worry about sleep' is the whole chapter. Clearly teasing the word' worry', falsely writing about the evening scene, tossing and turning. "An Interpretation of Ancient Tang Poems": "This poem has the most wonderful syntax, which seems to be connected and broken, and it seems to be connected. "