Qi Huai
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
sat under the flowers for several times, and the Yinhan Red Wall looked into the distance.
It seems that this star was not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood in the middle of the night.
lingering thoughts are exhausted, and the heart is broken and the banana is peeled off.
In March and May of 1935, the poor glass of wine never disappeared.
Note
Yinhan Red Wall: Li Shangyin's Dai Ying: "Originally Yinhan was a red wall, separated from Lujia Bai Yutang."
Stars: Untitled by Li Shangyin, the stars of last night and the wind of last night, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall. Wind dew: Gao Qi's "Lu Yan Tu" "Shakuo Shui Han fish disappeared, covered in wind dew for a long time."
Si, Si. Heart, core. It's all a pun Li Shangyin's Untitled, and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
Appreciation
"Qi" originally meant "patterned silk" and later extended to "beauty". "Qi Huai" is a beautiful feeling. For Huang Jingren, a poet in Qing Dynasty, this beauty comes from a kind of despair that love is lost and there is nowhere to find, so it is even more touching.
When Huang Jingren was young, she had a meeting with her cousin two of a kind, but the story only had a warm beginning and a silent ending. Because of this, in "Love", there is a vague sadness. This kind of sentimentality is entangled with the sweet memories and bitter reality that can't be solved, which makes the poet fall into despair step by step.
The first couplet "Sit under the flowers for several times *, and the Yinhan Red Wall looks into the distance". Accompanied by the bright moon, under the flowers, a beautiful encounter. But this is just the beginning. Although the red wall where the Iraqi is located is close at hand, it is as far away as the silver man in the sky.
The second couplet "It seems that this star was not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood in the middle of the night". This is the most admirable couplet. Yes, tonight is not last night. Last night's stars recorded the romantic story of flowers, but today's stars only accompany the sad person. The poet is sober, and he knows that the past cannot be repeated, and it is precisely because of this sobriety that he has fallen into deeper despair.
In Huang Jingren's poems, all illusory comforts have disappeared, and only a lonely person still maintains a posture of * and missing. Just imagine, the poet's independent atrium, for a long time *, Coody Leng wet his clothes and his heart at night. However, the end of this kind of waiting can only be nothingness. This disillusionment of missing and the state of mind that you can't help but miss when you know that you are disillusioned are the most desperate state of mind. The third joint is "lingering thoughts are exhausted, and the heart is broken and the banana is peeled off." This sentence can be compared with Li Shangyin's Untitled poem "and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away". Spring silkworms spin silk and wrap themselves up, just like poets themselves, they surround themselves with heavy thoughts. At the end of silkworms' spinning, cocoons are dead, and at the end of red candles' tears, they are gray and dead. And death, nature is the most desperate ending in the world. "Banana" is also an image of bitterness, and Li Shangyin's poem "Gift" has the sentence "Banana doesn't show lilac knots, but the spring breeze in the same direction is sad".
Tail couplet "In March and May of 1935, the poor glass of wine never disappeared". The tail couplet echoes the first couplet. In March and May of 35, it is naturally the past of "sitting under the flowers several times", and the wine at that time has already been turned into bitter wine tonight. And this bitterness can never be eliminated. Because, the poet can't miss it, and he can't break through the gap between the past and reality. French poet Miao Sai said: "The most beautiful poems are also the most desperate poems, and some immortal chapters are pure tears." It is precisely because of this despair that Huang Jingren's seven-character rhythmic poem "Fifteen of Sixteen Poems" is even more attractive.