Poetry that describes seeing through society

The world is bustling for profit, and the world is bustling for profit. Throughout the ages, the word fame and fortune has trapped many people. When Qianlong went down to the south of the Yangtze River, he passed Jinshan Temple, a treasure temple. He felt that there were many ships coming and going on the Yangtze River, so he asked the monks in the temple, "How many ships came and went this day?" "The monk replied," only two ". Confused by Qianlong, the monk added, "One is for profit, and the other is for fame. People from all over the world come and go for these two words. " It seems to be human nature to pursue fame and profit, and to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Ugly but realistic. Fame and fortune are respected; Being nameless and unprofitable led to low dust being looked down upon, which is why there were so many cynics in ancient times. This was the case in Huang Jingren in the Qing Dynasty. His sentence "Nine times out of ten people are contemptible, but nine times out of ten people are scholars" expresses the voices of countless scholars in poverty and vividly describes the ugliness of human nature. These two sentences are from his "Miscellaneous Feelings", and the whole poem is as follows: The immortal Buddha has not achieved two things, only knowing that the night is restless. The wind shed is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with poverty and happiness. Nine out of ten people are contemptible, but none of them is a scholar. Don't worry about poetry. Spring birds and autumn insects make their own voices. Huang Jingren is a descendant of Huang Tingjian, a great poet in the Song Dynasty. His parents died when he was four years old, so he tasted all over the world since he was a child. This poem was written when he was 20 years old, full of resentment and frustration. The first two sentences of the poem express their grievances and lay the emotional tone of the whole text. The road to longevity is so slim that I can only express my grievances by writing poems alone in the middle of the night under the lonely lamp. Many literati always have a persistent desire to cultivate immortality and become a Taoist. In fact, as an intellectual, how can I not know that all gods and buddhas are illusory? This is just a kind of spiritual sustenance. It's just that Wei studied Buddhism and Taoism in his later years, perhaps to seek spiritual liberation. And Huang Jingren said here that the road to immortality is endless, in fact, it is intended to highlight his inner injustice. He can't understand Wei's life, so he is very angry. The next two sentences summed up his wandering life. He fluttered in the wind like a loose grass. In this wandering life, his edges and corners have been gradually smoothed away, and his once lofty aspirations have long been exhausted. Being scattered into mud like catkins, it is as low as dust, but it is also accused of being "unlucky". How sad. In Daxing Literary Prison in Qing Dynasty, many literati were resentful, but Huang Jingren didn't. Even though he said here that his generosity has been smoothed away by life, he still dares to fight and is admirable. But Mud Floccup wrote about his own complaints. Obviously, the world doesn't want to associate with a poor man like him, but says he is inhuman and ungrateful. It is because of this unfair treatment that he feels that "nine out of ten people are contemptible and all are scholars". The previous sentence here reveals the ugliness of human nature. Nine out of ten people look at each other with dirty eyes. Why? Because he's down and out? The last sentence tells the hearts of countless scholars: in the eyes of the world, an unknown scholar is useless. At that time, his ancestor Huang Tingjian also lamented that "Guan has no meat, and Kong Fangxiong has a close friend." On the surface, he also complained that reading was useless, but in fact, it was more of a satire and condemned the injustice of the world. Books are their favorite things, even if they can't bring them fame and fortune, they won't give up. It is better to say that reading is useless than waiting for me, which is a kind of resentment that talents are not satisfied. The last sentence is to advise everyone not to be afraid to speak out for fear of literary inquisition. Everyone should be as brave as spring birds and autumn insects to make their own voices. At that time, many of his friends advised him to exercise restraint, but he insisted on being outspoken. It seems foolish to know that there are tigers in the mountains, but how many people have the courage? The whole poem is like vernacular, seemingly plain language, but it hits people's hearts directly. In particular, the phrase "nine out of ten people are despicable" reveals the ugliness of human nature. The so-called poor don't ask in downtown, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains. -END- Author: Readers in Kai Zi, remember to give Kay Agger a compliment (the picture is from the Internet, but it has been deleted).