Yuan Dynasty: Sadulla
Sheep and sheep are walking in the sunset, and the air is filled with the fragrance of weeds and the sweetness of cheese.
Suddenly there was a big storm, and the dust was like snow. Everyone put down their tents' blankets.
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Cattle and sheep are walking in the sunset, and the air is filled with the fragrance of weeds and the sweetness of cheese. Suddenly, the wind blew hard and dust came like snow. Everyone put down the tent felt.
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Attend Beijing: Shangdu (now the north bank of East Lightning in Zhenglan Banner, Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region). Going to Beijing is one thing ― describe what you saw and heard in Beijing.
Cheese: a kind of food extracted from cow, horse and goat's milk, which tastes very sweet. Commonly known as milk tofu.
North wind: North wind. New moon, a "rotation".
Bank account: felt account, also known as account. In ancient China, the felt tents inhabited by nomadic people in northern China were like Mongolian yurts today. Because it is easy to disassemble and carry, it is a nomadic migration, so it is called a bank account. Felt account: a felt account in a bank account.
Pull-also called "thorn".
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There are five songs in Go to Beijing. This is the third song, which was written by the author at the age of 62 (1333). Poetry describes the pastoral scenery and herdsmen's life outside the Great Wall, and the unique natural scenery and frontier customs are perfectly integrated, which has unique artistic charm. The first two sentences are about the grassland reflected by the sunset, with flocks of cattle and sheep, fragrant weeds and sweet cheese in the air. This is the quiet and happy side of the frontier fortress scenery; Three or four sentences write that the north wind is blowing hard, the dust is like snow, and the felt curtain is under the account. This is the wild and violent side of the frontier landscape. Therefore, when outlining the grassland scenery, climate change and folk customs in the north, poetry is different from the customs of the Central Plains and conveys a fresh and exciting aesthetic feeling.
This poem has a broad background and typical northland characteristics, which can be compared with the folk song "Chile Song" in the Southern and Northern Dynasties.
The sun in the west is getting closer and closer to the horizon. Cattle and sheep on the grassland and Hui Jin in the sunset, dragging their bellies and stumbling, come to the tent from all directions. After a busy day, the shepherd settled his cattle and sheep, sat in a tent with a felt curtain, drank thick brick tea and ate sweet cheese, and enjoyed the scenery outside through the iron fence. The breeze blew slowly, with the fragrance of weeds, which was refreshing. What a quiet grassland twilight! However, all of a sudden, the wind swept across the earth, disturbing the peace of the grassland. Every household is in a hurry, tearing off the felt curtain and hiding in the tent, leaving only the whistling wind and the heavy snow all over the sky-it's not snow, it's white sand rolling into the sky. Many people have seen snowflakes as big as goose feathers and read the poem "Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats" (Li Bai). The heavy snow in the northern grassland is sometimes not a white floc, but a mass of particles, which is simply a dense hail. Only a poet who is familiar with the northern scenery like Sadulla can describe the unique wonders of this grassland.
Extended reading: people's anecdotes, inspirational talents in bumpy life
Sadulla, an inspirational genius with a bumpy life. Sadulla is a semu. At the age of three, I began to learn poetry and songs. His daddy is Han nationality. At the age of three, he recited a poem by Meng Haoran. Sadulla only read it once and remembered it. Dad taught him more than a dozen poems at a time, but the children actually remembered them all. The family was very happy to see this, because a very clever child came out of the family. Sadulla's father and grandfather were very happy because they had been military attaché s all their lives and were tired of fighting. They hope that the next generation can become civil servants and transform their families into scholarly families. They formally hired his nanny to teach Sadulla.
Although the child is a semu, he has a unique talent and deep affection for the poems of the Han nationality, and there are also many Han Chinese who have read many poems among the domestic slaves. They like this clever Sadulla very much and often guide him. In this way, he was free and easy when he was a teenager. He reads widely, writes poems and songs, and can write them without thinking. Although he is a little immature, it is not easy for him as a teenager, so Sadulla is very famous in the local area. His parents' expectations of him, his ambition to help save the world and his unparalleled talent are all eager to be reused by the court. However, in the early days of the founding of the Yuan Dynasty, the rulers who conquered the world by force were all ethnic minorities who valued martial arts over literature and ignored cultural knowledge.
The Yuan Dynasty never taught scholars, and the only way to select talents was to rely on military merit and knowledge, but there was no way to be an official. Sadulla, a young man with a world in his heart, has no way to realize his grand plan. Moreover, his family status is getting worse and worse, and the rich life when he was young has become a thing of the past. In order to make a living, he had to leave his hometown and start a business trip. He once went to Wu Chu to do business, but his unrealized ideal and living without a fixed address made him more and more dissatisfied and helpless, and he often drank to drown his sorrows. In this way, year after year, Sadulla was admitted to the top three Jinshi at the age of 55. On the night of Huang Bang's posting, Sadulla was lying in bed, tossing and turning, and the bitterness of these years came to mind together. Later, after entering the official career, she was awarded Hanlin literature.
Because he was in deep contact with the bottom of society in his youth, he exhausted human sufferings and realized the sufferings of people's livelihood, so he was very sympathetic to the ordinary people at the bottom. When he was an official, he worked hard to benefit the people, cared about local culture and education, punished villains and scoundrels, and upheld justice. When Sadulla was in power, he did not stop writing poems, and often sang and answered with friends. Sadulla went to Zhenjiang to take office and passed by Yangzhou, just as Xinghua and Baoying counties in Yangzhou suffered floods, and people fled everywhere. Along the way, he saw bodies everywhere, and trafficking in children and girls was very common. This tragic situation is so sad that he can't bear to watch it any longer. At the same time, there were many disaster-stricken places in China, but the whole feudal ruling class, from the emperor's etiquette to the rich man Wan, still lived a luxurious and rich life.
Sadulla's fellow Jinshi, an official in Yangzhou, gave a banquet to welcome him. Just as he pushed the cup for a change, he thought of the scenery along the way. His heart is very heavy. After returning to his residence, he couldn't sleep for a long time, so he got out of bed and played the guqin to express his inner grief and helplessness. Besides, he can't do anything for the people. After three years in Zhenjiang, Sadulla traveled to Jiangnan, Yannan and Minhai. The society and environment in which he lives determine the political career of this talent, which can only be mediocre and will not have any great merits and demerits. His official position has been ignored, but his footprints are all over the Great Wall and the north and south of the river, which makes him know more about the hardships and customs of civilians, broaden his horizons, increase his knowledge and make friends of all ethnic groups.
In his 70s, the talented Sadulla walked through a bumpy life and left this extremely unfair world with resentment and regret. He pinned his frustration and indignation on his poems. In his poems, not only for himself, but also for the exploited and oppressed masses, he exposed the sins of the ruling class and sympathized with the sufferings of the working people. Living in the Yuan Dynasty was the root of Sadulla's misfortune, but it was also a fact that he could not change. He has no way or ability to change, so he can only go through this rugged and extraordinary life. Such a talented person has quietly left this world, and there is nothing in this world that he is reluctant to part with. The rest are hateful and helpless, and there is no way to change them.