There are two people in the poetry circle of the Tang Dynasty who are called saints of love, one is the well-known Li Shangyin, and who is the other?
Some people call his love poems, full of love and melody;
Some people read his love poems, sad and lingering, sad and weeping;
Yes Yes, wherever he goes, he has his own style; he wrote a touching ancient quatrain: “Once the sea was difficult, but Wushan was not a cloud.”
He is the most affectionate writer in the poetry world of the Tang Dynasty. Poet – Yuan Zhen.
“Li Si”
Don· Yuan Zhen
Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to become water, except that Wushan was not a cloud.
Take a lazy review of the second flowers, half-favored cultivator and half-favored monarch.
This is Yuan Zhen’s most sad and affectionate poem. It has been passed down to this day, but it hides a touching story, which is still unknown to the world.
As early as in the state of Chu at the end of the Warring States Period, one day, King Huai of Chu met a woman in a dream, saying that she was the daughter of Wushan, and King Huai of Chu had a relationship with her. This woman is in the dream of the joy of cloud and rain. After that, the daughter of Wushan planned to leave.
King Huai of Chu hurriedly asked her: Where do you live?
The lady said, I live in the Yang of Wushan and the resistance of Gaoqiu. I can be transformed into a morning cloud in the morning, and a row of rain at night. If you see Chaoyun and rain, it’s me.
The next morning, King Huai of Chu really saw Wushan Yun Yuruo being affectionate.
It turns out that Yuan Zhen’s Wushan Yunyu in “Li Si” contains such a touching story: Wife Wei Cong, you are my Cangshan Yunhai.
Once I have been to the sea, the water in other places is not enough; except for Wushan, the clouds in other places are not called clouds.
Shen Congwen said:
I have crossed many bridges and seen many The cloud of times, I have drunk many kinds of wine, but I have only loved one person of the best age.
I have loved many people in my life, but none of them are you.
- “Take the second flower bush and look back lazily, half of the cultivator Yuanjun”
Walking hurriedly through the flowers, too lazy to look back; half of this reason is because of the cultivator’s pure heart and few desires, Half of it is because of you who once had it. “If that person ever appeared in the world, everyone else would become a future. And I don’t want to.”
Once had you, So know what’s good.
I once loved you so much that it is impossible to love someone else.
When Wei Cong died, Yuan Zhen was unable to go there in person because he was an official in another place. He didn’t expect that this parting would never meet. I just regret that I didn’t take a second look when I said goodbye last time.
In grief, he wrote a poignant tribute to Wei Congling.
Reminisce about the past, those times when we were close to each other, those concubines The tender years can never be repeated.
Wife Wei Cong came from a prestigious family and was the young daughter of Wei Xiaqing, a high-ranking official in the dynasty, and was deeply favored by her father.
At this time, Yuan Zhen had just entered the system. He had no car, no house, and was so poor.
Wei Cong, a first-time wife, is reasonable and hard-working. One hundred and eight thousand miles. But Wei Cong took it lightly in a poor environment.
I never envy anyone with you by my side. Even if it is rough tea and light rice, it is also sweet.
Yuan Zhen once recalled the poverty scene:
He had nothing to wear, so she rummaged through the closet to find it for him; if he wanted to drink, she pulled out the golden hairpin and exchanged it for wine.
Because of her poor family background, she could only use fallen leaves as firewood and eat some bean leaves and wild vegetables every day, but she never complained.
Although they were poor, the two of them had a very good life.
She was dressing in the mirror and playing the piano in her spare time. He was reading, but he peeked at her from time to time.
When I admire someone, I can only hold her in my heart, and I am very happy with every frown and smile.
I like someone, my heart is full, and I will never feel empty or lonely.
However, such a virtuous, gentle and pleasant wife left him and her daughter who could not walk away. How can she bear it?
Even for the last time, she didn’t wait for him. If you want to see her again, it can only be in a dream, right?
After Wei Cong left, Yuan Zhen wrote poems like “this flower has no more flowers”.
In his eyes, only Wei Cong is the best in the world. Even if he lingered in the flowers, it was just a show. What he really missed in his heart was his wife, his Wei Cong.
Once he was drunk, and when he woke up, he found that everyone around him was crying. It was only after I asked that he realized that he was calling Wei Cong’s name after he was drunk.
When I’m sober, I don’t dare to think of you. That kind of heart-wrenching yearning only dares to grow wildly after being drunk.
Later, he wrote “In 1989, don’t look back to the flowers”. His friend Bai Juyi also praised his deep affection, “Jingluo’s eighty-nine spring, never spent a night in flowers.” Yuan Zhen missed Wei Cong deeply in his heart. He missed her, but he didn’t dare to admit it all.
“It seems that this star is not last night, for whom is the wind dew for midnight”. Yuan Zhen’s deep feelings hide sadness, and behind the loneliness is endless longing.
Perhaps, when all the things on his back disappeared, what he faced was endless silence.
Once upon a time when the sea was difficult, Cangshan was you, and the sea of clouds was also you.
Looking at Yuan Zhen’s life, Wei Cong’s time in his life is not long, but it is the most profound.
He gave Wei Cong his ultimate affection. Because of this, this poem has been regarded as a classic for thousands of years, and it can easily move us deeply.
The most affectionate emotion should not only be in words, but also in the heart and in action.
Time is so short, time is so short, no matter how the seasons change, may we have a loving heart and use deep intelligence to the world, the world will surely repay us With affection.
Will those deep feelings in my heart be the most gentle and ordinary in my adult life!