Why does a man cry?
Probably only because of two things: love but not, the future is not smooth.
And Bai Juyi has both.
The assistant prefect of Jiangzhou is so moved? That his blue coat is wet with tears.
More than a thousand years ago, Bai Juyi wrote this moving sentence in the Pipa Line.
More than a thousand years later, every sad person will sigh when he sees a bosom friend who feels sorry for each other.
Both of us in misfortune go from shore to shore. Meeting now, need we have known each other before.
We all thought that the song "Pipa Xing" was about the love of the poet and the singer's acquaintance in one night, but we did not know that the 616-word poem expressed the regret and deep feelings of Bai Juyi's life.
A pipa stirs up tears in my heart
In the autumn night, I went to the head of the river in Xunyang to see off a returning guest. The cold wind blew the maple leaves and Reed flowers rustling in autumn.
I dismounted and the guests did not have a banquet on the boat, raising my glass to drink but not the entertaining orchestra.
The wine is not happy to drink more sad will be parting, parting night the boundless river reflects the bright moon.
Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of the pipa on the river, and I forgot that the returning guests didn't want to leave.
He gently asked who played the pipa, but the pipa stopped for a long time but did not move for a long time.
We moved the boat close to invite her to come out to meet, and asked the servant to add wine and return to the lamp to rearrange the feast.
After thousands of calls, she came out shyly, half covering her shy face with her lute in her arms.
Turning the harp shaft and plucking the strings to try to play a few times, Shang shows that the form is very affectionate.
The sorrowful voice of the string implied contemplation, as if to tell the frustration of her life.
She kept playing continuously with her head down, telling the infinite story in her heart with the sound of the piano.
In 816, Bai Juyi, 44, wandered along the misty Xunyang River to bid farewell to his old friends.
Parting Sheng Xiao is so sentimental that as he walks, he hears pipa music from afar and is instantly attracted.
This tune is deja vu, how well it is played!
I heard the sound of the pipa before I saw her, and there seemed to be a faint pain in the girl's piano.
This guy seems to understand me! I want to talk to her!
She mused to put away the pick and insert it into the strings, tidying up her clothes and still showing a solemn face.
She said that I was a famous singer in the capital. I lived in the Toad Mausoleum in the southeast of Chang'an City.
I learned to play the pipa at the age of 13, and my name was listed in the first team of the Jiaofang Orchestra.
Qu Ban once taught good people to take clothes, and made up to be envied by Qiu Niang.
The rich children in Kyoto are scrambling to present the lottery, and there are no number of red songs.
The beat of the silver grate is often broken and shattered, and the red skirt does not regret being stained by wine stains.
Spent year after year in laughter and play, the good times of autumn, spring and spring were wasted.
My brothers and sisters have died in the army, and I am getting old and pale as the twilight comes.
The pommel horse was left out in front of the door, and my youth was gone. I had to marry a businessman.
The businessman often parted easily when he attached great importance to profit but not affection. Last month he went to Fuliang to do tea business.
He went and left me alone in Jiangkou to guard the empty ship, around the moon and the river cold.
In the middle of the night, I often dream when I was a teenager, and my face was defiled by crying and crying in my dream.
The girl said that she was originally a famous prostitute in the capital. From the primary school pipa, countless dignitaries and aristocrats competed to flatter each other, and they were bright and happy in their youth.
But then he was old and old, and his brother left and his mother died.
When he married a rich businessman, he thought he could live a stable life, only to find that he only wanted to make money, regardless of himself.
The high spirits of that year are long gone, but now I can only be alone, facing the cold night of this empty ship, playing the pipa and feeling sorry for myself.
Flowers are not red for a hundred days, and people are not young. Bai Juyi thought, this girl's life experience is like her own!
Listening to the sound of the lute and looking at the girl in front of him, he felt a dull pain in his heart.
He sympathized with the experience of the pipa girl, but more sympathized with herself, who was very similar to her.
Both of us in misfortune go from shore to shore. Meeting now, need we have known each other before.
Looking back on half of my life, I found that both love and career did not come true, and everything that had happened came back to my mind.
Now, let's go back to 30 years ago.
A strong mother, a lifelong regret.
At the age of 11, Bai Juyi and his family moved to Xuzhou Fuli, where his father was an official. There, he met a girl named Xiang Ling.
In the eyes of Bai Juyi, she was the most beautiful girl in the world. They had no guesses and grew up together. At that time, Bai Juyi wrote poems for her and she played the piano for Bai Juyi.
Pingting wins the immortal in fifteen, Chang'e dry lotus in the daytime.
Where to teach parrot language, under the screen window embroidery bed.
The sunshine in spring, the setting sun in autumn, and the countryside are full of young boys and girls. at that time, they thought that when they grew up, they would be the only one for each other.
But the good times are not long, the door is not the door of the wrong love, in that era is doomed to no result.
Bai Juyi is a family of eunuchs. Although he is not as noble as princes and aristocrats, he absolutely cannot accept civilian women like Xiang Ling.
When the white mother knew that her son had fallen in love with such a person, she was the first to object. No, absolutely not!
In order to break up the young couple, at the age of 22, Bai's mother took Bai Juyi to Xiangyang.
At that time, separated from the two places, this life may never have the opportunity to meet again.
At that time, it was necessary to bid farewell to friends, not to mention their own lovers. Step by step a few back, tears can not stop the flow.
On the way, Bai Juyi wrote the poem "sending Xiang Ling" to his first love:
Tearful eyes are cold and cold, and they turn back every time they pass through the heights.
After a long farewell, the west upstairs should worry alone by the railing.
In order to be with the one he loves and to fight for the right to speak, Bai Juyi has worked hard.
(Huang Xuan plays Bai Juyi)
At the age of 32, he became a schoolboy.
He thought he already had a foothold in the capital and thought he had the right to choose, so he asked his mother to agree to his marriage to Xiang Ling, but his mother still strongly opposed it.
As long as your mother lives, she will have a veto. No matter how old she is, don't even think about finding such a girl as your wife.
Bai Juyi's heart was broken and he was so powerless in the face of such a stubborn and powerful mother.
Thinking of the girl who had been waiting for him, he was in agony, despair and heartbroken, and wrote a song "Farewell":
Don't cry, say goodbye.
Speechless, secret lovesickness.
No one knows beyond two hearts.
The deep cage locks the solitary bird at night, and the sword breaks the branches in spring.
At the age of 37, under the pressure of his mother's death, Bai Juyi finally married the daughter of an official.
Many years later, when Bai Juyi heard the sound of the pipa girl on the river, he thought of Xiang Ling, who only played for him.
She waited for him all her life, but he failed her all her life.
How sad mama's boy is, as it has been since ancient times.
How stupid filial piety destroys a person's happiness in life, and who knows?
Write metaphorical poems, advise Geng to speak bluntly, and eventually be demoted.
Pipa girl singing continues, memories are still the same, Bai Juyi remembered the frustrations and sadness of his official career in the first half of his life.
This young man used to be pretentious, and at the age of 16, he wrote an everlasting sentence:
The weeds on Guyuan grow at random, and every year spring comes to flourish and autumn comes to wither and yellow.
Although the wildfire burns forever, the spring breeze still flourishes.
When there is a hot article at a young age, do you still worry about the day when you can't become famous?
Not to mention that he came from a scholarly family, and it was inevitable for him to be an examiner. He thought that if he studied hard, talent and diligence, the road in the future would not be bad.
In those years, Bai Juyi got sores in his mouth and tongue when he was reading. He had calluses in his hands when he wrote, and his eyes were dazzled. Because he used his brain too much, his hair turned white.
How can a person who works hard to become such a person get nothing?
At the age of 28, Bai Juyi won the title of Jinshi.
He looked around and found that among the 17 Jinshi, he was the youngest.
So satisfaction and pride burst forth, and with one stroke of the pen he wrote down fourteen words:
Under the Tzu'en Pagoda, the youngest of the seventeen!
After hard work, he finally became a civil servant, and even if he belonged to the grass-roots level, Bai Juyi still did his duty.
In those years, he was passionate about exposing social problems for the court and for the country.
The eunuch took the charcoal that sold charcoal Weng and did not give money, and he wrote a poem to attack him. The farmer was sympathetic and indignant when he worked hard to mow grass and mowed wheat in the scorching sun, but was still poor and poor. He shouted:
The article is written from time to time, songs and poems are written together for things.
However, in officialdom, between monarchs and courtiers, he seems too naive.
In 815, Prime Minister Wu Yuanheng was assassinated. Sensible people all knew that this was the result of the internal struggle among bureaucrats. Everyone turned a blind eye, but Bai Juyi was better, and insisted that the murderer be strictly wanted.
This has angered the leader. Should you take care of this? You are overstepping your duties and talking!
The leader doesn't like Bai Juyi and finds all kinds of excuses to run on him. Do you know that writing poems is guilty?
Bai Juyi was fooled. After writing poems for so many years, what sin do I have?
Your mother is dead, you still have the heart to write poems, unfilial son, must be demoted!
If you want to add the crime, there is no excuse, so Bai Juyi is demoted to Jiangzhou Sima.
In the Tang Dynasty, Sima was a very low official position, which was used to put people to the end of retirement and place all kinds of idle officials.
Political ambition? It has nothing to do with this position.
Bai Juyi's life was reshuffled.
Others laugh at me for being too slutty, but I laugh at others for not seeing through.
In his second year in Jiangzhou, he heard the pipa that made him feel the same way, and he couldn't help sighing:
Both of us in misfortune go from shore to shore. Meeting now, need we have known each other before!
Since I left the bustling Chang'an capital last year, I was demoted to live on the banks of the Xunyang River and often fell ill.
From dawn till dusk I hear no other sounds? But the wailing of night-jars and the moaning of apes.
Chunjiang flowers are as good as the moon night in Qiujiang, and they have no choice but to drink alone.
Yes, isn't it true that Bai Juyi and the pipa girl are in the same boat?
When I came here from the capital, I was in poor health and lost my ambition when I was young. I was left here alone drinking and listening to music.
When he was young, he devoted himself to the country and the emperors.
But they say they don't need you, so they don't need you. Painstaking efforts in exchange for the disparagement of officials, is dislike.
One is the talented and beautiful pipa girl who is disliked by others, and the other is the talented and capable Jiangzhou Sima who has been relegated by others.
One is a singer who has experienced the cold world, and the other is a poet who has experienced the ups and downs of life.
How similar, how resonant!
Listening to the sound of the lute girl, Bai Juyi looked back on his life, from love to career, could not help but burst into tears.
Tonight I listen to you play the pipa to express your feelings, just like hearing fairy music with bright eyes and ears.
Mournfully cut is no longer the same voice as just now, and everyone in this room is hard of hearing and crying.
The assistant prefect of Jiangzhou is so moved? That his blue coat is wet with tears.
The inner loneliness and depression, the unsmooth official career, the death of love, the grievances of the times, in addition to silent tears, but also with people?
Eunuchs have been separated from each other for a long time, and the world will not say anything from now on.
Eliminate sorrow and joy on the face and right and wrong in the chest.
After living for more than 40 years, Bai Juyi finally understood. I have worked hard and struggled, and now I will say goodbye!
Since God has done this to me, why should I worry about the things I ask for but not get? since I can't change my life against heaven, it's better to be chic and casual.
It looks unruly, unrestrained and happy, but no one knows the pain in his heart.
The world thinks that the Song of everlasting regret at that time is a graceful and moving love story between Li Longji and Yang Yuhuan, but few people know that he just regrets his own lovesickness through the stories of others.
On high, we'd be two lovebirds flying wing to wing.On earth, two trees with branches twined from spring to spring.
In fact, every word inside, why not write as beautiful as the imperial concubine's first love Xiang Ling, and in the face of love, as powerless as the emperor!
In one's life, one must eventually learn to reconcile with life.
In 846, Bai Juyi died in Luoyang, when he was 74 years old. To the ancients, he had already lived a long life.
Later, people mentioned this Xiangshan resident, some said that he was wild, some said that he was unsentimental, but few people really understood the helplessness and deep feeling behind him.
The joyous spring in the sky is limited, and the wandering sea in the world is boundless.
All the victories and sorrows have become a dream, and the sorrow and joy to forget is Zen.
Once upon a time, he wrote satirical poems for his country and family, assisted the king, and wanted to help the world at the same time. Later, he looked down on the world and turned to wander around the world, trying to be alone.
In the first half of Bai Juyi's life, love made him desperate and his career let him down.
When he was demoted to Jiangzhou, he listened to the pipa music and made one of the most popular styles in history, "Pipa Xing".
At that moment, he shouted that we were both sad people who had fallen at the end of the world. when we met today, why did we ask if we had ever met, and then shook hands and made peace with our former self.
In different times, everyone has an uncontrollable situation.
Live affectionately in an affectionate world and laugh at life in a lonely world.
Change what can be changed, accept what cannot be changed, maybe this is Bai Juyi's philosophy of life.
And is it not suitable for us now?
In the next 7 days, a book will take you to appreciate the extraordinary beauty of Tang poetry and the poet's extraordinary elegant demeanor. we will see you again in this week's column.
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