The inscription of fallen leaves makes you feel bitter —— Reading He Shuangqing's words

The inscription of fallen leaves makes you feel bitter —— Reading He Shuangqing's words

After reading A Dream of Red Mansions, Daiyu buried a tear-jerking remark. In mourning poems, Lin Daiyu told her life story, feelings and life experiences in tears, which touched millions of readers in Jia Baoyu and Qian Qian. This passage is a story, a psychological description and a self-confession. It is the casual behavior of a sentimental woman and the expression of her true nature. Even if you put words in it, it's just fun, and there is no heart for Tao. Of course, this is a literary image created by literary works, so don't take it seriously.

However, there are such people and things in real life. They are unknown, go their own way, talk to themselves, and express their joys and sorrows with actions and words, which is a true self. No affectation, not for others, and I don't want to pass it on to the afterlife in written language. They regard their existence only as the withering of vegetation, which is caused by time sequence. All their words and deeds are like birds singing while waiting for insects.

He Shuangqing, a poetess in Qing Dynasty, is a beautiful and moving fairy in real life, just like Lin Daiyu who buried flowers.

Legend has it that He Shuangqing is not only beautiful, but also brilliant. Unfortunately, I married a man. Once she boldly advised her husband not to gamble all the time. As a result, her furious husband beat her up and locked her in the kitchen. That night, the cold light was like beans and the air conditioner was chilly. He Shuangqing didn't make a fuss, but calmly endured this inhuman torture and filled out a piece of "Memories of the Flute on the Phoenix Stage":

I forgot to blow it. Who wants to know? Shannon has no firefly-like flames. Listening to the cold rain footsteps on the earth, the drops are even more broken. Lonely and tired, it is difficult to end, but it is also very affectionate. The perfume is exhausted, the heart is not cold, and the two are accompanied.

Stars. Gradually, I still hope you drown and have a peanut. The wind in Shengyetang is chaotic, and the fish lights are swaying. After the hard autumn moth dispersed, people were already sick, and the disease was alleviated. Looking at each other for a long time, I fell asleep and slept until I was shocked.

As the old saying goes, it is extremely rare to use the residual lamp to enter the topic. In this first poem, the poetess described her delicate observation and sincere and touching feelings about women, swaying in the freezing rainy night and windy weather. Bitter, refers to light), bitter residual lamp. The persistence of the residual lamp is that we can't bear to leave lonely and poor people under the lamp. Finally, the oil ran out, the lights went out, and the sparks on the wick were like the faint starlight that flashed in the night sky. The poetess also hoped that it would burst into bright snuff and leave a little beauty, but in the end it didn't. The residual lamp went out, and the sorrowful poetess was hazy and sleepy, but she couldn't sleep well, and she was always in a nightmare-like terror.

In this poem, He Shuangqing symbolizes his life course with a remnant lamp, his insignificance and lack of vitality with a remnant lamp, and the despair of his emotional and spiritual world with the extinction of the remnant lamp.

Although the marriage is unhappy and fate plays tricks on people, He Shuangqing is a beautiful poet after all. Poets can find the beautiful things in real life best. Even if they can't find it in material life, they will create beautiful things in the spiritual world and be deeply intoxicated with themselves.

He Shuangqing once wrote a poem "Looking at the south of the Yangtze River" on the leaves of Hosta with makeup powder, releasing the leaves in the strong wind, calling it harmony with heaven and earth, saying:

I didn't see it in spring, but I've looked everywhere in the wild bridge west. Dye dreams light red to deceive butterflies and troubles dark green to deceive orioles. Don't bring up hidden hatred. If people don't meet, they meet each other late. Yue Bai has the fragrance of sleeves, and Jane spends her clothes without tears. The mountains are far away and the sun is low.

In A Dream of Red Mansions, a man who is obsessed with mountains and rivers goes to Qiao Ye to look for spring. As a result, she found that the mountain flower had been defeated, and only a few dead flowers on the branches were still lingering on the information of spring. She struggled to lure colorful butterflies to dance for it with the little pink beauty left. The oriole hidden in the green branches and leaves seems to be blinded by the thick green in front of her eyes. He didn't regret the departure of spring, but reveled in singing and singing. Butterflies and orioles are pitiful and unfortunate. They were cheated, but they enjoyed themselves unconsciously. Sadness, great sorrow! People are always deceived by themselves and others, living in an imaginary world all day, dreaming of a prince charming, but I can't see him. I finally saw it one day, but compared with the ideal prince charming, it seems to be different. I made myself dizzy and fascinated, wandering under the moon for a while and crying in front of the flowers for a while. Youth is killing silently, alas! People's life is like this, unconsciously stepping into the distant mountains and setting the sun.

He Shuangqing's romantic poem "Leaves Flying in the Wind" reminds people of a magical and beautiful story.

At the end of the Tang Dynasty, when Nuodi lived, there was a scholar named Yu You who left his hometown and lived in Beijing. One late autumn evening, Yu Youren was walking outside the palace wall. Many fallen leaves floated in a small ditch and flowed out of the palace. Yu You looked at the fallen leaves in a daze. Suddenly, he found that there seemed to be ink on a slightly larger red leaf. When he fished it out, he found four poems on it:

Why did Ah Shui leave in such a hurry, but he was so leisurely all day in the palace? I bid farewell to the red leaves and left this beautiful place for the freedom house.

Curious, Yu You carefully took the leaves of the poem back to the hotel and put them on the desk to read and play repeatedly. The more he read it, the more he felt that the leaves inscribed this poem and carried it in the stream, which had a strange imagination and new beauty. Maybe the beauty in the palace conveys her mind through games. So I daydreamed all day long, so that my tea and rice didn't think about it, and I looked trance, and I lost weight day by day. A good friend asked him why and told him the truth, so people passed it on as a joke and laughed at you too much. However, Yu Youren didn't think so, thinking that as long as he was sincere, God would help. He carefully selected a red leaf and wrote two poems on it:

I once heard that Ye wrote a red complaint. Who did you give Acacia Palace to?

After writing, he found a small ditch to flow to the upper reaches of the palace and put the red leaves in the water to let them flow in.

In a blink of an eye, a few years later, Yu Youren took part in scientific research and worked hard to become an adjutant in an official's home in Beijing. The host sympathizes with his life experience, values his talent and is willing to help him achieve a marriage. As it happens, Notion is as heavy as a mountain, releasing more than 1000 elderly ladies-in-waiting to get married. Jing Guan chose several of them as his wives, and gave you a beautiful maid-in-waiting named Mrs. Han, who was about thirty years old. Of course you're going to heaven. On the wedding day, Mrs. Han was surprised to see that the red leaves of the poem were carefully placed in the conspicuous place of your desk, and eagerly asked: Why is my poem here? He also said that he picked up a red leaf of poetry in the ditch of the palace and took it out to have a look. It turned out to be something written by Yu You in those days. Two people marvel, and it is relatively amazing. After tears of joy, I deeply felt the beauty of God as an adult, with boundless merits (this story can be found in The Story of Red Flows by Zhang Shi, a character in tang legends).

Unfortunately, hundreds of years later, He Shuangqing, a beautiful poet who wrote poems with fallen leaves and fluttered with the wind, was not so lucky. She sang in solitude all her life. If God is poor, will he compensate her in the afterlife?