Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
This is a travel note. The poet stayed up all night and recorded the story at will. It has no profound meaning or novel metaphor, but it has created a colorful and confusing "sleepy" realm, which is famous throughout the ages and spreads widely. The image of the poet lying on his back, tossing and turning, is so real, so real, arousing the hearts of generations. Concrete and abstract, real and general "melancholy sleep" has been a hot topic since its birth. Zhang Jihe's a night-mooring near maple bridge lives in people's hearts forever. With the sleepless nights of Zhang Jibo's boat and Fengqiao, the life journey of China literati is no longer calm.
The first sentence tells the time, describes the environment and renders the desolate and lonely atmosphere. In the middle of the night, the moon sets and the stars are thin, the dark frost condenses, and the crows sing, which is sad; The poet is lying on the boat, wandering in the rivers and lakes, as if in the boundless night, lonely and helpless, at a loss, unable to see the hope of dawn, unable to walk out of the shadow of the soul, and a tired heart wandering in the ocean of life. The strange rise of Frost in the Sky. It was a natural phenomenon that autumn frost fell to the ground. But in the eyes of a poet with a sad mood, it seems that the sky is full of frost, the chill is pressing, and he is quite sad and disheartened. Writing about autumn frost and cold wind is really conveying the poet's sad mood. Especially harsh is the "black crow", which is a dangerous, ominous and unfavorable omen. I remember when I was a child in the countryside, whenever I heard crows in the middle of the night, my grandmother would always pray loudly, and my ancestors would bless me that nothing would happen! We can completely imagine that in the dead of night, there were a few shrill black cries suddenly, which were not creepy and nerve-racking. This cry after cry echoed in the lonely night sky, awakened the poet's homesick dream and broke his wandering heart.
The second sentence describes the poet lying in clothes, tossing and turning, sleepless at night. In the distance, the night is dim on the shore, and the maple shadow is heavy. Near the river, the fog is boundless and the fishing fire is little. One is far away, one is near, one is dark and one is bright, and the other is by the river. The clever collocation of scenery highlights the quiet and cold environment. The word "Jiang Feng" is suggestive and closely related to autumn scenery and feelings. "There is a maple on the water of Zhanjiang River, which hurts the heart of spring", "There is no sorrow on the green maple" and "Sitting in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February". These poems by predecessors can explain the emotional meaning of the word "Jiangfeng". Fishing Fire is a touch of bright color and a ray of warmth in the hazy background around. Although it can't illuminate the darkness and dispel the cold, it can bring a little comfort and hope to people in the dark night. On a frosty night, witnessing Jiang Feng fishing, the poet was moved and filled with sadness. The word "right" of "sad sleep" contains the meaning of "companionship", but different from the word "companionship", there is indeed a sadness that haunts the hearts of lonely travelers, and it also implies the freshness of the beautiful scenery of the journey. "Sorrow" is an abstract concept, and its externalized forms should be severe frost, crying, river wind and fishing fire. In other words, a scene and everything have become a vivid portrayal of lingering thoughts and sadness. The poet's "sleeping in sorrow" is actually immersed in a world full of sorrow and chill, staying up all night!
At the end, there are two close-ups of midnight bells, which have a profound meaning. "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City" shows where the bell comes from, which is real; "Midnight bell to passenger ship" highlights the characteristics of clear and melodious bell. Originally, the midnight bell came from all directions, but it sounded particularly loud and harsh to the poets who were worried about sleeping. It seemed to be directed at the fallen poets, so it felt like "getting on a passenger ship" instead of going somewhere else. Obviously, the clock is invisible and heartless, but it is affectionate and powerful, and it contains a layer of sadness that can't be turned away. It seems to be full of the world, and all the hearts are full of sadness. In this way, the bells of Hanshan Ancient Temple echoed in the night sky of Qiao Feng and penetrated into the hearts of literati. It sounded the sound of wandering, and it cut through the fog of loneliness. It even traveled through time and space, telling a touching life story to the present and the future.
This sound, the maple bridge is not quiet, and the maple bridge of several generations in a hundred years is not quiet.
That night, Zhang Ji didn't sleep, nor did the century literati.
Immortal insomnia
He failed the list! 1200 years ago. However, the list is big and long, but there is no his name. Ah! Unexpectedly, his name "Zhang Ji" is not enough.
The names of those who passed the exam are all written on the list, which is known all over the world. Strangely, in his feeling, it is well known that he failed in the exam. This incident made him feel ashamed and depressed.
Leave Beijing! After paying the price, he set foot on the boat. This is not the expected plot. There might have been an affair of arranging flowers and wandering the streets, and there was the glory of returning home in clothes. However, after ten years of cold window, although he was a thorn in his side, he didn't have a corner seat at Qionglin banquet.
The ship is sailing like the wind.
Jiang Feng is like fire, holding a cold flame on the shore. This evening, the ship arrived in Suzhou. However, this beautiful ancient city is just another place that touches Zhang's sad feelings.
If there is anything to do during the day, for a scholar, it is reading! What about at night? You should go to bed at night to keep your mental state and watch it the next day. However, tonight is a sad night. Tonight, in a foreign land, by the river, in the season of cold autumn and high geese, let a down-and-out scholar indulge his sadness. The river can hold the tears of all unfortunate people indefinitely.
On such a night, I sat cruelly, listening to the sound of my heart being chewed by something, watching my life like a remnant lamp in a strong wind, all my strength was spent in resistance, and I ran out of oil and food, and the slight fire could be extinguished every moment. However, what is hateful is that it has never been gorgeous and brilliant in its life!
Jiangshan slept, the boat slept, the boatman slept, and the people on the shore slept. Only he, Zhang Ji, is awake. The deeper the night, the more awake he is, like a dead tree and fallen leaves, like an empty nest where Liang has gone.
At first, it was sleep that rejected him. Let nature take its course, haven't you been rejected everywhere in your life? ) Then, he got angry. Well, if you don't sleep, you won't sleep If you wake up all night, you will simply take a thorough look at yourself. Why not?
The moon is slanting to the west, looking listless. There are birds singing, hoarse, crow's, and the moon is even dimmer because of its frequent chirping. On the river bank, I think it's frost grass. In the night sky, the house is as clear as frost and the grain is cold.
In the corner of his beard and forehead, he felt as if he was getting cold, and the gloomy and hostile chill was waiting for the frost flowers condensed in early autumn to decorate his miserable young face.
Fishing in twos and threes on the river. What are they doing? Fishing, right, or shrimp? Do they also cast nets? Times are hard! Even a handsome fisherman can't help jumping into the storm, can he?
However, hard work is also a kind of happiness! Tonight, the moon is bright, the frost is cool, the people at ease are sleeping, and the people at work go to work. Only I, Zhang Ji, don't accept anything. I have neither the right to work nor the right to sleep. ...
The bell rang, the strange late-night bell of Hanshan Temple. Generally, drums and morning bells are ringing in temples, and Hanshan Temple knocks "midnight bell" to warn the world. The bell is near the water. For others, the sound is just the vague background music in their sleep. However, in him, one by one hit the heart, right in the middle. The bell is beautiful, but does it hurt?
As he didn't sleep, he pushed the pillow up and wrote the words "a night-mooring near maple bridge" in the dark. Then, just copy the remaining 28 words. I say "copy" because those 28 words are like black words on the white wall in his heart:
Frosty night,
Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,
The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship.
Thank God, if there were no last Zhang Ji, there would be a good poem missing in the history of poetry, and no one would speak for us in a certain mood.
1200 years later, who is the champion on that long list (that is, the gold list that Zhang Ji can't squeeze into)? Ha! Who cares who he is? The name that is really remembered is "Zhang Ji, a laggard". Will anyone remember the grand parade of the champion in red? Don't! We only remember the frustrated man on the autumn night passenger ship and his immortal insomnia.
I hope it helps you, hehe.