"This first sentence, 'Under Yugutai, the clear river water, how many tears of passers-by in the middle?' The first half of the sentence is like a mountain standing horizontally, one lonely and one clear, the imagery is clear, and the words are like the scenery. The second half of the sentence makes the clear river water in the first half of the sentence blend into the tears of people, which is very strange. The clear river water is mighty, how many tears of people who fled are in it? This sentence alone is more sad than the 'Zheguo Jiangshan Entering the Battle Picture' in the 'Three Topics', and the tears become a river, comparable to 'Ten Thousand Bones Drying'."
"The second sentence, 'Looking northwest to Chang'an, I feel pity for the countless mountains', also has a metaphorical meaning, and 'countless mountains' is also a peculiar image. When people are in Ganzhou, they look northwest to the ancient capital of the Zhou Dynasty, with countless mountains and rivers in between. At first glance, the words of this sentence are plain, but if you chew it carefully, you will find that it has an indescribable charm. The more you chew it, the more you will savor it. According to my understanding, this poem compares the ancient capital of the Zhou Dynasty, Chang'an, to the city of Jingzhou. The countless mountains naturally refer to the poet's feeling that he is getting farther and farther away from the capital of the Chu State, Jingzhou. But... I always have a feeling that I can't explain it clearly."
The prefect of Ganzhou laughed and said, "It's right that it can't be explained clearly. Looking northwest to Chang'an, there are countless mountains. Looking north, there are countless mountains and rivers blocking the way. It's like being imprisoned in this place. Even if you can't see it, you have to look! The reason why this sentence can't be explained clearly is because it connects the previous and the next. Yugutai and Qingjiang River, look at the river, the mountains, and Chang'an!"
The poetry-crazy old man said, "What a great sentence: looking at the river, looking at the mountains, looking at Chang'an. In the third sentence, 'The green mountains cannot cover it, after all, it flows eastward', the rolling green mountains cover Chang'an, but they cannot cover the clear river flowing with tears, after all, the river water has to flow eastward. The reason why it is difficult to explain 'Looking to Chang'an in the northwest, I feel pity for the countless mountains' is precisely because this third sentence is both real and unreal. The green mountains cannot cover it, after all, it flows eastward, it is just a scene. If there is a sustenance, what is it and what is the feeling? It cannot be said and is difficult to point out. If there is no sustenance, why do 'cannot cover it' and 'after all' hit the heart directly? This is the beauty of poetry, the wonder of metaphor, using water to blame the mountain."
After the poetry-crazy old man finished speaking, everyone felt melancholy and felt that he had not said enough. They all wanted to know what kind of feelings the poet had expressed in the line "Looking northwest to Chang'an, I see countless mountains. The green mountains cannot cover it, after all it flows eastward."
"As for the last line, 'At dusk on the river, I feel sad, and in the deep mountains, I hear partridges', the river at night makes the poet sad. The sound of partridges in the deep mountains echoes in his ears. It has been said that the first three poems are unconventional, like a horse running without reins, and difficult to control. From the first to the fourth line, this poem has no sarcasm, no bitterness, no deep hatred, no sorrow, and at most just a trace of 'sorrow'. This poem. Each of the four lines has scenery and metaphors, which seem shallow but are actually profound. It seems to be just describing the scenery. But it is also moving, and ends with the sound of partridges in the deep mountains at dusk on the river!"
"No, even the last sentence of this poem is still meaningful." The poetry-crazy old man smiled.
"Oh? Please give me some advice, sir." said the prefect of Ganzhou.
The poetry-crazy old man walked out. He smiled and said, "The partridge must fly south, which means that his ambition is to go south. The poet started by looking north and ended by thinking of the south. But it is another wonderful thing. The artistic conception of this poem is almost the same as the previous three poems, but it is more distant, like a slow platform gradually falling, which makes the four poems titled Lumenjun a perfect one. Moreover, there are allusions in every sentence that are not in the previous three poems. It is directly inherited from the Book of Songs, which is the right way of Confucianism and perfect. If nothing unexpected happens, this poem will be a national treasure when it is first completed. If you sniff lightly, you may smell the fragrance of national treasure ink blown by the wind."
“Mr. Poetry Maniac, what are you doing…” The prefect of Ganzhou stared at the poetry maniac in a daze.
"Go out of the city and see dragons and elephants!" After the poetry-crazy old man said this, he actually used a fast war poem for himself and rushed towards the direction of the Lumen army.
The governor of Ganzhou was overwhelmed with emotion and said loudly: "Leave the city and see the dragon and elephant!"
"Leave the city and see the dragon and elephant!"
"Leave the city and see the dragon and elephant!"
The scholars in Ganzhou shouted and recited poems about the rapid march to the Lumen Army base.
The general of the Lumen Army sat in his chair, staring blankly at hundreds of scholars rushing out.
Afterwards, the sound of spring thunder was heard from some places in Ganzhou City. The scholars who were going to the banquet also shouted "Go out of the city to see the dragon and elephant" and ran straight out of the city.
Soon, the banquet venue was empty. Apart from the prefect's servants and maids, only the generals of the Lumen Army were left, looking gloomy and sad.
Xun Tianling was also among them, but his expression was completely different from that of the other generals. He was still immersed in the four beautiful poems.
After a long while, Wei Changxian whispered: "This Zhang Longxiang is still resisting when his death is imminent, trying to redeem his reputation with poetry. What wishful thinking! Since his father Zhang Wankong is very likely to be a traitor, then his entire family should die, and all nine clans should die too!"
Lumen Hou slowly stood up and said, "Generals, return to the camp."
A group of generals walked slowly towards the military camp. However, these generals were very strange. They should have taken a carriage, but Lu Menhou insisted on walking, and walked slowly as if he was taking a stroll.
The generals had no choice but to follow slowly.
At the back of the team, Xun Tianling suddenly shook his head slightly.
After a moment, Wei Changxian suddenly realized and smiled.
Outside the Lumen Army camp, hundreds of scholars gathered, and the number was increasing. Even ordinary students and scholars rushed here after hearing the thundering eloquence, in order to catch a glimpse of the true face of the author of the four famous poems.
The poetry-crazy old man, the Ganzhou prefect and other Ganzhou celebrities stood outside the gate of the military camp, with angry looks on their faces.
"Why don't you let us enter the military camp?" asked the Ganzhou prefect.
The scholar team guarding the gate said loudly: "This is a strategic military location. Without the order of the Marshal, no one is allowed to enter, not even the King of Chu!"
"Since your army is unyielding, we would have no complaints. But why did you not report this to Marquis Zhujiang but also forbid him from going out?" the prefect of Ganzhou asked.
"General Wei ordered before he left that Zhang Longxiang was suspected of treason and must be strictly guarded and not allowed to leave the carriage within ten feet. Since there is a military order, we cannot disobey it. I also ask the lords to be merciful and not embarrass us soldiers."
The poetry-crazy old man said helplessly: "Sir, please send a letter to Marquis Lumen, asking him to order the gate to be opened so that we can meet Marquis Zhujiang."
The prefect of Ganzhou smiled bitterly and said, "I have sent letters three times in a row, but there has been no response. I am afraid..."
The poetry-crazy old man understood immediately, snorted coldly, and said: "How can a dignified marquis be so petty and mean? It's disgusting!"
"Then shall we return?"
The poetry-crazy old man nodded slightly, and was about to move, but suddenly stopped, looked up and looked forward, and said with thunderous tongue: "Is the Marquis of Zhujiang asleep?"
"I am reading 'The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital' carefully." Fang Yun's voice came.
The scholars present smiled knowingly, because in "Two Topics on Lumen Army", there is a sentence "A memorial before the expedition tells the whole story, and it is more carefully read by lamplight in the middle of the night."
The two sides began to have a lively conversation.
The poetry-crazy old man said, "There is one thing I don't understand. Did you compose these four poems about Lumen Army today because you were inspired to write them, or did you prepare them in advance?"
"Three thousand nights of reading, ten years of accumulated depression."
"So that's how it is. There's still one thing I don't understand. What does the sentence 'Please don't talk about becoming a marquis, for a general's success is built on the bones of thousands of soldiers' mean? "
Many scholars chuckled, wanting to know whether Fang Yun was admonishing Lu Menhou or cursing him.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "If I tell you, will Marquis Lumen know?"
The poetry-crazy old man replied: "He will know it naturally."
"Then I won't say anything more."
There was a burst of laughter outside the military camp.
.(To be continued.)
ps: I recommend my friend’s new book “The Strongest National Martial Arts”, which is an urban national martial arts novel.
The young strong man Zhang Ren entered the university. However, because of the request of a beautiful woman, he broke into the underground boxing ring, became a Muay Thai master, worked as a bodyguard for a beautiful star, and subdued the Siberian Ice Queen. When he indulged in the flowers, he found that the destruction of the martial arts school was actually a shocking conspiracy. Let's see how he can turn his hand to make clouds and rain to create the strongest national martial arts!
The author is inspirational Big Black Fish.