Night Mooring at Fengqiao (Zhang Ji)
The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, the river maple is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang at midnight to reach the passenger ship.
This is a travel poem. The poet had no sleep for a long night, and recorded the events casually. It has no profound meaning or novel metaphors, but it creates a vivid and colorful state of "sleep" that is full of scenes, and it has become famous throughout the ages. Spread by thousands of mouths. The image of the poet lying undressed, tossing and turning, is so real and real that it has aroused the resonance of people's hearts for thousands of generations. Concrete yet abstract, real yet general, "Shou Mian" has been a hot topic among people since its birth. Zhang Ji and his "Night Mooring on Maple Bridge" will live in people's hearts forever. With Zhang Jibo's sleepless night at Zhoufeng Bridge, the life journey of Chinese literati is no longer peaceful.
The first sentence tells the time, describes the environment, and renders the atmosphere of desolation, desolation, and loneliness. In the middle of the night, the moon is setting, the stars are sparse, the dark frost is condensing, and the crows of crows are making people feel desolate. The poet is lying on the boat, wandering in the rivers and lakes, as if he is in the vast and boundless night, lonely and helpless, at a loss, and unable to see the hope of dawn. , unable to get out of the shadow of the soul, a tired heart wanders on the sea of ??life. "The sky is covered with frost" is a strange phrase. Originally, it is a natural phenomenon when autumn frost falls on the ground, causing an awe-inspiring chill. However, in the eyes of the desolate poet, it seems that the sky is covered with frost and the chill is overwhelming. It is quite desolate and depressing. Feeling of coldness. Writing about the diffuse autumn frost and the miserable cold wind actually conveys the poet's desolate mood. What is particularly harsh is the "crow", which is originally a sinister, ominous and unfavorable omen. I remember when I was a child in the countryside, whenever I heard the crow of crows late at night, my grandma would always pray eloquently, asking for blessings from my ancestors and no disaster! We can fully imagine that in the dead of night, there are suddenly several shrill and piercing crows, which would be terrifying and frightening. The crows echoed in the desolate and lonely night sky, awakening the poet from his homesick dream, and breaking his wandering heart.
The second sentence depicts the image of the poet lying undressed, tossing and turning, sleepless for a long night. On the shore in the distance, the night is hazy and the maple shadows are heavy. Nearby, in the river, there is mist and fishing fires. One far, one close, one dark, one bright, one riverside, one on the river, the clever combination of scenery highlights the quiet and cold atmosphere of the environment. The word "Jiangfeng" is very suggestive. It is closely related to the autumn colors and autumn mood, and the thoughts of separation and emotion. "There are maples on the water of the Zhanzhan River, and my eyes are thousands of miles away and my heart is filled with spring", "There is no sorrow on the green maples", "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February", these poems by the predecessors can illustrate the meaning of "Jiang Maple" The emotional connotation accumulated in this word. "Fishing fire" is a bright color and a ray of warmth in the surrounding dim and misty background. Although it cannot illuminate the darkness and dispel the cold, it can bring a ray of comfort and a ray of hope to people in the dark night. Standing in a frosty cold night, witnessing the fishing fire in Jiangfeng, the poet's heart was moved, and his heart was full of sorrow. The word "dui" in "Dui Chou Mian" contains the connotation of "companion", but unlike the word "companion" which is exposed, there is indeed a loneliness here. The lingering melancholy in the traveler's heart also implies a fresh feeling of the beautiful scenery of the journey. "Sorrow" is an abstract concept, and its external form should be frost, crows, river maples, and fishing fires. In other words, every scene and thing has become a vivid portrayal of the sadness of separation and separation. The poet's "mood for sorrow" is actually immersed in a world full of sorrow and cold, and he stays up all night!
The last two sentences feature a close-up of the midnight bell, which creates emptiness from reality. The imaginary is better than the real. The virtual and the real are combined, and the meaning is profound. "Hanshan Temple outside the city of Suzhou" explains the origin of the bell, which is real and tangible; "The bell rings at the passenger ship at midnight" highlights the clear, melodious and thrilling characteristics of the bell. Originally, the sound of the midnight bell spread in all directions, but to the sleepy poet's ears it seemed to be particularly loud and harsh. It seemed that it was coming specifically for the destitute poet, so there was a passenger ship that "arrived" but did not arrive. Feelings elsewhere. Obviously, the sound of the bell is intangible and ruthless, but it is sentimental and powerful, carrying a layer of sorrow that is too thick to be resolved. It seems to fill the world and fill the mind with the sorrow of traveling and separation. The bells of Hanshan Ancient Temple echoed in the night sky of Fengqiao one after another, permeating the hearts of literati. It sounded the sound of wandering, it cut through the fog of emptiness and loneliness, and it even traveled through time and space, drifting Dancing, telling touching life stories to the present and the future.
With this sound, Maple Bridge is not silent, and even Maple Bridge has not been silent for thousands of generations.
Zhang Ji couldn't sleep that night, and so did all the literati for generations.
Immortal Insomnia
He failed! One thousand two hundred years ago. The list is so big and long, but his name is not there. ah! Unexpectedly, the word "Zhang Ji" alone cannot be tolerated in his name.
The names of those who pass the exam are written on the list one stroke at a time, and are known to the world. The strange thing is that in his opinion, if you fail the exam, it will be known to the world. This incident made him ashamed and depressed.
Leave the capital! After agreeing on the price, he set foot on the boat. The originally expected plot was not like this. It might have included flower arranging and parading through the streets, the romance of horse hooves, and the glory of returning home in splendid robes and robes. However, in the ten years of Hanchuang, although he had his hanging thorns, he did not have a seat at the Qionglin banquet.
The boat moves like the wind.
Jiang Feng is like a fire, holding up a cold flame on the bank. That evening, the boat arrived in Suzhou. However, for Zhang Ji, this beautiful ancient city is nothing more than another place that touches his melancholy.
If there is anything that should be done during the day, for a scholar, it is reading! What about night? It’s time to sleep at night so that you can be refreshed enough to read the next day. However, tonight is a sad night. Tonight, in a foreign land, by the river, in the cold autumn season, a down-and-out scholar is allowed to indulge his sorrow. The river can infinitely absorb the tears of all those who have had troubles throughout the ages.
On such a night, I sit cruelly, listening to the sound of my heart being bitten by something and disappearing bit by bit, and watching my life like the debris in the strong wind. The lamp, all the energy spent on resisting, is running out of oil, and the slight fire may go out every moment. However, the hateful thing is that throughout its life, it has never been gorgeous and brilliant!
The country has slept, the boat has slept, the boatman has slept, and the people on the shore have also slept. Only he, Zhang Ji, was awake. The deeper the night, the more awake he became. He was as awake as a dead tree with fallen leaves, like an empty nest where a swallow has flown away.
At first, sleep rejected him. (After all, haven't I been rejected everywhere in this half of my life?) After that, he was angry. Well, if he had no sleep, he would have no sleep. He had to wake up alone for a long time, so he just came to have his injuries thoroughly examined. Why not?
The moon was setting in the west, looking uninterested. There was a bird singing, a hoarse voice, it was a crow, and the moon became even darker with its crow. On the river bank, I think there are thousands of grasses covered with frost. In the night sky, the house is like clear frost, every grain of it is cold and desolate.
Between his beard and eyebrows, he felt as if there was also a coldness, that sinister coolness, waiting to condense into the frost flowers of early autumn to decorate his pale green boy's face. Appearance.
There are three or two fishing boats on the river, what are they doing? Are you fishing? Or, shrimp? Will they also cast an empty net? The world is hard! Even a dashing fisherman can’t help but get caught up in the storm, right?
However, being able to work hard is also a blessing! Tonight, the moon shines brightly, the frost cools itself, those who feel at ease sleep peacefully, and those who work go to work. I, Zhang Ji, am the only one who is irresponsible, the one who has neither the right to work nor the blessing to sleep...
The bell rang, this strange late-night Hanshan Temple bell . In general temples, drums are played in the evening and bells are played in the morning. Hanshan Temple rings the "midnight bell" to warn the world. The sound of the bell came close to the water. To others, the sound was just the vague background music in sleep. In his case, each strike hit his heart, hitting the vital point. The sound of the bell is so beautiful, but does the bell itself hurt or not?
Since he had no sleep, he pushed up his pillow and wrote the four words "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" in the dark. Then, copy the remaining twenty-eight words. I say "copy" because those twenty-eight words are like black letters on a white wall in his heart:
The moon is setting, the crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost,
Jiang Feng's fishing fire To worry about sleep.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City,
The midnight bell rang to the passenger ship.
Thank God, if there had not been Zhang Ji who failed, there would have been one less good poem in the history of poetry, and there would have been no one to explain our certain moods.
Twelve hundred years have passed. Who was the top pick on that long list (that is, the gold list that Zhang Ji couldn’t squeeze into)? ha! Who cares who he is? The name that is really remembered is "Zhang Ji, the loser". Will anyone remember the grand scene of the No. 1 pick paraded through the streets in red? No! We only remember the frustrated man on the passenger ship on an autumn night and his immortal insomnia.
Hope it helps you haha