Xin Qiji has a puzzle, from leaving Jinan in his 20s to dying in the south in his later years, he has missed his homeland all his life, but in these decades, he has never written a poem about Jinan. Why is that?
Shaoxing 32 years, the north has fallen for dozens of years, at this time Xin Qiji 22 years old, since childhood by his grandfather's patriotic education, he just participated in a rebel army against women in Jinan, young heroes, chivalrous and courageous, riding horses to lead more than 50 people to attack tens of thousands of enemy camps, capture traitors, defected to the Southern Song Dynasty. On that day, the moon in Jinan sent away a high-spirited Xin Qiji.
I think that Xin Qiji, who was speeding on the road, must think about the next time he returns to Jinan, he must succeed in the Northern Expedition, recover his homeland, and reunite with his friends and relatives.
In 1169, Xin Qiji was 29 years oldHe was already an official in the Southern Song Dynasty, there was no resistance, no Northern Expedition, which was contrary to his original goal of coming here, and the proposals he wrote to the imperial court were all lost. He had nowhere to vent his blood, so he could only climb the tower to look at the moon, but the moon seemed to be against him, dark clouds and blue sky, the night was gloomy, and the night covered the moon and his distant hometown.
The beautiful scenery is just a lovely month. The condition is bright, and the length is very clear. Interested in climbing the tower to see the jade rabbit, who opened the curtain to cover the silver que. Qian Fei Lian, you have to blow it open, who can say.
Strings and looks, from the circle is missing. What is the difference between today and yesterday. Envy comes to the hand at night, and the osmanthus can be broken. Ander climbed to the pillar of heaven and calmly accompanied the festival. Now, if you don't listen to the dust, you are worried. "(Man Jianghong, Mid-Autumn Festival) The empty talk of the Lord and the faction misled the country, and he was more disappointed than the Mid-Autumn Festival. At this time, he was only 29 years old, but he seemed to have met his fate for the next few decades.
Three years later, Xin Qiji was 32 years old and was working in Chuzhou. On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he sent his friends to the capital, and the two sat opposite each other and drank farewell wine. The autumn wind blew coolness, and it also blew the seemingly hard shell of this northern man.
The old taste is reduced, and the wine is not drunk, and the year is timid. The situation is only the Mid-Autumn Festival, a very good month, not according to the round. The merciless water, regardless of the west wind, just waiting to be sent back to the ship. On the perch river in the autumn evening, in front of the children's lamps in the middle of the night.
Shirts. It's good to go to the sky. The Jade Hall is thinking about the sage. I want to be bright in the middle of the night. Stay in the grass, but send the side. The old people of Chang'an asked me, the Tao is ordinary, and the mud wine is still there. The geese fall in the autumn sky, and the empty strings sound when drunk. "(Magnolia Flower Slow, Chuzhou Sends Fan Kui) is only 32 years old, but he feels that he is old. Yes, after careful calculation, it has been nearly ten years since I came to the Southern Song DynastyThe heroic spirit of the past seems to have been worn away in the torment day after day. He said to his friends, if friends in the capital ask about me, you will say that I am fine, I still like to drink so much, you can taste the beauty of sea bass along the way, and you can reunite with your relatives and children when you return home. Is this your blessing to him, or is it your own heart's desire?Returning to your hometown on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival and reuniting with relatives and friends sounds like such a simple wish, but you haven't seen the moon in Jinan for ten years.
In the years that followed, a lot of things happened in small and small pieces, and it was probably just degraded and degraded, from being an official in one place to being an official in that place. The moon of this year is round, and the moon of that year is lacking. Until he was 41 years old, he built a manor in Shangrao, Jiangxi Province and began to live in idleness. For the next 20 years, he spent most of his time here.
One year in the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was no moon, so he could only drink slowly by candlelight.
Remembering the Mid-Autumn Festival, the flowers are also in the cup, and the moon is also in the cup. Tonight upstairs with the same, cloud wet screen, rain wet screen.
If you want to ride the wind to ask the chemical industry, the road is also difficult to pass, and the letter is also difficult to pass.
The hall is full of only candles and red, singing and calm, cups and calm. "Let's slowly drink a few cups of wine, and let us slowly sing the song to the end. If you don't let the Northern Expedition, you don't go to the battlefield, you can't go back to your hometown, so what can you do besides drinking?He never misses that hometown clearly.
The situation between Korea and China is complicated, Jinan was still the land of the Jin Dynasty at that time, his identity is sensitive, cautious, so among the more than 600 works that survive, I didn't find a poem about Jinan, but I still found a small sentence in a poem, it was when he was an official in Hangzhou, he saw the beautiful spring water, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "Hate this, the scenery has no home, and now it is a guest." "The scenery here is so similar to my hometown of Jinan, but I'm just a guest today.
Who says he doesn't love his homeland?For more than 40 years after the age of 22, he spent the rest of his life on the way home. None of his Mid-Autumn Festival lyrics are the joy of reunion, he will be homesick when he sees the diving in Hangzhou, and he has looked at the north countless times, imagining the place where the appearance is almost blurred. On his deathbed, he shouted to kill the thief or go home
After the age of 22, he never saw the moon in Jinan again. In his life, the country is not round, and the family is not round.