Liu Yong
Liu Yong: (987?-1055?), whose courtesy name was Qiqing and whose initial name was Sanbian. Because it ranks seventh, it is also called Liu Qi. His ancestral home is Hedong (now part of Shanxi), and later moved to Chong'an (now part of Fujian). He was a Jinshi in the Renzong Dynasty of Song Dynasty, and became a tuntian Yuanwailang. In his old life, he was called Liu tuntian. Due to the bumpy official career and poor life, he turned from pursuing fame to becoming tired of officialdom. He indulged in the beautiful and prosperous urban life and found sustenance in "leaning on the red and nestling in the green" and "singing in a low voice". As the first ci writer in the Northern Song Dynasty who devoted himself to writing lyrics, he not only developed the theme and content of ci words, but also produced a large number of slow ci words, developed narrative techniques, promoted the popularization and colloquialism of ci words, and produced a relatively large number of poems in the history of ci words. Big impact.
There are three types of content in Liu Ci: 1. Describing the prosperity of the city and the lifestyle of the citizens, "Looking at the Sea Tide" is the most famous. This is the earliest long-tempo slow poem created by literati. It vividly depicts the beautiful scenery and prosperity of Qiantang River. 2. Describe the love between men and women. Some of these words express the misfortune of the lower class people and the author's deep sympathy for them, such as "Ding Feng Bo", some describe the misery of prostitutes and their resentment towards frivolous men, such as "Youth Travel", and some describe prostitutes' desire for freedom and true love. About love life, such as "The Legend of Lost Immortals". 3. The emotion of Jianghu Luotuo is another important content of his lyrics.
The Fall of the Romantic Talent Liu Yong
Commenting on Liu Yong, no matter how you look at it, you have to admit that he is the leading romantic talent in the history of Chinese literature. Li Bai was talented, and Su Shi was also romantic. If you want to be a talented person, you must also be romantic, and you can use your talent and romantic style to reach the point of painting, and you can do it with ease. I'm afraid Li Bai and Su Shi can't match Liu Yong's reputation.
Liu Yong is not only a romantic and talented man, but also a cram school student who has failed many times, a drunkard who often drinks, a prodigal son who haunts Qin Tower and Chu Hall, and a small official with a bumpy career, who "writes lyrics according to orders" A professional lyricist, a wandering tourist, a pretentious "Prince in White", the iron brother of a prostitute in a singing house, a bohemian playboy, a freelance writer on the streets, a fool who angers the emperor, a slovenly clown, dare to A man who hates but dares to love, a bachelor who has no wife and no wife, a master who innovated and developed Song poetry.
Thinking of Liu Yong, you will naturally think of the famous saying that has been passed down through the ages: "Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more worthy of neglecting the Qingqiu Festival! Where can I wake up tonight? The dawn wind is waning on the willow bank. ..." As if Seeing the autumn colors in the south of the Yangtze River, the water and the sky are the same color under the willow-painted bridge. There are hundreds of thousands of homes in the wind curtain and green curtain. The heavy lake reflects the green mountains, with three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus flowers. Clouds and trees surround the dike and sand, and there are orchid boats urging them to set off. In the setting sun, the cicadas are mournful. Liu Yong, who was full of sorrow, said goodbye to the two or three girls who came to see him off. Looking at his tearful eyes, Liu Yong murmured and longed: "In the intermittent setting sun. For the evening scene, the sadness is far away, and the new sorrow and the old hatred come one after another. People are connected thousands of miles away. I remember the customs of two places, thousands of smoke and water. The rain stops and the sky is high. , Looking across the twelve green peaks, I am completely speechless, who can express my feelings in such a way that I can't help but express my feelings..."
The writing is extremely beautiful and expressive. Extremely beautiful. Liu Yong's writing is full of sunshine, spring rain and pictures. The Jiangnan he described was vivid, emotional, charming and interesting, which fascinated the talented people living in Jiangnan. There is innocence and childishness in Liu Yong's heart, tenderness like water, and passion like fire. The flat sound is like a cuckoo crowing blood, like an autumn rain splashing with snow, making the Song lyrics so graceful.
Perhaps in compliance with the rule of "articles hate life," Liu Yong's life was too unlucky. The first time I went to Beijing to take the exam, I failed. I failed again for the second time. Ordinarily, tutoring and tutoring can definitely make a comeback. But Liu Yong, who refused to admit defeat, just couldn't keep his temper and wrote a song called "Crane Soaring to the Sky" that was full of complaints and did not know the heights of the sky:
On the gold list, I occasionally missed the lead. How to pay tribute to the virtuous people temporarily left in the Ming Dynasty? If the attempt fails, the situation will be easy, and the struggle will be in vain? No need to talk about gains and losses. A talented poet is naturally a prime minister in white clothes.
Fireworks in the alleys, a barrier of beautiful paintings according to the agreement. Fortunately, I find the right person to look for.
And nestle in the red green, romantic affairs, life will be smooth. Youth is the same. Forbearing the false reputation, I drank the wine lightly and sang in a low voice.
If you fail the exam, you will not reflect on yourself, but you will say that the emperor did not discover you and the government missed talented people. He is obviously a commoner, but he still wants to say that he is a talented poet, a high-ranking official without official robes. What is particularly intolerable to the authorities is the sentence at the end: "I tolerate the false reputation and sing in a low voice instead of pouring a cup of wine." The young people are really a little crazy. I didn't know how to lose face when I failed the ranking, but I pretended to be noble in exchange for "singing in a low voice".
The grumbling Liu Yong only wanted to be happy for a while, and never thought that the song "Crane Soaring to the Sky" created the bitterness of his life. It’s nothing if a young student who failed to pass the exam wrote a few naughty verses. The problem is that you are not an ordinary young person, you are Liu Yong, and wherever there is well water, there will be people singing and chanting your Liu Yong's lyrics. Liu Yong didn't know that his name and lyrics had covered alleys, buildings and places near and far; he didn't know that his magnetic words and fresh rhythms had conquered fans and star-chasers all over the world. Little did he know that in some dark corners, someone was spying on his whereabouts, and someone was picking apart the unstable elements in his lyrics. Several books about Liu Ci~
Within a few days, Liu Yong's "Crane Climbing to the Sky" was in the hands of Song Renzong. Renzong read it over and over again and groaned. The more he read, the more unpleasant it became, and the more he read, the more annoyed he became. Especially the line "I can't bear the false reputation. I'll sing in a low voice instead of a shallow cup of wine." It really hit Song Renzong's pain point. Three years later, Liu Yong took the exam again. After finally passing several tests, he only waited for the emperor's ink pen to mark the results. Unexpectedly, when Emperor Renzong saw the word "Liu Yong" on the roster, Long Yan was furious, and angrily erased Liu Yong's name, and commented on the side: "Go ahead and sing softly, why?" Want to gain fame? ”
The opponent is too powerful. Liu Yong, who was expelled, pretended to be happy after swallowing his tears, and wandered around the world cynically carrying the imperial approval sign of "writing lyrics according to the order". He went deep into the singing and dancing hall, carried out Renzong's imperial edict in a grand manner, and "sung lightly and quietly" day and night. This move is also poisonous enough. He was so humiliated and embarrassed that he couldn't breathe.
Liu Yong, who "wrote lyrics according to orders", played the "singing in a low voice" that was criticized by the imperial critics, and actually turned the tables on him and became a popular superstar, creating a famous brand effect. . The most rare thing is that the bitterness of the song and dance hall and the hardships of the journey made Liu Yong immortal and the glory of Song poetry, and laid the foundation for his unique and tragic life. This is a great blessing for Liu Yong, and even more so for Chinese literature.
Qin Lou Chu Pavilion, dancers and singers, is a very senior and sensitive topic. The dignitaries and gentlemen relied on their power to indulge themselves in wealth and indulgence in the Qin Tower and the Chu Pavilion, and died in a dream among the dancing girls and singers. Because of power, everything is legal and should be. But they turned around, returned to the palace and mansion, put on official robes and black gauze, and as guardians of traditional morals, they slandered and cursed the dancers and singers they had trampled and trampled in order to show their civilization. Elegant, a gentleman. Liu Yong is different, maybe only Liu Yong is different. He observed the women living at the bottom with kindness and sincere sympathy. He put down the airs of being a "white prime minister" who looked down upon the powerful, exchanged hearts with others, made friends with dancers and singers, and warmed those cold-blooded women with his true feelings. Heart, bleeding soul. In a place where the world was full of sewage, Liu Yong saw the filth in the bones of the Song Dynasty, and saw the despicability hidden under the cover of sublimity. The dirtiest and most despicable place is not the Qin Tower and the Chu Pavilion, but the magnificent palace.
Facing life head-on, Liu Yong made no secret of his feelings and sang his heart out unabashedly. In "Day and Night Music" he wrote:
Who can complain about loneliness? Even as a preface, it’s always an easy task. I had known that it would be difficult to fight with the land, but I regretted not keeping him at that time. Not only is he charming and upright, but he also has a special touch with people's hearts. A day without thinking can bring about a thousand thoughts.
There is a sentence in "Yu Jie Xing": Hazy secret thoughts are like flowers, and dreams are still shocked. I couldn't sleep in my clothes and quilt, and my pillow turned over and over again. Only Hua Liang, the newly arrived Shuangyan, heard the dawn and sighed.
"Phoenix Wutong" writes: Leaning alone in a dangerous building, the breeze is soft, looking at the sorrow of separation, and the gloom is boundless. In the lingering light of the grass-colored mountains, there is no intention of leaning on the railing. I also want to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the forced drinking is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. The clothes I wear make people haggard.
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True feelings, true love, true words, and a true man.
Dare to write, dare to sing, dare to act, dare to rebel.
Upright, open-minded, sweet and sweet, a rare true love, a legendary story. In a society full of filth, hypocrisy, deceit, and cruelty, don't say that Liu Yong wrote lyrics and music for the dancers and singers. Even if they embraced each other warmly and loved each other crazily, they were also noble, clean, and brilliant. If this is Liu Yong's downfall, then this kind of downfall is so beautiful and wonderful. It is enough to eclipse the love between men and women in the world that is carried out on the bed sheet of power and money.
The "gentlemen" scolded Liu Yong for sinking because Liu Yong loved Fireworks Lane. So have "gentlemen" really never been to Fireworks Alley? How virtuous they are and what beasts they are. There are indeed gentlemen who have never been to Fireworks Alley. So, have they never done anything outside of Fireworks Alley? In other words, don’t they have a yearning for Fireworks Alley deep in their souls? There are a few "gentlemen" who dare to say no.
Whether it is clear or turbid, black or white, the problem is not the matter itself, the key is to see who did it. Power is the magic wand of the powerful. It can turn a deer into a horse, and turn decay into magic. It has a strong allure to most men and women. With Liu Yong's wisdom and talent, he can definitely win some power, fame and fortune for himself. But the stupid Liu Yong just didn't understand, so he turned his back on the power and got close to the lower-class kagirls.
Li Bai, the great poet who despised the powerful, wanted to be an official deep in his soul. In the "Book with Han Jingzhou", he wrote in a disgusting way: "I don't need to be granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households, but I hope I can get to know Han Jingzhou." It is really Li Bai who captured such exquisite and artistic photos of horses. Later, he followed Yong Wanglin to revolt and almost lost the poet's life. Du Fu, the poet sage, looked honest and honest, but in his heart he really wanted to be an official. Braving the hail of bullets during the Anshi Rebellion, he wore hemp shoes and traveled hundreds of miles to chase the fleeing Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. His loyalty and ideals are evident. The arrogant Mr. Wang Wei, although he lives in Zhongnan Mountain, his heart is in Chang'an City, always watching the activities of the officials. Creatively took a curved officialdom shortcut. It's noble, affordable, and there's no need to pay bribes. A top-notch poet and literati, holding a wine glass and waving his pen and ink, he impassionedly despised the powerful. He was as proud and noble as a white crane in the clouds. He looked up at the mountains that the world was playing with, dazzled, and called him immortals and saints. It is impossible to see that the six roots of the immortals and saints are not purified. They cannot resist the temptation of power, fame and wealth, cannot break the shackles of the worldly world, and cannot let go of the cancerous growths growing in the corners of their hearts. Hidden beneath the sonorous and noble words is a greater official addiction and greed for power than ordinary people.
It should be admitted that Liu Yong, who had tried and failed many times, could not quench his yearning for an official career. However, compared with Li Bai and Du Fu's persistence and hard work, and their complete willingness to sacrifice their lives for officialdom, Liu Yong's instinctive "longing" is insignificant. In front of the touchstone of fame and fortune, Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei, Han Yu and other first-class masters with good reputations definitely lost to the sinker-Liu Yong.
Literati who are passionate about officialdom and try every possible means to squeeze into it will find it difficult to associate with officials and board the boat of their ideals if they do not change their appearance to be shameless and dirty. Li Bai wanted to be an official, but he failed and was exiled to Yelang instead. After a person dies, there is no one around to deal with the aftermath. It is so desolate and miserable. Du Fu, who had been loyal to the court all his life and worked hard without complaint, finally died on a small boat. It was pitiful and sad. Liu Yong, who was far away from officialdom and had no children, died amid the heartbroken cries of the citizens and singing girls. The singers made Liu Yong's funeral very grand and grand. In order to commemorate Liu Yong, every year on the anniversary of Liu Yong's death, the singing girls would gather together to hold a "Liu Hanging Party". Although no one said Liu Yong's death was as important as Mount Tai, it was a rare happiness and warmth. A romantic and talented man is romantic in life and death.
For thousands of years, only Liu Yong has dared to sink like this, and only Liu Yong has sunk to such a wonderful level.
Several books about Liu Ci~:
"Collection of Movements and Annotations" edited and annotated by Xue Ruisheng, published by Zhonghua Book Company in 1994
In my opinion, the traditional vertical version is It is the best of all Liu's poems ~ it was reprinted in 2002
Friends in Beijing who can buy it in general bookstores may wish to go to the third level to have a look
"Liu" "New Interpretation and Commentary of Yong's Ci" published by China Bookstore in 2005
The annotations are very comprehensive, and it is also very good to have detailed explanations and comments
"Selected Poems of Liu Yong" 2005 Published by Zhonghua Book Company
There are not many lyrics, only more than a hundred, but the annotations and explanations are very good, and the cover is very simple
Suitable for friends who generally love Song poetry
"Liu Yong" Zhao Changzheng, Wuzhou Communication Publishing House, October 2006
The decoration is gorgeous, with illustrations, very few words, about 20 poems
"Liu Yong" "Yongji" Sun Guanggui, annotated by Xu Jing, 2003 Yuelu Publishing House
The word selection is acceptable, the blue cover, but the annotations and explanations are average
Friends who study and like Liu Yong very much, It is recommended to buy "Collection of Movements and Notes", which has certain collection value
For friends who have a good impression of Liu Yong, I recommend "Selected Poems of Liu Yong", which is Liu Yong's representative work
Liu Yong Love: Xie Wenying and others
During Renzong's reign in the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a famous prostitute named Xie Yuying who was beautiful and talented and loved singing Liu Yong's lyrics the most. Liu Yongcai was arrogant and arrogant, which annoyed Renzong and could not be reused. He passed the imperial examination and was only appointed Yuhang County Prime Minister. Passing through Jiangzhou, I wandered into a prostitute's house as usual, and met Xie Yuying. I saw a volume of "Liu Qixin Ci" in his study, which she copied in small regular script. Therefore, I understand her heart as soon as I read it, and my talents and talents match her. When parting, Liu Yong wrote a new poem to show that he would never change his heart, while Xie Yuying vowed to treat Liu Lang behind closed doors from now on.
Liu Yong served in Yuhang for three years and met many famous prostitutes in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but he did not forget Xie Yuying. Ren Man returned to Beijing and met her in Jiangzhou. Unexpectedly, Yuying took on new customers and went to drink with them. Liu Yong was very melancholy and wrote a poem on the flower wall, describing the love scene three years ago and expressing his displeasure at breaking the promise today. Finally, he said: "I heard that Song Yu from Lantai was versatile and good at poetry. Let me ask you, Chaochaomumu, where is Xingyun going?" , feeling ashamed that he had not kept his former alliance, he sold his belongings and rushed to Tokyo to look for Liu Yong. After many twists and turns, Xie Yuying found Liu Yong at the home of Chen Shishi, a famous prostitute in Tokyo. After meeting again after a long absence, it is difficult to express all kinds of feelings, and the two of them want to make peace again. Xie Yuying lived in Chen Shishi's east courtyard and lived with Liu Yong as husband and wife.
Later, Liu Yong made rude remarks and offended the court officials. Renzong dismissed him as a field member and a foreign minister, and the Holy Edict said: "He will be appointed as a prime minister in white clothes, and he will write lyrics before the wind and the moon." From then on, he changed his name to Liu Sanbian, and he went out exclusively. The famous prostitutes in Hualou were provided with food and clothing by the famous prostitutes, and they all begged him to give him a word to increase their worth. He was also happy to roam the homes of famous prostitutes and write lyrics as a career, calling himself "Liu Sanbian who writes lyrics on orders".
Liu Yong indulged in his wild life for many years, suffered physical and mental injuries, and died at the home of the famous prostitute Zhao Xiangxiang. He had neither family nor property, and no one cared about him after his death. Xie Yuying, Chen Shishi and a group of famous prostitutes admired his talent and love, and pooled together a sum of money to bury him. Xie Yuying once planned to become husband and wife with him, and she paid great tribute to him, and all the prostitutes paid tribute to him. At the time of the funeral, prostitutes from all over Tokyo came, and half of the city was deserted and filled with mourning. This is the story of "a group of prostitutes buried Liu Qi together".
Xie Yuying missed Liu Lang deeply and was so sad that she died two months later. Master Chen and others missed her dearly and buried her next to Liu Yong's tomb
Rain Lin Ling
The cicadas were mournful. It was late at night in front of the pavilion and the shower had begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tents of the capital. In the place of nostalgia, the orchid boat destroys the hair. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go thousands of miles away, the sky is vast and the mist is heavy at dusk.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival. Where can I wake up from my drunkenness tonight? On the bank of willows, with the evening wind and the waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them.
Die Lian Hua
Standing in the dangerous building, the breeze is soft, looking at the extremely sad spring, and the sky is gloomy. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word as to who would lean on the fence.
I want to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
Looking at the sea tide
Looking to the southeast, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Smoked willow painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, there are hundreds of thousands of homes. Clouds and trees surround the dike and sand. Angry waves roll up frost and snow, and the sky is boundless. The city is lined with pearls, the households are full of luxury, and the luxury is high.
Double lakes overlap Qingjia. There are osmanthus seeds in three autumns and lotus flowers in ten miles. The Qiang pipe clears the sky, the watermelon song fills the night, and the old lotus babies play and fish. Thousands of horses and tall teeth. Get drunk and listen to the drums and chant the haze. There will be good times in the future, go back to Fengchi to boast.
Eight Sounds of Ganzhou
To the Xiaoxiao and dusk rain sprinkled on the river sky, to cleanse the autumn.
The wind is getting colder and frostier, the Guanhe River is deserted, and the remaining light shines on the building.
This is a place where the reds and greens are fading and the flowers are gone.
Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastwards silently.
I can’t bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the dimness of my hometown, and it’s hard to let go of my thoughts.
Sighing at the traces of the past years, what trouble is there left behind?
I want to see a beautiful woman makeup the building and look up, but I miss seeing the sky a few times and return to the boat.
Striving to know me, leaning against the lantern, I am feeling sad.
Determining the storm
Since spring comes, the green is sad and the red is sad, and the heart is matter-of-fact. On the bright sun, orioles wear willow belts and lie still under incense quilts. The warmth disappears, and the greasy clouds enjoy the meal. I'm tired of combing my clothes all day long. None! Once the hatred and ruthlessness are gone, there will be no message or letter. If I had known this, I would have regretted not locking the carved saddle. To the chicken window, only with the barbarian paper elephant in charge, restraint to teach chanting lessons. Stay with me, don't hide. I sit with Yi while sewing and threading. Come with me, so that your young years will not be wasted.
Crane soars into the sky
On the gold list, I occasionally miss the lead. How to pay tribute to the virtuous people temporarily left in the Ming Dynasty? If the attempt fails, the situation will be easy, and the struggle will not be wild. Why should we discuss gains and losses? A talented poet is naturally a prime minister in white clothes. Fireworks in the alleys, picturesque barriers according to the agreement. Fortunately, I find the right person to look for. And nestle in the red green, romantic affairs, life will be smooth. Youth is the same. Forbearance for the false reputation, instead of singing in a low voice!
Huang Ying'er
Who owns the garden on a sunny day and in spring? The warm rhythm is latent, the valley is harmonious, the orioles are flying, and the fragrant trees are suddenly moving. Watching the dew wet golden clothes, the leaves reflect like whispers. The branches on the branches at dawn seem to be whispering their hearts and deep meanings.
No evidence. As soon as the warm smoke comes out, the bees disappear again. Wild traces, two by two calling each other, finally singing in the wind and dancing in the fog. When I was a willow farmer in Shangyuan, I was deep in the flowers in the villa. At this time, Haiyan was partial to Rao, and I gave up my time.
The fragrance of snow and plum blossoms
The scenery is desolate, and the dangerous building stands alone in the clear sky. Song Yu responded to the sad autumn mood at that time. The lonely smoke in the fishing market is cold and green, and the remaining leaves in the water village are dancing in sad red. The Chu sky is vast, the waves are soaked in the setting sun, and thousands of miles are melting.
I miss the beauty when facing the wind. After farewell, my face is sad and my eyebrows are calmed down. It's a pity that the rain and clouds were all over the place that year. The elegant and graceful posture is harmonious, the falling flowers and flowing water suddenly appear from the west to the east. There is no hatred and hatred, but love and affection, and I will give my all to Zhenghong.
The colorful clouds return
Heng Gao sails toward the evening boat. Qie Yunfan, Shuiyi Fish Village. At dusk, the sky is as clear as a clear painting, the river is quiet, and the bright moon is shining brightly. That Kan Ting, Qiang Guan from a distant village, leads away people to break their hearts. At this time, the waves are flowing and the wind is flowing, and the years are endless.
It’s so sad. The morning and evening feasts are sentimental and endowed with desolation. It's the most bitter thing to say goodbye, but as promised, there is still fragrance left in the sleeves. If you think about it, you will have a mandarin duck quilt and a phoenix pillow, and you will never think about it at night. In the place of love, only when there is a difference, a sentence will be unforgettable.
/f?kz=4883495 Here is Liu Yong’s collection of words. If you are interested, you can check it out