"Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai·The Mighty and Sorrowful Sunset" is the fifth poem in the series of poems "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai" written by Qing Dynasty poet Gong Zizhen in 1893 (Jihai in the lunar calendar). The original text is as follows:
Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai
The sun is setting in the day when I am about to leave, and I chant my whip to the east and point to the end of the world.
The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
This poem vividly expresses the poet's complex emotions. Below are 5 essays on Jihai’s miscellaneous poems for your reference:
Jihai’s Miscellaneous Poems and Compositions 1
I waved my riding whip lightly and pushed hard with my feet, and the horse underneath me He sighed softly and walked forward. I turned back and took a deep look at this city. It has witnessed my growth and I have also witnessed its rise and fall. I think I will never forget this city, but after staying here for a long time, my heart becomes cold. I waved the riding whip lightly in my hand, and the horse moved forward. I moved forward, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected my sorrow of separation. I have left the government and I am at the end of the world.
I returned to my hometown, and countless people and mouths were criticizing me. People said that I was stupid and had improper official duties, so I wanted to return home. I paid no attention to it. I knew that I was like the dead leaves falling from the branches. The flowers bloomed and fell, the green leaves withered. I had completed my mission. Falling into the soil and sleeping, here I will nourish future generations without any reservation and wait for the day when the court becomes stable.
It’s just that I don’t know when the corrupt court will settle down.
Jihai’s Miscellaneous Poems and Compositions Part 2
I live in the frontier fortress. There are strange scenery, sincere friends, and the roaring earth. The wind and snow were fierce, and the north wind was blowing hard, blowing on the face like a knife. The sweeping north wind mercilessly attacked the unique and very flexible white grass in the north, but the white grass finally failed to hold on and fell to the roaring ground. The wind and snow are very strange. In the eighth month of the lunar calendar, the sweet-scented osmanthus is still fragrant in the south, but here it is already snowing and blowing. The wind and snow were fast and heavy. One night, the wind and snow swept across, as if the trees were covered with white pear blossoms.
The sky is dazzlingly white, and big snowflakes are falling from the sky, like naughty children chasing each other. After playing enough, the snowflakes fall to the ground; more like girls spinning and bullying in the air, they float up. The hem of the skirt is a beating note, dancing out the melody from the soul in winter. It was extremely humid outside, and it was also humid inside the house, soaking the curtains. The fox fur coat and brocade quilt also seemed very thin, and the cold still hit us. Outdoors, the general's horned bow was frozen and could not be pulled open, and the armor of the commander of the Protectorate, an important border town, was also too frozen to put on.
The vast desert stretching thousands of miles across is covered with snow and thick ice. The clouds were dark and dull, losing their former whiteness and floating in the sky, looking very sad. The commander's camp is very lively and there is a sumptuous banquet. From the general to the small soldiers, everyone comes to see you off. Huqin, pipa and qiangdi played beautiful northwest-style tunes, adding to the farewell atmosphere. Everyone clinked glasses and drank, also expressing their nostalgia for you. Be careful on the road! I need to keep in touch when I arrive in Beijing! Simple words express our feelings for you.
It is snowing heavily outside and very cold, but it is warm and cozy inside. The cold wind violently pulled the red flag, but the ice and snow had frozen the red flag, and it could not be blown over no matter how hard it was blown. I'll see you off to Beijing at the east gate of Luntai. When you leave, the Tianshan Mountains are covered with snow. We all walk very slowly, so as to stay with each other for a while longer.
On the way, we all looked a little sad, without the joy of banquets and jokes. You hold the horse and talk about the past, with endless aftertaste. No matter how high the Tianshan Mountains are or how thick the snow is, nothing can compare to the sincere friendship between you and me. Take care! I send you my best wishes. You mounted your horse and walked away from me, but you didn't fly away. Instead, you turned back and waved to me from time to time. The mountain road twists and turns, and your figure disappears and appears. Gradually, you can't see clearly, leaving only the clear footprints of the horse. Seeing you off thousands of miles away, there will be a farewell in the end.
After I returned to the camp, my sincere feelings for you and the melancholy of parting have been lingering in my heart, getting stronger and stronger, and lingering. Looking at the snowflakes outside the window, I think of the scene when I parted from you, and the feeling of reluctance comes to my heart. I feel that snow is desolate and sad.
Jihai Miscellaneous Poetry and Composition Part 3
As the sun set in the west, I drove a carriage and left Kyoto. Thinking back to the scene just now, the regretful eyes, doubtful eyes, surprised eyes, and hateful eyes of others... But none of these can shake me. I have decided to leave this secular and filthy place. I thought that as long as I became an official, I could protect the country and the people, but the reality of the depravity really made me intolerable. With a slight wave of the riding crop, the mighty sorrow of separation also set with the sun. I don’t know how long I walked, but I felt as if I was at the end of the world. I resigned from the official position and returned to my hometown. Some people said that I was stupid and had to go back to my hometown to suffer hardships because of my unqualified position. But I just smiled and said that I was just a flower withering from the branches. It has nothing to do with other flowers. In fact, I burrowed into the soil and waited until spring came to cultivate the next generation. I decided to teach in an academy and educate my students to be patriotic and love the people. I would not tell them that patriotism means being an official, nor would I tell them that loyalty means obeying the monarch. I will use my petals and stamens to nourish and nourish these buds.
Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems and Compositions Chapter 4
In the third year of the emperor's 20th year, he established schools in Zhaozhou and counties. But if you obey orders at all times, there will be wisdom and foolishness. There are those who are worried and worried, but only follow the will of virtue; there are fake officials who are borrowing from teachers and only have documents. Or several cities in a row, chanting the sound of strings. Advocating but not harmonious is not enough to teach nuns.
In the second year of the thirtieth year, Fan Yangzujun Wuze learned about Yuanzhou. From the beginning, he entered all the students and knew the status of the palace. There is a great fear that talents will be lost, and the effectiveness of Confucianism will be sparse, and death will be called the superior intention. The general judge of Yingchuan, Chen Junqian, heard about it and decided to overcome it. The old Confucius Temple was too narrow to be changed to the northeast corner of Yingzhi. The earth is dry and hard, the plane is yang, and the material is good. The door verandah with tile walls is covered with dark chalk paint, and the Dharma is lifted up. Therefore, there is a home for students and teachers, and there is a place for cooking and cooking. Bai'er is equipped with equipment and works together. If the workers are good and the officials are diligent, if they exert their strength morning and night, they will become more successful every year.
After leaving the dishes, one day, Li from Chaojiang looked at the crowd and said: "The learning of the Four Dynasties can be seen through examination of the classics." The Qin Dynasty used Shanxi to conquer the six kingdoms, and wanted to be emperor for eternity. The Liu family shouted and closed the door. What's wrong with a strong warrior who wants to surrender to fear his queen? The principles of "Poems" and "Books" are useless, and people only see benefits but do not hear righteousness. Xiaowuyuan was rich, and the ancestors went out to the army, and they all cultivated academics. The thickness of secularization extends to spirituality and devotion. Those who threaten others will bow their heads without regret. Those whose meritorious deeds shake the master will release their troops upon hearing orders. The heroes looked at each other and did not dare to leave the throne for several decades. This is how the teachings end up affecting people's hearts. In this generation, when we meet a sage king, you will get a wise official, and you will follow the example of the ancients. When the world is governed, we should use birthday rituals and music to cultivate our people; if there is misfortune, we should especially rely on important festivals and be loyal to our ministers and filial to our children. Give people something to rely on and something to do. It means only teaching at home. If he writes and writes just to achieve success, he will not only be ashamed of his two or three sons, but also a worry for the country.
Jihai Miscellaneous Poems and Composition Chapter 5
The setting sun at the end of autumn reflects on this wasteland, showing a yellowed memory. The grass reminds me of the scene of spring and summer, lush and green. Everyone sighed, there was only one flower, the only color, blooming in this wasteland, which seemed particularly abrupt.
The setting sun, wasteland, grass, and wild flowers.
In the direction of the setting sun, two fast horses galloped towards the distance, following the light, towards a distant place. The traveler on the horse was none other than Dayuan, who had resigned and left. With a sad look on his face, he turned his back to the capital and flew towards the end of the light without even looking back. In the past, the wild flowers no longer stood out and became a piece of grass in the wind, but the petals were like butterflies, falling lightly to the ground, guarding the next flower season. And Dayuan is also guarding Huaji.
The setting sun, horseshoes, grass, and falling red.