There are many white clouds on the ridge.
Only self-satisfaction,
I can't bear to give it to you.
This poem was written by Tao Hongjing, a hermit in the Southern Dynasties. How about Tao Hongjing? He is an important figure in Taoism, and his thoughts are based on Laozi and Zhuangzi. He accepted the influence of immortal Taoism and absorbed Buddhist thought. He became an alchemist, left a lot of chemical records, collected herbs and became a pharmacologist, handed down various medical books, dabbled in many aspects of astronomy and geography, and was good at calligraphy and poetry. According to Nan Shi, although Tao Hongjing was not an official, Liang Wudi often asked him about state affairs, and he was called "Prime Minister in the Mountain" at that time. Zhao Wen All in the Mountains is a poem written by Tao Hongjing in response to a letter from Xiao Daocheng, Emperor of Gao Qi, after he lived in seclusion in Maoshan, Jurong, the eastern suburb of Nanjing. Some imperial edicts were also written by Xiao Ze, Emperor of Qi or Xiao Yan, Liang Wudi or Xiao Luan. Here, according to Taiping Guangji, it is called Xiao Daocheng, King of Qi.
Qi Gaodi's question was intended to persuade him to go out of the mountain. Tao Hongjing replied indifferently: You ask me what is in the mountain, and what can be in the mountain? There is no Huaxuan tall horse, no wind chimes, no splendor, only faint, ethereal white clouds above the mountains. My interest lies in white clouds, green hills and high forests. It's a pity that I can't make you understand the benefits, just like the white clouds in the mountains, which are difficult to give.
Tao Hongjing is really an interesting person, expressing his refusal to be an official in such a euphemistic way. He refused politely and arrogantly (feeling sorry for Emperor Gaudi of Qi). You know, this is a real answer to the imperial edict! Five words and four sentences, just twenty crosses, are extremely elegant, and from poetry to poetry, they are also very individual and neither supercilious nor supercilious. The original meaning of cloud is the breath of mountains and rivers, which is on an equal footing with natural images such as wind, snow, rain and dew, and is gradually personified and symbolized in cultural traditions. White clouds, which are rootless and unintentional, come and go freely and travel without obstacles, become a fairy tale image that can be found in seclusion in the mountains and forests. Baiyun is therefore associated with Taoism. In the world, the Taoist priests who travel around are called Yunshuidao people, and the Taoist priests who live in Fang Yun are called Yun Qi. "There are many white clouds on the mountain" actually implies the cultivation of monasticism in the mountain, because the white clouds are attached with the color of immortal Taoism.
If a person leaves these four poems all his life, he can be immortal. It is said that Wang Zengqi likes this poem very much. He often writes in his works that "there are many white clouds on the ridge". He said, "My painting is just a white cloud." Some poems, which ordinary people can't understand, mainly refer to the unique spiritual and emotional quality and realm revealed between the lines, as well as the high language generalization ability, which ordinary hands can't write at all. Wang Zengqi's singing of Tao Hongjing's heartfelt words separated by thousands of years should come from the extraordinary quality and realm of "there are many white clouds on the mountain" and his language ability to highly summarize the characteristics of things. My painting is just a white cloud. Wang Zengqi thinks that his artistic realm of calligraphy and painting is similar to that of Tao Hongjing: the heart follows the birds, which means that the mountains are long, the white clouds are free to roll, the flowers are self-opening and self-collecting, and everything is free. They all spend their lives looking for their own ends of the earth, eager to jump out of the dust and keep company with white clouds, free and easy, extraordinary. They all love all the unspeakable, transcendental, mysterious, eternal and infinite beauty in nature. They want to live a limited life in the infinity of nature, send affection between mountains and rivers, swim on the edge of flying clouds in the sky, be poetic residents between heaven and earth, and get long-term spiritual stay and eternal liberation.
The highest state of China's art seems to be in the air forever, like clouds gathering, floating like flying catkins, flowing with the water like falling flowers, with no definite future or trace. All material nostalgia, rational stickiness and emotional anger are "alive", and people will lose their freedom in "living". If you don't live, you won't persist, like a cloud in the sky. Man's life is accidental, and man is a fragile and short-lived existence. China's artistic philosophy has put forward a magical formula of "transcendence" on how to pursue the inevitable meaning in the accidental mileage and the eternal value in the fragile short time. You can't stretch in reality, but you can surpass it in experience. In the experience, you can eliminate the division between the finite and the infinite, and overcome the separation between the present and the eternal.
I suddenly remembered the experience of climbing mountains with my father when I was a child. Deep mountains and dense forests, tree-lined mountain roads on both sides are covered with thick pine needles. In the afternoon, the sun emits a pungent smell of turpentine, and birds occasionally make clear calls like shadows. I don't know how long it took, but my father stopped, handed me the kettle and told me to wait in the same place. He climbed high along the inaccessible bush, deftly pushed open the broken, messy and drooping branches, cleared the dense weeds and opened up a rugged path. Finally, a few hours later, we came to the top of the mountain. The southern sky against the pine forest is as blue as a cloth shirt dyed with indigo. White clouds like cotton peaches float quietly in the air. Sitting in the shade of the top of the mountain, the sun shines on the eyelids from the gap of pine needles, and the golden light flashes. In the lush mountains, I can only hear pine trees undulating in the strong wind, like the tide coming and going. The wind is strong at the top of the mountain, and the exceptionally blue sky spreads among the mountains. White clouds are blooming, gathering and scattering, scattering and scattering. At that moment, time and heaven and earth seemed to have no beginning, no end, no end, but it was extraordinarily silent.
"What's in the mountains? There are many white clouds on the ridge. " Everyone has a white cloud on the ridge in his heart. It is hidden in a corner of our hearts and easily buried by the chaotic dust of the world; Only when you get rid of all complicated ideas will it emerge from the clear sky and float out of the window of your heart like running water. At that time, you have gone beyond the fetters of various desires and moved towards a free mind. Even walking in the bustling streets, vilen is empty, tolerant and quiet. Yes, it is a long white cloud. White without variegated colors is the noblest, because it also symbolizes the richest colors.
There is a white cloud on the hillside in the distance.
There is a stream flowing deep in the white clouds.
There is a goldfish living in the stream.
Goldfish swim around every day.
-"Goldfish and Wooden Fish"