There are pieces of bamboo leaves scattered on the green slate of the bamboo forest, which are deep and deserted. The air is very fresh, as fresh as a curved stream and a bowl of wine. So, I recognized him at a glance. At that time, I was holding a bamboo flute and walking aimlessly in the bamboo forest, as if to play a green song.
a cool wind blows, and the slender bamboo leaves are staggered and loud. After that, I heard voices in the distance, vaguely accompanied by a faint ink fragrance. I can't help but follow this Dimfragrance and walk step by step. The bamboo leaves receded to the left and right, and a small pavilion appeared in front of me. I don't know why, but I know it's Lanting. Around Lanting, it is surrounded by clear rapids, and all kinds of flowers and plants are clustered on both sides of the rapids. At this moment, I met Wang Xizhi who was alone in Lanting.
There is a guyan on the stone table in the pavilion, which exudes a faint fragrance. There is also a pot of wine and some wine glasses on the table. He stopped his brush and put it on the inkstone, then looked at me quietly. I looked at him quietly, too. We seemed to have known each other for a long time, so we looked after each other silently. He is dressed in cloth, and his brow reveals an air of elegance and freedom, which is amazing. "What a surprise to meet you here," said Wang Xizhi. I smiled indifferently and said, "Life is somewhere tomorrow."
he invited me to sit down and poured me a glass of wine. I also don't refuse, drink it off, and the wine is sweet and cool. He picked up the pen again, dabbed with ink, and continued to write on the white rice paper. When I got up and saw his words, I naturally thought of the sentence in Cao Zhi's "Ode to Luo Shen", "If you are amazed, if you are graceful, Youlong, Rongyao Qiuju, Hua Mao Chunsong. It seems that if the moon is covered by light clouds, it will float like the wind flowing back to snow. "
I said, "Your handwriting is the best only then." He laughed and looked up and asked me, "Why do you say that? Don't you like my calligraphy?" I said no.
he laughed again. I explained: "For example, I only love the bamboo in Kuaiji Mountain, because it is the real bamboo here. Although there are bamboos in other places, such as the backyard of the rich family or the garden of the official residence, it is by no means the real bamboo." There is a hint of excitement in my tone.
"Don't you want me to be an official?" Wang Xizhi said.
"Wang Xizhi doesn't belong there." I said, "He only belongs to Lanting in the mountains of Huiji."
in a short time, he has changed a piece of paper, writing one by one. A word "bamboo" looms before my eyes. Floating like a cloud, agile like a dragon.
He put down his pen again, as if to ask me, and as if to himself, "Isn't it sad that everything falls into the past between pitching?" I pointed to the rapids near the pavilion and said, "For example, this stream is crystal clear, so you and I will be self-sufficient quickly, even if things change, the world will be different!"
we are facing each other and don't talk anymore. Wang Xizhi slowly filled himself with a cup and gulped it down. Gradually, the smile returned to his face, and the ink fragrance from the inkstone changed from light to thick, and his words became more and more elegant, like clouds and running water.
I picked up the bamboo flute and played involuntarily. Seven bamboo flute holes played a green song. There are Kuaiji Mountain, Lanting, Bamboo Forest, Rapids and Wang Xizhi and me in the song. Song, I said, I should go back. Wang Xizhi stood up, looked at me and poured wine to see me off.
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another breeze is blowing, and the slender bamboo leaves are staggered and loud. I didn't look back, but I felt the sound of water, ink and sake behind me. In this way, I bid farewell to Wang Xizhi, the "book saint".