At the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, a young genius named Janice appeared. At the age of 21, he won the top prize in the exam and later became the left prime minister. Because of his different political views from Jia Sidao, who was in a high position in the dynasty at that time, he was demoted many times and finally died in Guangdong.
At the age of 53, Janice was exiled from Hangchow to Fujian. He passed by Nanchang, Jiangxi Province, visited the Wang Teng Pavilion, and filled in a book "Wang Teng Pavilion in Zhang Yu", which is a masterpiece:
The west wind in Wan Li blew me to Wang Tengting. Just out of the threshold, Yun Qi and Chu made it. Where to collect sails and sawdust, sometimes wild birds land on the beach. Close to the curtain hook, the evening rain covered the air, and today is still yesterday.
Autumn is getting tighter and tighter, which aggravates the rope. The sky is far away, and the injury floats. Sigh for ten years, Hume Momo. Many people are getting old in the years, but Gan Kun is worried. At dusk, the soul of Fujian disappears and the corner of the city head disappears.
The second half of this poem is lyrical. Writing about scenery contains the interest of boarding. Seeing Wang Bo 700 miles in the dark night to catch up with the story of the grand event shows that he also wants to borrow a little fairy spirit from his literary predecessors. Sure enough, I climbed the stairs and opened my eyes. I saw the Yun Qi in the mountains, the waves on the water, the sails coming and going, and the golden gulls and egrets rising and falling. The scene is very spectacular. The poet saw dusk from noon until the rain covered the curtains at dusk and suddenly recovered. Isn't this what Wang Bo looked like?
But then the poet returned to the tragic real life from the aesthetic fantasy: the bleak autumn wind added deep sadness to the frustrated people, and the empty world appeared because of the withered vegetation, which deepened the wandering pain of the official career. The grievances that officialdom has suffered for decades come to mind and linger. The scenery of the number one middle school student has just passed. I didn't expect it to be so difficult to enter the officialdom. I accidentally fell into the trap of my political enemies and even worried about my life, as if walking a tightrope at high altitude at any time, which was very scary. In a blink of an eye, the young man became an old man, and his heart was full of troubles. Although there are many people, there is no place to talk. Although the world is big, there is no place to put it. At dusk, the sad bugle of Chengtou floats with the cold autumn wind, as if taking people to the endless abyss. ...
Many people climb to the top of the mountain and open their minds, and their usual pains and troubles will disappear, and even they will have some philosophical insights. It's much easier to consciously put down or abandon something. However, in this poem, Janice boarded Wang Tengting, but his interest and mood were from high to low, from easy to heavy, from good to bad. Instead of temporary relief, it deepened the pain. There always seems to be an exception.
Teng's fame is condensed by literary miracles.
It was originally built in the early Tang Dynasty, and its original intention was only to satisfy its owner Li Yuanying, who had a place to sing, dance and entertain. Li Yuanying is the 22nd and youngest son of Li Yuan, the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty. In 639 AD, he was made King Teng by his younger brother Li Shimin. In 653 AD, his nephew Gaozong appointed him governor of Hongzhou. Hongzhou, now Nanchang, was remote and wild at that time, and it was a place where officials were exiled. Li Yuanying's arrival did not change his bad habit of indulging in womanizing, singing and dancing. He built such a pavilion just for the fun of getting together to sing and dance. The locals call this building the Wang Teng Pavilion with the title of Li Yuanying. At that time, apart from the aristocratic lineage, Wang Teng Pavilion was nothing special compared with other pavilions.
More than 20 years later, Wang Teng Li Yuanying was repeatedly demoted. A man named Yan came to Hongzhou to renovate the dilapidated pavilion and planned to invite local celebrities to board the pavilion on the Double Ninth Festival. Duke Yan has secretly arranged for his son-in-law to write a story with his heart, and when he thinks of it, he will throw it out, like an impromptu title.
At that time, Wang Bo was a famous young talent and had entered the official career. Just because he wrote an article satirizing the prince's cockfighting habit, he angered Emperor Gaozong and almost lost his head. Fortunately, a talented etiquette forgave him and saved his life. Wang Bo's father was also implicated and exiled to a remote place. On this day, Wang Bo went to the south from Shaanxi to visit his father. He went upstream along the Yangtze River by boat, and the weather was bad halfway. He landed in a place called Madang Mountain to avoid the wind and waves. There is a Madang Temple on the shore. Wang Bo got off the boat and went to Madang Temple to enjoy the scenery. He saw an old man sitting under the tree with a silver beard and a fairy-like appearance. Before Wang Bo came forward to say hello, the old man had already said, "Is this Wang Bo?" Without waiting for an answer, the old man said to himself, "Tomorrow is the ninth day, and there are celebrity activities in Tengwang Pavilion in Hongdu. Go to the meeting and leave an article that will be passed down through the ages. "
Wang Bo smiled and replied, "Thank you for your concern. It's just that this place is six or seven hundred miles from Hongdu, and there is a storm. How can we get there overnight? "
The old man said unhurriedly, "You just get on the boat and sail, and I'll help you sail light. Tomorrow morning, you will catch up. "
Wang Bo asked the boatman to sail with a grain of salt, but the old man who wanted to politely decline was gone. I only heard from the air that "I am a horse for a small god, don't doubt it." At this time, the river was calm, and a colorful auspicious cloud protected the boat. Wang Bo only felt that the mountains and rivers on both sides of the strait quickly separated and left like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, the ship was far away from the foot of Madang Mountain.
On the morning of September 9th, Wang Bo sat at the banquet of the prince. This is an unprecedented event, and the hall is crowded with local governors, famous Confucianism and social dignitaries in Jiangyou. See Qi Huangong all smiles, to explain the theme of the meeting, look serious. In fact, under the pretence, he invited famous scholars to write notes for the newly renovated Wang Teng Pavilion, and said that his poems would be engraved on stones and handed down to future generations. In fact, everyone with a discerning eye can see that this is just a futile concession. Wu is a son-in-law. He writes articles for a long time just to be famous. Therefore, all the gentlemen present here are willing to welcome, claiming that they dare not make a fool of themselves. When it was Wang Boshi's turn, Wang Bo readily accepted the pen and paper, and did not refuse, which caused a lot of surprise. He thought that the young man was impolite and didn't know much about the world. Gong Yan was furious, left her seat, changed her clothes and told him to wait for his reply. I saw Wang Bo, carefree and calm. After a full meal, he spread out the paper and wrote without adding anything. The first sentence in the left and right newspapers is "Nanchang is an old county, and Hongdu is a new house." Gong Yan said it was a cliche. The left and right sides also reported that "the stars are divided and the land is connected with Lu Heng". Gong Yan said that this is just the story of the ancients. It is about to quote "Sunset and Lonely Qi Fei, Autumn waters and sky are one color". Gong Yan was pleasantly surprised, and she was so angry that she shouted that it was a genius's pen, and only extraordinary people could do it. At this time, it is already a surprise. Wang Bo wrote a preface of 7 17 for the Wang Teng Pavilion in one breath, without changing a word. It is said that Wu, the son-in-law, has an amazing memory, although he has no strange and beautiful writing style. As soon as Wang Bo's preface came out, he won the lottery, which aroused the good things that were coming to him. So he was unwilling, out of thin air, saying that it was just borrowed from the ancients. I can recite this article after reading it for hours. So I recited the preface in public, word for word. This change shocked everyone, who was ashamed of their common sense. Just when I didn't know what to do, I asked Wu unhurriedly: This sequence has existed since ancient times, and has it ever been accompanied by poetry? Wu fake guilty, where I thought there was such a question. I feel that the preface is lyrical, with a beginning and an end, and a turning point in the middle. The layout of the whole essay has been done skillfully and completely, without adding a word. Where is the room for another poem? So I said, no. Wang Bo confidently looked at the stupefied crowd around him, began to write again, and continued to write eight seven-character poems:
Wang Teng Linjiang Zhu and Ming Luan went dancing.
The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.
The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years.
Where is the emperor in the pavilion today? The Yangtze River flows freely outside the sill.
As soon as this poem came out, Wu's lies were broken, and thunderous cheers broke out in the hall. Gong Yan's prejudice has long since vanished. He was deeply impressed by Wang Bo's The Wizards, and thought that the preface had been spent, so it was difficult to add color. He resented his son-in-law's lack of talent and unreasonable behavior. I didn't expect Wang Bo to be so clever. Such an opening poem is originally a spent force, which will only add fuel to the fire, but he has done such a icing on the cake that a spent force can actually penetrate seven layers of armor, which makes people admire.
Wang Tengting has a pavilion because of his good travel and is famous all over the world because of Wang Boxu's preface. Over the past 1300 years, I don't know how many tourists have been attracted and how many literati have been dumped. Stories can be made up with people, and castles can be rebuilt over and over again in different places. However, it is a miracle that the Preface to Wang Teng-ting has become a masterpiece in the literary sea of past dynasties after thousands of years.
After Wang Bo, there were famous ancient writers in the Tang Dynasty, such as the poems of Wang Tengting, Bai Juyi and Du Mu newly built by Han Yu. In the Song Dynasty, there were poems by Wang Anshi, Zhu Xi and Zhu Xi. Wen Zhiming, a great writer in the Ming Dynasty, wrote Preface to the Banquet Wang Tengge. There are even more national treasures, such as Zhao Boju's Wang Tengting Ji, Su Dongpo's short book Wang Tengting Preface and his poems, Tang Bohu's lonely picture of sunset in Ming Dynasty, and Dong Qichang's Preface to Emperor Kangxi's Wang Tengting in Ming Dynasty. Wait a minute. These extremely precious poems, paintings and calligraphy works, like countless gems of different sizes and colors, are embedded in Wang Tengting, making this ancient pavilion, which has been rebuilt 28 times in the Millennium, more and more brilliant and charming.
One of the giant diamonds must be close to the camera to enjoy it. This is a poem by Xin Qiji, a great poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. He chanted Ge:
Zhu visited the city, reminiscing about the traces of the old days and feeling nostalgic. Draw a bead curtain on the same day, not a morning rain. But the legacy, Xishan Nanpu. Tianyu's eyebrows are new green and his shadow is long. There is hatred in the air, so why not! Wang Lang praised the best writing style. So far, the sunset is lonely, and we are striving for a good sentence. How many degrees have things changed? Dreams dance with pearls and songs. Rely on migration and stay on the railing. The eyes are flat, the waves are black, the river wind is fast, and the summer heat is clear in an instant. Anyone who drinks has a poet.
Xin Qiji lived in Jiangxi twice, and when he wrote this word, he came to Jiangxi for the second time, and served as the magistrate and minister of Longxing (now Nanchang) in Jiangxi. When he was young, he led a 10,000-person uprising army from the occupied Shandong to the Southern Song Dynasty. At that time, he placed absolute trust in the imperial court and wanted to rectify Gankun and recover the Central Plains. But year after year, the rebels he brought were disintegrated to the people. His revenge on the emperor was not adopted, and his official position was demoted again and again, getting farther and farther, getting smaller and smaller, and even being idle for several years. This poem is an impromptu work by Xin Qiji while drinking with some friends in Grain Rain during the festival.
The first part of the word is about what you saw when you climbed the stairs, which caused nostalgia; The preface that directly praises Wang Bo in the next film is an introduction in the text, which has been passed down from generation to generation. However, Wang Bo himself is a talented person and has a long life. Xin Qiji contacted his bumpy career experience again, and how similar it was before and after, so he lamented that "hate is not hateful, but why not." This is not only a hymn of praise, but also a sad song, and its sadness was finally dispelled by a river wind. This is a picture of people climbing stairs in ancient and modern times.