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When I was a child, I passed by the shops in my hometown and saw the northern zaju Four Sounds Apes, which is quite different from the legends created by literati in recent years. Signed "Tianchisheng", I suspect it is the work of people in the Yuan Dynasty. Later, when I went to Vietnam, I saw "Tian Shuiyue" on the leaflet, and the brushwork was strong and powerful.
A sense of injustice trapped in the chest is revealed in calligraphy and painting, as if it were visible. I was surprised, but I don't know who Tian Shuiyue is.
One night, I was sitting upstairs in Xiujia's house, browsing through the books on the shelf at random, and got a new collection of poems. The paper is rough, the binding is sloppy, the quality of brush ink is poor, and the handwriting is blurred. Read a book closer to the lamp, and after reading a few songs, you can't help but be surprised. I quickly called Shi Geng and asked him, "Who wrote Bian Que?" Is it the present or the ancients? Shi Geng said, "This is a book written by my fellow countryman Mr. Xu Tianchi. Mr. Wei, with a long word, was born in Jiajingzhi and died only five or six years ago. Now he has a scroll and a title on his forehead. "I just realized that it was Wen Chang who was suspected before and after. In addition, when the field of poetry is barren and polluted, getting such a rare treasure is like waking up in a nightmare. We both jumped up, and in the shadow of the lamp, we read, screamed, screamed, read, and the sleeping servants were startled. From now on, I will either tell others or write a letter, and everyone will be marked as Mr. Wen Chang. Anyone who comes to see me will take out a long poem and read it to him. At that time, a famous figure in the literary world gradually knew his desire and worshipped him.
Wen Chang, a scholar in Yin Shan, failed the list many times. The personality is straightforward and unrestrained. Governor Hu Zongxian knew his talent and hired him as a screen guest. Wen Chang and Hu Zongxian agreed: "If I want to be a guest, I will go in and out freely according to the etiquette of receiving guests, without setting a time." Hu Zongxian promised him everything. Then, Wen Chang, dressed in plaid and wearing a black turban, sat down and talked about world affairs like no one's watching. Hu Zongxian was very happy. At that time, Hu Zongxian was commanding several soldiers. The soldiers were afraid that he would even kneel down and talk, crawling on the ground like a snake, and did not dare to look up; As a subordinate scholar, Wen Chang is proud of him, doing whatever he wants, talking and laughing at will, and fearless. Like a white deer being caught, Hu Zongxian asked Wen Changdai to make a congratulatory table. Emperor Sejong was very happy to see the chapter on the table. So Hu Zongxian paid more attention to him, and let him do all the notes and official documents.
Wen Chang spoke highly of his talents and strategies, and liked to come up with ingenious plans. Most of the situations and strategies of marching and fighting can get the gist. All Hu Zongxian's plans to lure and surrender bandits such as Wang Zhi and Xu Hai were carefully discussed and put into practice. Wen Chang used to drink in a restaurant, and several soldiers also drank downstairs. After drinking, they refused to pay. Wen Chang secretly wrote a short message to Hu Zongxian, and Hu Zongxian immediately ordered the sergeant to be tied into the yamen, all beheaded, and the whole army trembled. There was a monk who lived a bad life by money. Xu Wei mentioned it occasionally when he was drinking. Then Hu Zongxian killed him with something else. Similarly, Wen Chang is trusted by Hu Zongxian.
Because Hu Zongxian loved Wen Chang's talent, he lamented that he failed in the exam repeatedly, and it coincided with the provincial examination. Any examiner privately entrusts him to say, "Xu Zi is a first-rate talent. If he is in your room, I hope not to miss it. " The examiner promised to do as he said. There was a magistrate who came a little late for other things and didn't visit Hu Zongxian until the exam. Hu Zongxian occasionally forgot to entrust him, and the test paper was just handed out in his room, so he didn't make it.
Because he failed in the exam, he was ignored by the examiner, so he began to drink heavily and traveled to Qi, Shandong, Yan, Zhao and other places, and traveled all over the northern desert. What he saw was mountains galloping across the sky, roaring sea water, yellow sand covering the sky, unpredictable clouds, sharp whistling wind, fallen trees on his back, deep and quiet valleys, bustling cities, all kinds of people, fish and birds, and all amazing shapes, all of which were shown in his poems. There is an indelible spirit in his chest, and there is also the grief and indignation of the protagonist who has lost his way and no place to live, which makes his poems as angry as laughing, as if the water flowed through the canyon and made a loud noise, as if the seeds germinated silently, as if the widow cried and wailed at night, as if the wanderer had left his hometown on a cold night. When he indulges his mind, it is like a flat field, looking thousands of miles away; Occasionally deep and steep, like ghosts in autumn graves, whispering. Wen Chang's vision is extremely high, and he thinks that all the literati in the past dynasties are incompetent, and he is unique in the poetry circle at that time. At that time, the so-called high officials and dignitaries, poets, scribes and civil servants all denounced him loudly, regarded him as a handmaiden and were ashamed to make friends with them, so his reputation did not spread abroad. Pathetic!
One day, drinking at the county magistrate's house, the county magistrate pointed to a small matter at the banquet and begged him to make a poem. He secretly asked the little servant to make the paper more than ten feet long and wanted to hit him. With a pen in his hand, Wen Chang wrote a poem on the spot and filled it with paper. The artistic conception and verve are rich and elegant, and the event is vividly expressed, and all the people present are greatly amazed.
Wen Chang likes calligraphy, and his brushwork is unrestrained. Just like his poems, desolate festivals reveal an elegant and charming gesture. My handwriting is not good. Nonsense. I think the handwriting of dragon is really better than that of Wang Yayi and Wen. Speaking of the charm of words, rather than the brushwork, Mr. Wang is indeed an accomplished person who is not constrained by the eight laws, and is a strange man who has sprung up suddenly in calligraphy. Sometimes when I have nothing to do, I paint flowers, bamboo and stones, which are lofty, elegant and full of interest. ?
He was later arrested and sentenced to death on suspicion of killing his second wife. Zhang Yanghe tried his best to mediate and rescue before being released. After he got out of prison, he was as stubborn as ever. In his later years, his indignation was deeper and his madness was more severe. He refused to accept visits from people of fame and status. Local officials came to ask him to write, but they didn't receive a word. Often take money to the hotel and invite people with low status to drink together. Sometimes I cut my head with an axe, so that my face is covered with blood and my skull is broken. When I rub it with my hand, it makes a noise. Sometimes the kidney capsule is broken with a pestle; Sometimes I prick my ears with a sharp awl. The awl goes down more than an inch, but I'm not dead.
Shi Geng said: Wen Chang's poems in his later years are even more bizarre, and there are no hidden engravings and collections at home. All I saw was the Xu Wenchang Collection and Bian Que. However, Wen Chang was always depressed at that time and died with resentment.
Shi Gong said: Mr. Wang's fate has been bad, so he is crazy. He was arrested and imprisoned for his madness. Scholars in ancient and modern times, compassion, can't be compared with Mr. Even so, Hu Zongxian is a rare hero, Emperor Sejong is a wise monarch, and Wen Chang received special treatment when he was a guest. This is Hu Zongxian's ability to know Mr.: On Bailuyuan, Emperor Jia Yue knew Mr. Wang's talent. I just don't have a formal position. Mr. Wang's poems are outstanding, sweeping away the barren and dirty poetic style since modern times. Thousands of years later, he came to his own conclusion. Why did you say he didn't meet? Mekson once wrote to me and said, "Wen Chang is an old friend of mine. His illness is stranger than others, his people are stranger than his poems, his poems are stranger than his calligraphy, his calligraphy is stranger than his prose, and his prose is stranger than his paintings. " I said there was nothing strange about Wen Chang. Just because nothing is strange, nothing is smooth. How pathetic!