It has been sunny and unbearably hot for several days. The cicadas in the courtyard were chirping, as if they were hotter than the current temperature. Sitting leisurely on the couch, looking sideways outside the window, I can see the leaves of Bodhi trees, with a tired look on my face. The slender bamboos are cultivated, and the sparse thin leaves are also curled in the green. They are small bamboos newly planted at the beginning of the year, but they failed to gain momentum and were lost to the scorching sun. The leisurely swing stands alone and motionless in the courtyard, and the air and time seem to be stagnant. Opposite to the outside of the courtyard, the flowers and leaves in the vase inside the house were turning a little under the melodious sound of the electric fan. Songzhen "lyed down" more than anyone else nowadays, closed his eyes and breathed softly, exhaling an almost silent breath. I just discovered injuries on it last night. Maybe it was because it was out for a walk outside the hospital that evening. I accidentally met someone's pet dog and was bitten severely while being chased. I was so frightened that I didn't dare to go out for several days. I was so depressed. The person felt a little pity, and looked helpless and devoid of emotion.
Lapsang souchong is still rolling in the purple clay pot, and then flows smoothly along the spout. The tea filtered in the glass is yellow with bright colors, and the air is clear, like clouds and mist, and the tea is fragrant. Scattered. The tea cup made of high-quality white clay has a slim fit. The tea liquid that is about 70% full is surrounded by slight ripples. It gradually calms down in the shimmering light. When facing directly, it looks like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, as if they are wandering.
I am reminded of Northern Song Dynasty poet Su Shunqin's "Song of Leisure in Summer":
I am half drunk, and my bedside books are in a mess. The cool breeze blows open the sparse bamboos in Beixuan, and I lie down and watch the blue sky and white clouds.
Su Shunqin, the grandson of Su Yijian, a minister and political advisor in the Northern Song Dynasty, had a courtesy name and admired Du Zimei's poetic style. Don't use your father's influence to supplement your official position. In the first year of Jingyou's reign, he passed the Jinshi examination and served as the magistrate of Mengshan County. He also served as Dali judge, school manager of Jixian Hall, and supervisor of Jinzou Academy. Because he supported the Qingli reforms promoted by Fan Zhongyan, he was impeached by the imperial censor, Zhongcheng Wang Gongchen, and was dismissed from his post. He lived in Suzhou and later built the Canglang Pavilion.
This poem was written during his leisurely stay in Canglang Pavilion in Suzhou. It is enough to appreciate the leisurely state of mind of the poet after his leisurely life and the elegance of the scholar-bureaucrat. In particular, he admired Tao Yuanming's elegant tastes of "sexually addicted to alcohol" and "good at reading". Tao Yuanming said: "Quietly sent to the East Xuan, the spring mash alone caressed" ("Poetry of Stopping Clouds"), "Anthers are arranged in rows, and the forest and bamboo are like shades. A clear harp lies across the bed, and half a pot of turbid wine" ("Poetry of Fortune"). One is the ups and downs of fruits and flowers, one is the arrangement of anthers, one is half-drunk with wine, one is half-potted with wine, one is cool blowing in Beixuan, and the other is quietly sending messages to Dongxuan. Whether it is a pile of books or a clear piano on the bed, everything is beautiful. Similar to his idol Tao Yuanming, the key is the leisurely mentality that even I feel envious when I think back now.
What’s strange to me is that Xuexiang Su lost his official position due to false accusations. After he lost his official position, he actually let go of his official position, and he let it go so calmly. It is difficult to truly achieve this. In other words, if you are not a person with a pure heart and a noble soul, you must be extremely hypocritical. That would be so painful and resentful. Look at his "Canglang Pavilion", it starts with the sentence, "If you are punished and punished, you will have nothing to return to." There is no regrets about abandoning the official position, but he is relaxed, leisurely and happy.
Anyone who knows Xuexiang Su knows that in his early years, he was actually a person with a bold personality and a chivalrous style. Politically, he leans towards the reformists like Fan Zhongyan and implements the New Deal; in literature, he promotes the ancient prose movement together with Yin Zhu and Ouyang Xiu; in the art of calligraphy, he is good at cursive calligraphy and Gongxingshu, both of which are excellent, and his short chapters are drunk with ink. Spread the treasure to the world. Ouyang Xiu said that Zimei's brushwork was like that of Liu Gongquan. Mi Fu of the Song Dynasty commented: "Shun Qin is like a young man from Wuling, visiting the clouds in search of rain, riding a horse in a green shirt, sleeping drunkenly on the grass, singing wildly in the courtyard." Huang Tingjian said: "Zimei writes regular characters on Sichuan silk paper, which is extremely energetic and lovely. ”
Even though he was falsely accused, he still had his own world in his heart. He built his own Canglang Pavilion in Suzhou and called himself “Canglang Weng”. Together with a group of literati and refined scholars, he did not change his literati interests and enjoyed playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He planted flowers and bamboos every day, drank wine and recited poems. His poetry and calligraphy were among the best in the Northern Song Dynasty and the first of its kind. He was fond of drinking by nature, and his most famous story is the story of his reading and drinking, which I mentioned in the article "Wine Drinking in the Book of Han". Every evening at dusk, he often read the classics loudly, drinking while reading, sighing while drinking, and often fighting. His father-in-law sent someone to observe secretly.
Whenever he is in a mood, he often sighs loudly and drinks a big white drink. This goes on and on. His father-in-law said that with such a drink, a bucket is not too much. Such a person with such a temperament actually linked drinking and reading so cleverly and interestingly that it became a good story. More than a thousand years later, everyone is still talking about it. The elegance and elegance influenced a large number of Jiangnan Yunshi in the future. , such as Dong Qichang, Wen Zhengming, Tang Yin, Li Rihua, etc.
I have also read another short poem by him, "The Meaning of Summer". The poetry and painting are equally wonderful, and reading it feels like a cool breeze blowing on your face. In the other courtyard, the summer scenery is clear, and the pomegranates are blooming all over the curtain. The shade of the trees is all over the ground, and at noon, I hear the sound of a wandering warbler in my dream. If I were not as open-minded as a valley and as deep as water, how could I have written such a quiet and relaxed state of mind in the heat of midsummer.
In the eighth year of Qingli Dynasty (1048), the imperial court re-established him as the governor of Huzhou. Unfortunately, he died of illness when he was about to take office. He was only forty-one years old.
Speaking of Canglang Pavilion, it is the place I have longed for since I was a child. That year, a few old friends suddenly met on a whim in their spare time, which happened to match my personal desires since childhood, so we hit it off and drove away. Friends from Suzhou also made careful arrangements to visit the Canglang Pavilion and the Humble Administrator's Garden. Later, I re-read "Canglang Pavilion" written by Su Xueshi, "I think highly of it and open up an empty place to relax my mind." I feel that whether it is the beautiful mountains and beautiful waters in a remote place and sparsely populated areas, or the ancient feelings in its lyrical writing , are all what I admire. There is some kind of mysterious force that coincides with it.
I remember reading "Six Chapters of a Floating Life", Shen Fu said: On the 22nd day of the 11th month of the 11th month of the reign of Emperor Qianlong in Guiweidong, it was a time of peace and prosperity, and he lived in a well-dressed home in Canglang Pavilion, Suzhou. By the side. Heaven is so kind to me.
It was June and the room was steaming. Fortunately, I live in Canglang Pavilion, where Ailian lives on the west wall. There is a pavilion in the Banqiao facing the stream. It is called "I take", which means "the clear ones wash the tassels, the turbid ones wash the feet".
Last summer, I lived leisurely in Lushan Mountain. I walked among the peaks and valleys and among the ancient villas and mountain houses every day. In my free time, I watched the clouds and fog. Occasionally, I listened to the rain and the wind, and talked with my old friends in the mountain, the ancient sages. The sages are neighbors, and they spend their days reading the poems and articles of their predecessors. As time goes by, they feel that they have a close connection with the ancients. Reading the poems, calligraphy and paintings left by the predecessors is like having a conversation with the predecessors in distant thoughts. This kind of tacit understanding is probably impossible for those who are not in high spiritual harmony. From this, I think that all those who express their feelings in ancient and modern writings are also human beings, emotions are common sense, the reason is not mysterious, and the road is not far away. Although I can't be like Shen Fu, next to Canglang, I am born between Kuangshan Mountain and Lishui River, and I have a place that is envied by others. Why should I sacrifice the near for the far, and favor one over the other?
I recall the time when Su Xueshi lived leisurely in Canglang, with books piled up in random piles, fruits and vegetables on display, the cool breeze blowing the bamboos, lying down and watching the blue clouds. The most lovely thing is that half-drunk from fine wine, the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties is the same as that of the Song Dynasty. It has been beautiful for a thousand or two thousand years and will continue to be beautiful. The key is the state of mind. If the scene and the environment are unified and the mind and hands are smooth, there is nothing wrong with Bodhi. Thinking of this, I felt that outside my window there were already shadows of bamboo, bodhisattva leaves, and a cool breeze that started at the end of the day.