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One night, I was sitting in Tao Taishi (a friend of the author Tao Wangling), and was awarded an editor by Hanlin. The official went to imperial academy to offer wine. Taishi: another name compiled by Hanlin) Upstairs, I randomly looked through Chen Fang's books on the shelf and got a set of Missed Poems (I: the book cover made of cloth and silk, and later I called a set of books a book). Bad paper, rough writing, poor ink quality (display), blurred writing, look a little closer to the lamp. After watching a few songs, I can't help but be surprised. I quickly called Zhou Wang and asked him who was the author of the book "Missing Edition". Is it today? Or the ancients? Zhou Wang said: "This was done by my compatriot Mr. Xu Wenchang." We both jumped up, and in the shadow of the lamp, we read, screamed, screamed and read. The sleeping servants were awakened. I have lived for 30 years, and all I know is that there is Mr. Wen Chang in the sea. Ah! Why did you meet so late? Through understanding the situation of the Yue people, I made a biography for Xu Wenchang.
Xu Wei, a long character, is a scholar with a great reputation. Xue (,word, official-to-official examination doctor) was surprised by his talent when he presided over the examination in Yue, and regarded him as a national scholar (a scholar of a country, formerly known as an outstanding figure of a country). However, fate is not good, and repeated exams always fail. Governor Hu Zongxian (Governor of Zhejiang. Zhongcheng, in the Ming Dynasty, was appointed as the governor of other provinces with the deputy capital suggestion or the capital suggestion, so he was called the governor Zhongcheng) and invited him as the guest of the shogunate. Every time Wen Chang appeared, he wore informal official clothes (described as informal) and talked freely about world affairs. Hu Zongxian was very happy. At that time, Hu Zongxian was in charge of several armies. Soldiers in the southeast of Wei Town knelt to talk and crawled like snakes, afraid to look up. As a subordinate scholar, Wen Chang is proud of him. Most people who talk privately compare him to Liu Bi and Du Fu. At that time, a white deer was just caught, and Hu Zongxian entrusted Wenchang to make a congratulatory form. When this chapter was reached, Ming Shizong (Yongling is the tomb of Ming Shizong Zhu Houzong) was very happy. So Hu Zongxian paid more attention to him, and let him do all the notes and official documents. Wen Chang spoke highly of his talent and strategy, and liked to come up with ingenious plans. Most of his talks about military strategy were to the point. No one is satisfied with people who look at the world. However, there is no chance to meet.
Because he was not interested in the imperial examination and was not taken seriously by the examiner, he began to drink heavily and traveled to Qi, Shandong, Yan and Zhao, crossing 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 nowhere to live. This grief and indignation has led to his poems, such as laughing in anger, making a loud noise when water flows through a canyon, sprouting seeds (silent), crying at night like a widow, and wandering on a cold night (describing life fatigue). Although his articles sometimes have physical deficiencies, they are original and domineering, which are beyond the reach of those who pretend to serve women. With outstanding insights and vigorous and rigorous style, he is an outstanding writer like Han Yu and Ceng Gong who is not biased by criticism because of his imitation. Wen Chang's elegant manners were out of tune with the atmosphere at that time. At that time, the so-called main leaders in the literary world belittled them and treated them as handmaiden, so his fame did not exceed the whole country (eastern Zhejiang). Alas! Like to write articles, his brushwork is bold and unrestrained, just like his poems, full of charm, just like Ouyang Xiu said, "enchanting and beautiful women, although old, will still have some beautiful gestures." Occasionally, his spare capacity, in addition to overflowing flowers and birds, is also free and easy and elegant, full of affection.
Later, because of suspicion, he killed his second wife and was sentenced to death in prison. Grandfather Bian (formerly assistant minister of Hanlin, so called Grandfather) tried his best to rescue him before he was released. In his later years, his indignation was deeper and his madness was more severe. He refused to receive people of fame and status who came to visit him; Often bring money to the hotel to ask servants and other 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 I prick my ears with a sharp awl. The awl goes down more than an inch, but I'm not dead.
Zhou Wang said, "Wen Chang's poems in his later years are even more grotesque. There is no engraving, the collection is hidden at home. " At that time, I (who passed the provincial examinations in Ming and Qing Dynasties) entrusted someone with an official position to copy, but now it is incomplete. I've only seen Xu Wenchang and The Missing Edition. However, Wen Chang died of resentment because he was depressed.
Shi Gong (the author named Shi Gong, who claimed to be himself) said: "My husband's fate has always been bad, so he went crazy and never recovered, so he was arrested and imprisoned. Scholars in ancient and modern times can't compare their sufferings with their husbands. Even so, Hu Zongxian is a rare hero in the world. Emperor Sejong is a wise monarch. Wen Chang received special treatment when he was a guest, because Hu Zongxian knew Mr. Wang's talent; Presenting the original white deer watch made the emperor very happy. It is the emperor who knows 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. After one hundred generations, he came to his own conclusion. Why is there no coincidence? Mei Guozhen once wrote to me and said,' Wen Chang is an old friend of mine. His illness is stranger than his people, and his people are stranger than his poems. He was not surprised when I said Wen Chang. Just because there is nothing strange, it is not surprising to have such an experience. This is pathetic! "
In Yuan Hongdao's translation of The Biography of Xu Wenchang [Ming], Li Si saw that there were four sounds of apes in the northern zaju, and he was very ambitious, which was completely different from the legends played by scholars in recent times. The title of the book is Born in Tianchi, which is suspected to have been written by Yuan people. Later, when I went to Yueyue, I saw a man whose list said "Sweet Water Moon" was very strong. He was very angry with her husband. Wan Wan can be seen in calligraphy and painting. The meaning is terrible, but I don't know why it is Tian Shuiyue.
One night, I sat in the Pottery Editing Building, wrote a book casually and got a poem in Bian Que. Evil hair book, bituminous coal is black and slightly shaped. I watched it in the light, but I didn't see many songs. I was shocked and suddenly called Shi Geng: "Who is the author of Bian Que?" Today? Furano? "Shi Geng said," Mr. Xu Tianchi, the ancestor of this township, wrote a letter. Mr. Wei, with a long word, was born between Jia and Long and died five or six years ago. The scroll with Tian Shuiyue on its forehead is also a person. "Before and after I realized it, I suspected that Wen Chang was the only one. When the poem was deserted, I got this strange secret, and I woke up like a nightmare. The two men jumped up, and in the shadow of the lamp, they read and shouted, and all the servants and sleeping people started up. Whether for people or books, I am naturally called Mr. Wen Chang. Those who come to see the rest are writing poems and reading poems. At that time, a famous teacher went to Mu Yun to learn Taoism.
Wen Chang is a scholar in Yin Shan, but he is not good at trying, and he is unrestrained. Governor Hu Molin is very famous and was hired as a screen guest. The agreement with Hu: "If you want to be a guest, you must be polite, so that you can get in and out at the right time." Gong Hu agreed. Wen Chang sat down with a deep bow around a black scarf and talked about what was happening in the world. No one was watching. Gong Hu was overjoyed. At that time, the governor counted the border troops, threatened the southeast, and did not dare to raise his head. However, Wen Chang is proud of his subordinates, walks confidently, speaks casually and playfully, and is unscrupulous. You will get a white deer, which belongs to Wenchang generation. At the dinner table, Yong Ling was very happy. Openness is good, and all the omissions are out of their control.
Wen Chang is conceited and resourceful, curious and resourceful, and talks about many soldiers. Anyone who seduces Wang and Xu Zhulu is secretly discussing and then starting work. After tasting a restaurant, several athletes drank it and refused to pay. Wen Chang-Mi used numbers to chase after the public, and the public ordered the athletes to be tied to their subordinates. All of them were cut down, and the army was in an uproar. Shamans with negative and foul language occasionally talk to the public in the wine room. When it is made public, they will do other things for the stick to kill people. Its trust is more like this.
Since Gong Hu pities literary talents and laments their difficulties, it is time to save the exam. The public tells anyone who walks into the curtain, "Xu Zi is a genius in the world. If you are in this room, you are lucky not to lose it. " They all said, "Like life." A magistrate of a county arrived after being detained and paid tribute to the public when he arrived. I forgot to belong to it. I was very comfortable in my room, so I didn't even have it.
Wen Chang lost his ambition to be a minister, so he indulged in mountains and rivers, went to the land of Qilu Yanzhao and saw the desert. What he saw was the mountains rushing to the sea, clouds rising from the sand, the wind singing, the trees dying, most of the valleys, people, fish and birds, all shocking and shocking, all expressed in poetry. There is an indelible breath in his chest, and the hero is lost and helpless, so it is poetry, such as anger, laughter, running water, and the widow's crying at night, which makes people feel chilling. It will be thousands of miles away when it is released; Occasionally deep and steep, ghosts talk about autumn graves. Wen Chang's eyes are always empty, and he is independent for the time being. At that time, the so-called dignitaries, coquettish literati and writers were all despised and enslaved, so they were not famous for their shame. Sad husband!
One day, I was drinking at the doctor's house in my hometown. At the banquet, the township doctor pointed to a small object for fu, and Yin made the boy servant continue to enter more, hoping to suffer. Wen Chang's assistance to Li Cheng, the pen holder, was full of paper, charm, freedom and hiding, which was a great surprise.
Wen Chang likes to write books, with a poetic brushwork and a charming and vigorous posture. I can't write, but it would be ridiculous to say that a long book must be above Wang Yayi and Wen. Regardless of calligraphy, the book god: a gentleman, the sincerity of the eight laws, and the chivalrous man in the word forest. Among the rest, flowers, bamboo and stones overflow, all of which are excellent works.
The pawn was suspected of killing his second wife and died in prison. Zhang Yang and Xieli reached a conclusion. When it comes out, it is as stubborn as ever. When you are old, you are deeply resentful, and it is good to pretend to be crazy. Show it to the door and refuse to accept it. Officer, you can't get a word in. You bring money to the restaurant and ask the servant to drink it. Or self-sustaining axe to break its head, blood quilt, skull are broken, friction sound. Or hammer its sac, or cut its ear with a sharp cone, and go deep into the inch, but you can't die.
Shi: The poems in his later years are unique. They are not engraved, but are collected at home. For those who see it, Xu Wenchang Collection and Bian Que are just two kinds. However, Wen Chang died of anger because he was depressed.
Shi Gong said: Sir, I am amazed at numbers, so I am crazy. Crazy disease unceasingly, hence the prison. Scholars in ancient and modern times complain about others, and the way of a gentleman does not exist. Although, it is a hero in the world, a hero in Yongling, and a different gift from the shogunate, as we all know, Hu has the style of a gentleman. On the table, the host is happy, and the host knows that there is a gentleman. Being single is not expensive. The rise of Mr. Wang's poetry has swept away the dirty habits of modern times, which is gone forever and has its own conclusion. Why not meet him? Mei Kesheng tried to send Yu Shu, saying, "Wen is my old friend, a sick freak, a strange poem, a strange word, a strange word and a strange painting." I said the length of the text was nothing but not surprising. Nothing strange, but nothing strange! Sad husband!
-Selected from Xu Appendix, printed by Zhonghua Book Company.
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 words 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!
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Xu Wei was born in Yin Shan and enjoys a high reputation. When Xue was an official in Zhejiang, he was shocked by his talent and regarded him as a national. However, his fate was not good, and he failed in the exam many times. Upon hearing this, Zhong Chenghu hired Gong Zongxian as his assistant. Every time Wen Chang met Gong Hu, he always wore Gob robes and a black scarf and talked freely about world affairs, which was greatly appreciated by Gong Hu. At that time, Gong Hu commanded several armies. On the southeast coast of Weizhen, his soldiers always walk sideways in front, kneeling to answer, afraid to look up. However, Wen Chang's attitude towards Gong Hu is so arrogant that argumentative people compare him to the first-class figures of Liu Zhenchang and Du Shaoling. It happened that Gong Hu hunted a white deer and thought it was auspicious, so he asked Wen Chang to make a table of congratulations. After playing the table, Emperor Sejong was very satisfied. Gong Hu pays more attention to the length of his literature, and he has to deal with all the sparse books. Wen Chang is convinced that he has extraordinary intelligence and is good at winning by surprise, and his operational strategies are often to the point. He thinks that things in the world can't enter his eyes, but he always has no chance to do something.
Because Wen Chang was frustrated and ignored by the current government, he was a degenerate, drinking wantonly and indulging in landscapes. He traveled to Shandong (Qilu) and Hebei (Zhao Yan) and enjoyed the desert beyond the Great Wall. The mountains he saw were like galloping horses, waves standing on the walls, sand covering the sky and thunder stretching for thousands of miles, the sound of wind and rain and the shape of strange trees, even deep and desolate valleys and bustling cities, as well as strange people, strange fish and rare birds. All the unprecedented amazing natural and human landscapes were included in his poems. He has been suppressing a strong spirit of injustice and the sadness that heroes are useless. So his poems, sometimes cursing, sometimes laughing, sometimes rushing like mountain torrents in a canyon, sometimes breaking ground like spring buds, are full of vigorous vitality. His poems are sometimes as piercing as a widow's cry in the middle of the night, and sometimes as helpless as a traveler leaving the cold. Although his poetic style is sometimes humble, he is unique, with great atmosphere and superhuman spirit. Poetry as vulgar as a woman who treats people with color is hard to match. Xu Wenchang has a profound insight into the way of writing. His article is calm and rigorous. He doesn't suppress his talent and creativity for ruthlessness, nor does he indulge his comments and hurt the rigorous reasoning of his articles. He is really a first-class writer of Han Yu and Ceng Gong. Xu Wenchang's interest is elegant, and he doesn't keep pace with the times. He angrily attacked the so-called literary leaders at that time, so his words were ignored and his fame was limited to his hometown of Zhejiang. It was really sad!
Wen Chang likes calligraphy, and his pen is as unrestrained as his poems. In his energy and heroism, he has another charming gesture. Ouyang Gong's so-called beauty withering has another lasting appeal, which can be used to describe Wen Chang's calligraphy. Seo Woo, a long writer who is cultivated by poetry, writing and books, paints flowers and birds with aloofness and affection.
Later, Wen Chang was jailed for manslaughter and sentenced to death. Before he was released from prison, Master Bian of Bird tried his best to rescue him. In his later years, Xu Wenchang hated the world more and more, so he deliberately acted more wild. When dignitaries visit his home, he often refuses to see him. He often takes money to the hotel and invites servants to drink with him. He once cut his head with an axe, his face was covered with blood, and his skull was broken. When he rubbed it with his hand, the broken bones clicked. He also pierced his ear more than an inch deep with a sharp awl, but he didn't die. Zhou Wang claimed that Wen Chang's poems became more and more strange in his later years, and there was no printed edition, and all the poems were hidden at home. I was an official in Zhejiang, and in the same year I entrusted them to copy long poems, but I haven't got them yet. All I have ever seen is Ji and Ji. Now, Xu Wenchang's competition is out of date, so he can't show his ambition. He died with a grudge against the world.
Shi Gong said: Mr. Xu Wenchang's life was full of difficulties and setbacks, which made him crazy, and his constant madness led him to be put into prison. Throughout the ages, the grievances and sufferings of literati have never surpassed those of Mr. Xu Wenchang. Nevertheless, there are still heroes like Gong Hu, and wise emperors like Sejong admire him. Xu Wenchang received special courtesy in the curtain of Gong Hu, which made Gong Hu realize his value. His performance won the favor of the emperor, indicating that the emperor also realized his value. The only thing missing is that he failed to become a senior official. The rise of Mr. Wen Chang's poems can sweep away the complicated and humble habits of modern literary circles, and history will have a fair conclusion in the future. How can it be said that he was born at a bad time and has never been recognized by society?
Mcpherson once wrote to me: Xu Wenchang is an old friend of mine, and his strange disease is even weirder than his eccentric, and as an eccentric, he is even weirder than his strange poems. In my opinion, there is no place in Xu Wenchang that is not weird and strange. Because there is no place that is not weird or strange, it is doomed that there is no place in his life that is not difficult or bumpy. So sad!