"Spring grass grows in the pond, and willow trees in the garden become songbirds." In spring and March, everything grows.
On the third day of March, the fourth festival is a day when people go to the suburbs to get rid of bad luck and pray for happiness. In the ninth year of Yonghe (AD 353), the weather was sunny and the spring breeze was warm. On this day, Wang Xizhi, then the general of Huiji Literature and History and Right Army, invited Xie An, Xie Wan, Sun Chuo and Longtan to hold a ceremony in Lanting, Shanyin County. Qushui drinks wine and writes poems. The wine is fragrant and poetic. Twenty-six people recite 37 poems. It is suggested that these 37 poems be compiled into a collection, which can also be circulated in the world like Jingu Poetry Talk and won unanimous approval. Xie An and others also asked the elderly master to preface the poem. Wang Xizhi, who was drunk and hot, was still unfinished. Before he came to the case, he prepared a preface.
Wang Xizhi looked up, and saw Huiji Mountain in the east and Zhu Lan in front, which was continuous, evergreen and picturesque. Nearby, trees are thriving, bamboo is slender and tall, green as ink, new green as blue, and flowers are ungrateful. Nine-year-old Wang Xianzhi plays by the winding stream in Lanxi. Xie An and others are talking loudly. It is rare for so many relatives of celebrities to get together to give gifts, drink and write poems. Although there is no grand occasion to play the harp, it is very satisfying to be able to freely describe your feelings. The weather is fine. Today, the air is fresh and the sky is blue. The present situation is really no different from that of a sage who "bathes in interpretation and dances in the wind".
"Metabolic scale, suddenly a few weeks." Wang Xizhi's mind flashed through the poem I wrote just now when the water was flowing. He has many ideas. Oh, how time flies. Unconsciously, he has been a civil servant for more than two years, and this year he has crossed the age of knowing his destiny. It has been almost forty years since the Eight Kings Rebellion. Kyushu has once again been divided and turbulent, and people have been displaced and lives have been ruined. In the past two years, I have opened a warehouse for disaster relief and punished corrupt officials. I have also written to the court many times, suggesting that malpractice should be abolished and taxes should be reduced for the people. I loved calligraphy since I was a child and was taught by my father, aunt, Mrs. Wei, uncle Wang Wei and other teachers. I study hard and practice hard, and I am famous. At the age of thirteen, he attended the family dinner of Zhou E, a celebrity as a family representative. Zhou E praised his calligraphy in public and first gave himself the baked ox heart. The first one is full of enthusiasm, which makes your reputation rise. Unexpectedly, after uncle Wang Dun set out in the name of "killing the Qingjun side", he killed Zhou E again. It's really hard. Seven years ago, my parents' and my brother's coffins were finally moved and buried, completing a major event that I have been concerned about for many years. At the age of seven, my father went to Changping. After the defeat, his whereabouts were unknown, and there was no shortage of eyes at home. Thanks to Uncle Wang Xun's care, the life of the whole family has improved. Under the guidance of my mother and brother, I grew up gradually, but my grateful brother died young. From then on, it was really painful to lose a relative who could talk to her heart. In the year of weak crown, my uncle Wang Xun passed away again. He not only lost a mentor and friend in calligraphy, but also failed to fulfill the filial piety of a younger generation.
Wang Xizhi casually read the manuscript on the case, thinking that life is short, communication between people is fleeting, and life is in the pitch! How many people can get together in one room and talk about their ambitions? Are Huan Wen and Yin Hao such bosom friends? Huan Wen destroyed Shu, and the court suppressed Yin. I have written to Yu, Huan Gong and Yin Hou many times, hoping to focus on national affairs and realize the harmony between the two groups. In particular, the plan of the Northern Expedition is related to national security, and it needs far-sightedness and careful preparation. We can't advance blindly for our own selfish interests. However, all your efforts are in vain. Last year, the defeat of Yin Hou led to defeat, which was really sad. People have different personalities and different pursuits. Those who like to talk empty talk or pursue money and power, regardless of gains and losses, will only feel infinite when things have changed and everything is in the past. The sage said, "He is a human being. He forgets to eat when he is angry, but forgets to worry when he is happy. I don't know how old he is." When people are full of ambition, they often forget that death comes step by step.
"All kinds of things are mixed together, and Anfu feels Peng Yi." This is an Shi's poem! Wang Xizhi looked up at Xie An who spoke in the distance. This An Shi is both wise and brave. If he can be an official, he will be a pillar of the country. Now in the prime of life, but living at home, indifferent to the world. At that time, we had a debate in Yecheng. I told him about the great significance of Yu Xia's diligent eating with Wang Wen, but he asked me whether Qin Ershi's death was caused by express words. After more than ten years, he still looks like he has seen through the world of mortals and indulged in the mountains and refuses to serve the country. Life and death have a life, and a person's life is long and short. One should make contributions to the country and win glory for the family as soon as possible, instead of wasting time on empty talk! The sage said, "Life and death are great"! It hurts! Now is the eventful autumn of our country, so we should care about the world and make contributions to the imperial court. What's more, there is a standard for everything and a criterion for everything. How can you confuse right and wrong? "Unity of life and death" and "Death without life, Peng Zu's death" are absurd and illusory! "Yesterday, my son Anshi went for a spring outing. I am proud of this statement. " Future generations look at us as we look at our predecessors, which is sad and deplorable.
Thinking of this, Wang Xizhi concentrated his attention, dipped in thick ink with a eight-character pen, and scribbled on the cocoon paper: Yonghe was nine years old, and on the occasion of beginning of spring, the Lanting Pavilion in Kuaiji Mountain met. ...
After writing, Wang Xizhi sighed: Who will accompany him on the Fourth Festival next year? Does anyone remember today's party after 1000 years?
At this moment, Xie An came over and whispered the preface: "... knowing that a dead life was a wrong birth, Peng Qi's mourning was a mistake. Look at the present in the future or look at the past today. Sad husband … "Gradually, I have Zu Ti's ambition.