I have never been to Su Dongpo's hometown, nor have I stepped on 20 extremely tortuous and dangerous life paths like him. So I can't follow Su Dongpo's footsteps like other wandering writers to follow every exile I have walked through. I can only feel those persistent poems with soft fingers, and I can only find the mysterious and holy color endowed by Su Dongpo with a precipitated heart. I savored it as if it were a very long trip. ...
The starting point of the journey is naturally his poem. "Changsong thousand trees are bleak, and there are not many people in Asgard. At night, I understand that the deer is safe and there is no trace of autumn grass in the mountains. " These are the last two sentences of a poem written by Su Dongpo when Su Shi and his son passed through the Three Gorges on their way to Jinjing and Xiandu. After crossing the dangerous place where high mountains stand tall, cliffs are forced to ask questions, the river is narrow and the light is dim, he wrote: "At the beginning, there was no way to enter the gorge, and even the mountain suddenly looked like a niche ..." When he arrived in Jiangling, he abandoned his boat and landed with the title: "The listener is in the long river, but he doesn't know what it means, but he is sad ...". At this point, I stopped and began to think smugly that my understanding of Su Dongpo has gradually deepened. His works seem to be those beautiful scenes that are endless and soaked in people's hearts in the sunset: freedom, purity and lofty.
Perhaps only those who have lived in such a generous, clear, simple and delicate nature for a long time can write such neat, elegant and calm poems. If you stay in the bustling downtown of JaeHee for a long time, you will definitely lack or lose that natural charm. However, this is not a bad thing: Su Dongpo's brilliant talent was finally discovered by some ministers in the DPRK and gradually promoted from a humble position. In the face of intrigue between the ruling and the opposition, countless people in North Korea use money and power to cover up their sins. Su Dongpo's simple and comfortable words turned into his honest and complacent testimony: "You know what this means, don't forget, be careful not to love higher vocational education ..." This is a poem he gave Ziyou and a few strokes in leisure games: "Where life is, it should be like flying snow ...", which makes people feel that this may be the accidental footprints left by a great mind, so dull and so innocent. I have memorized this poem, but to my surprise, I didn't realize the fable contained in it at all. I just recited it hastily. Now that I think about it, I regret it very much, so I have to take back more than a dozen beautiful works of Su Dongpo to experience them in detail.
I flipped through these pages printed with Su Dongpo's poems. These short pages are like a beautiful span and represent Su Dongpo's lifelong efforts. It suddenly appeared in front of me: whether his style is elegant, melancholy, ironic, humorous, strong or soft, people have to be surprised: is his poetry gorgeous or elegant? Is it bold or graceful? Suddenly I feel that this trip to explore Dongpo has become very slim. So I have to follow this drift 1000 years ago.
Su Dongpo is incorruptible by nature and unwilling to go along with this dirty ruling and opposition party. He is fair, intelligent and great, and has never done anything against his conscience. Naturally, he is not afraid of ghosts or evil. He firmly believes that no matter what kind of ghost will eventually be obeyed by justice. On one occasion, the attendants traveling with him were possessed by evil spirits. Su Dongpo calmly said, "The little official is ill, and one thing is missing. Can you forgive him? " Unless you are a fool, I hope God didn't hear this ... "... Although most of these ghosts are not believed now, Su Dongpo was fearless at that time, and he can feel that he is fearless in ordinary words. As Lin Yutang said: "demons and other things sometimes forget or can't tell the direction, but under Su Dongpo's eloquence, they will see their stupidity and have to stop immediately." "
From the day Su Dongpo arrived in Beijing, he seemed to be involved in the rolling political whirlpool. He stubbornly resisted Wang Anshi's absurd laws and theories. Su Dongpo can't stand this. When he saw the people oppressed by the government and cornered by Wang Anshi's political reform, he didn't turn a blind eye like other officials who were afraid of death, and he didn't want to be Wang Anshi's lackey. At this time, the blood of justice in his chest came out again, and he dared to hit the saint: "... the king has nothing else to do, so that he can supply property, call it security and limit." When Sima Guang and Fan Li, who had fought side by side with him, resigned angrily, they "warned" the emperor: "The human heart is like a tree with roots, a lamp with ointment, a fish with water, a farmer with fields, and a merchant with wealth. Wood is useless without roots, lamps are extinguished without cream, fish die without water, farmers are hungry without fields, businessmen are poor without wealth, and the Lord dies if he loses people's hearts. " At this time, Su Dongpo's temperament and character are also deeply imprinted in his poems, with sadness, irony and criticism, which makes people see his frankness, frankness and distinguishing right from wrong.
When he faced the dirty and decadent ruling and opposition alone, all his efforts and hopes turned into chilling sighs and disappointments. When he was "invited" to other places, he still didn't beg for a word like anyone else and resolutely took his family to Hangzhou to take office. At this time, the court became as calm as death, and Su Dongpo could not help feeling at ease. In Hangzhou with beautiful scenery, his heart seems to have been baptized again, and his poems have become beautiful, sentimental, humorous and exciting. "sail to the west wind, don't cry ... it's like being drunk, but fortunately you didn't wake up." He cultivated sentiment in Hangzhou, a paradise, and Su Dongpo and the West Lake seemed to be a whole: "The poems of the West Lake are not as wonderful as those of Su Dongpo; Su Dongpo's poetic thought is not enough to satisfy the poetic feelings of the West Lake. "
At this time, I thought that this would be Su Dongpo's hometown, that he had recovered his old state of mind and that he would spend the rest of his life in this beautiful land. But he was imprisoned, arrested and tried again. By the time he got out of prison, he had become a monk. He became a hermit, using yoga and alchemy to cultivate his self-cultivation, and using Chinese painting and calligraphy to cultivate his sentiment. A man asked him how to live a long life. He wrote: "Nothing is precious, going to bed early is rich, walking safely is a car, and eating late is meat." It can be seen that Su Dongpo has reached the realm of quiet inside. However, he does not lack benefits for the poor. He set up a children's rescue society, established a hospital and provided disaster relief and construction projects, so he was loved by people and became a "friend of the people". Seeing that the fields were flooded, he could only write with indignation: "There are fields but no one, some people have no food, and some people have no cattle." After Tan's death, people were like ghosts. "I can see that he feels so sad and sad about the experience of ordinary people. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Su Dongpo will remain immortal.
It's a pity that Su Dongpo didn't get a comfortable old age. I feel quite sorry. After the death of Empress Dowager Cixi, Su Dongpo was persecuted by court officials who had opposed him before. He was exiled to Lingnan area, where he traveled 1500 miles and countless lands from the north to the south of China. He has experienced many vicissitudes and has a quiet heart. He returned to "still me", taking pen and ink as his friends and comfortable countryside as his friends.
At this point, I stopped writing. Behind him is the end of his life. I don't want to search any more. Let Su Dongpo end it in one sentence. I guess this may be like his mentality at that time: "I started but turned back, and no one saved me from hatred." Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live, and the maple leaves in Wujiang River fall. "It's like making people cry in bitterness.
"I said juvenile madness, yellow on the left and blue on the right ... I can bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius." This is the ambition and ideal in generosity and heroism.
"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. " "I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery for thousands of miles." This is a spirit of detachment and broadmindedness.
"Flowers are like flowers, and no one regrets falling from teaching." This is a fresh and beautiful pastoral song.
"Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I will never forget it." This is a sincere feeling of heartache.
On the whole, Su Dongpo's poems and his life are changeable. Now think about it, are these "his poems" gorgeous or elegant? Is it bold or graceful? "Such a question is ridiculous. His style is completely natural and unconstrained style. Therefore, the ever-changing words make people sigh. This may be because of his changeable life and unyielding personality that he became an immortal writer.
I seem to have discovered this world:
"He is a fool and wise. He is clumsy and clever. " Politics in the Song Dynasty was decadent, dirty and dark. And his character is always wise. Honest and strong.
I seem to have found the sky:
"You can accompany the Jade Emperor above, and you can accompany the beggars in North Tianyuan below." He is a fairy, but he is willing to come to earth. ...