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"Yuanyuantang Essays" is Mr. Feng Zikai's main prose selection. In 1927, Feng Zikai converted to Master Hongyi and held a ceremony at his residence in Yongyili, Jiangwan. Feng Zikai also asked Master Hongyi to name his residence. Following Zunhong's instructions, Feng Zikai wrote a lot of words that he liked that could be matched with each other on small square papers. He rolled them into many small paper balls and scattered them on the altar table in front of the portrait of Sakyamuni. He took two lots and opened them. The name comes from the word "Yuan", so the residence is named "Yuanyuan Hall".
Immediately ask Master Hongyi to write a "Yuanyuan Hall" banner. After Feng Zikai moved several times, he built "Yuanyuan Hall" behind the old house in his hometown of Shimenwan in 1933.
Feng Zikai is a famous local cartoonist and essayist in the history of modern Chinese painting and literature. He was born in Shimen Bay, Tongxiang County, Zhejiang Province in 1898, and lived there for seventeen spring and autumn years. The customs and customs of his hometown left an indelible impression on him.
The book is full of cartoons with rich local customs, meaningful prose with clear language and profound meaning, and is supplemented by photography pictures of the unique natural scenery and folk customs of Jiangnan water towns. It will be read by friends who love water town literature. The heart strings are plucked and the feeling is cordial.
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You are originally a spiritual being. In the 15th year of the Republic of China, Master Hongyi and I lived in a rented house in Yongyi Village, Jiangwan. One day I wrote a lot of words that I liked on small square papers that could be matched with each other, and rolled them into many small paper balls. On the altar table in front of the portrait of Sakyamuni, I drew two lots and the words picked up were all with the word "Yuan", so I named you "Yuan Yuan Hall".
Immediately ask Master Hongyi to write a banner for you, have it framed by Jiuhuatang, and hang it in the rented house in Jiangwan. This is the beginning of your spiritual existence. Later, I moved to Jiaxing and then to Shanghai, and you followed me, as if I were inseparable, for eight years.
In the spring of the 22nd year of the Republic of China, I just gave you a shape. In Meisha Lane, my hometown, Shimen Bay, behind my old house, three high-rise buildings were built, and you fell to the ground. . The banner written by Master Hongyi is too small, so I will ask Mr. Ma Yifu to inscribe it for you. Mr. Ma writes three big characters for you, and writes a verse at the back:
The painter observes this and realizes that there is no life, and he puts the name of the house in order to chat with his ears.
One color and one fragrance reach the middle path, that is, this ×× is non-moving and still.
You might as well paint the void with colored pens, the wonderful effects will start from the illusion.
The first sentence adds a meaningful explanation to the unintentional name I gave you. I was very happy and decorated it for you: I will make a ginkgo board that is decades old and ask the carver to decorate it. The words are engraved on it and a plaque is made. One day, I will hang a colored ball on this plaque and hang it high in the middle of you. At this time, I think you must be more happy than me.
Later, I asked Master Hongyi to write "The Theory of Great Wisdom and Praise for Ten Metaphors" into a large screen, and asked the Hangzhou Hanmo Forest to frame it and hang it on both sides of you. Under the plaque, there is the old plum nave painted by Wu Changshuo. Next to the central hall, there is another large couplet written by Master Hongyi. The text is a sentence from the Huayan Sutra: "If you want to be the book of all Dharma, your heart is like a painter." Next to the large couplet is a small couplet written by myself. , using Du's poem: "For the time being, the flying crows will count their children, and the swallows will come frequently to make new nests."
In the central room, the above wall decorations are used, and there are no other trivial customs. The hanging objects are dignified, elegant and in harmony with your personality. In the east room, Shen Zhipei's ink writings and several ancient paintings are hung.
The room to the west is my south study room. In addition to the books on the four walls, there is a long couplet by Master Hongyi hanging on the organ. The text says: "The pure view of the true view, the view of vast wisdom; the sound of the sea of ??Sanskrit sounds." "Recently, there is a small couplet written by me hanging on the opposite side, using the poem of Chang'an County Lord, the sister of Wang Jinggong:" Confessions and laughter are made in cups and plates, and life is talked about in the dim light.
"Because my house does not have electric lights, (because the lights go out at eleven o'clock and there is no fire meter) I use kerosene lamps. My relatives and old friends often come to my house to chat about their lives. They have tea and drinks until the lights are turned on. The dim and peaceful luminosity of the oil lamp and the affinity of your architecture enveloped the emotions of the people in the audience, making them feel at ease and the conversation was endless. Therefore, I think the oil lamp is very harmonious with you as a whole.
In short, I will give you a shape and pay great attention to your overall coordination. Because you are in a small ancient town like Shimen Bay, I will not dress you in a dress, but the most reasonable one. The Chinese clothing allows you to harmonize with the environment. Because you don't wear a dress, I won't equip you with modern furniture. Instead, I will draw the patterns myself and ask carpenters to make the most reasonable Chinese-style furniture so that you can completely harmonize your inside and outside.
I remember one time, a friend from Shanghai wanted to buy a wooden carving of a black man holding a tea tray as a gift to me and asked me to place it next to the sofa and chair in my room. I politely declined. Because I feel that this furniture is very inconsistent with your whole body, and it is even more contrary to your spirit. Your whole body is simple and plain, solid and reasonable; this thing is weird and light.
Your spirit is peaceful and happy. This thing uses black slaves as figurines, which is cruel and not humane. Anything similar to this thing is not allowed in Yuanyuan Hall. Therefore, you are a work of art in which spirit and flesh are completely blended! Although I have only been with you for five years, these five years of life are really enough for me to recall:
In spring, two double peach trees, with heads full of flowers, stood guard in front of your door. The red railing inside the door reflects the pink wall, and the roses reflect the green leaves. The swings in the courtyard stood tall and graceful, and the iron rods under the eaves were singing.
There was a murmur of Yan language in front of the hall, and the sound of scissors was heard from the window. This peaceful and happy scene will never be forgotten by me.
In summer, red cherries and green bananas create a strong contrast in front of the hall, suggesting the truth of "impermanence" to people. The new leaves on the grape trellis reflect the figures in the room in blue, adding a layer of painting. From time to time, you can see various figures outside the curtain, and there are often cheerful smiles on the swing. I just picked up a load of "Xinshi peaches" in front of the door, and another load of "Tongxiang drunken plums".
I shouted in front of the hall, "The watermelon is blooming!" Suddenly many brothers and sisters came out from upstairs and downstairs. When a guest comes in the evening, seats are immediately set up for a drink under the shade of the plantains. This kind of joyful and joyful life will never be forgotten by me.
In autumn, the grown leaves of the plantains rise above the wall, creating an overlapping green screen in front of the hall. Children were constantly climbing up and down the ladders under the grape vines. A pot of local grapes is constantly placed on the table in front of the window. At night, the bright moon shines on the tall building, and the cement below looks like a lake. The autumn insects on the four walls are singing in unison, and it sounds like an orchestral ensemble on the pillow. This kind of leisurely and comfortable situation will never be forgotten by me.
In winter, the high-rise buildings facing south are exposed to the sun all day long. Tea soup is constantly simmering in the warm charcoal stove. Our whole family sat at a table in the sun eating winter rice. We were all sweating and undressing after eating. There are many sun-dried taros piled on the porch, two or three jars of new rice wine are placed in the corner of the room, and there are homemade stinky dried tofu and mold in the kitchen cupboard.
On Saturday night, the children accompanied me to write until late at night. They often simmered some rice cakes in the stove and boiled some eggs on the stove to satisfy their hunger on winter nights. This kind of warm and comfortable fun will never be forgotten by me.
You are my resting place. You are where I belong. I am planning to spend my remaining years in your arms, and I am preparing to die in your bed.
Who would have thought that when you were less than six years old, you were suddenly destroyed by a violent enemy, leaving me homeless and unable to see you again from now on!
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