This man did what I think was "the most romantic thing" on 1083 (yes, more than 900 years ago). When he undressed and wanted to sleep, the bright moonlight came into the room. So he happily went out to Chengtian Temple, where he found a "leisure friend" named Zhang Huaimin and walked in the yard together. Later, he wrote a famous article about it-Night Tour in Chengtian Temple.
Yes, the person I deeply like is Su Dongpo.
When my colleagues and I were preparing to teach this text, we felt that the word "leisure" in the text could cover the whole text. The word "leisure" was originally a "month" in the "door". A "wood" in the "door" written by modern people turned out to be another word for it.
What kind of month is this? Jathyapple, who was clearly only "October 12th, the sixth year of Yuanfeng", was like "Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing", "turning to Zhuge, staying in a low house and never sleeping"; There are still three days before the full moon, but it also creates a quiet and charming night scene with clear moonlight and mottled bamboo shadows. That clear light is like an empty pool of water. Even better, "water" and "algae and weeds cross each other" suddenly seem like a fairyland!
What kind of door is this moonlight in? It's in the temple gate of Chengtian Temple! Buddhism is pure. Only in this way can there be such a pure moon. Su Dongpo's life can be summarized as "bumpy". Entering the officialdom, he has been in a complicated and changeable contradiction of party struggle. He was neither tolerated by Wang Anshi's "New Deal School" nor by the "opposition" headed by Sima Guang, and was later demoted to Huangzhou because of the Wutai Poetry Case. In Huangzhou, "no signing books and official duties" is only a nominal "idle official". It can be said that the officialdom ruthlessly closed a door for him. But what does it matter? According to Lin Yutang, he is still a "hopeless optimist, a compassionate moralist, a good friend of civilians, an essayist, a painter of a new school, a great calligrapher, an experimenter of brewing, an engineer, a hypocritical opponent, a yoga practitioner, a Buddhist ... born to be humorous". Officialdom closed a door for him, but God opened a more important door for him, that is, the door of the heart. Therefore, in this sense, Su Dongpo pushed open the door of Buddhism, not his own heart. This moonlight is not so much in Chengtian Temple as in Su Dongpo's heart. Otherwise, Su Dongpo would not have said "there is no bright moon at night"-yes, as long as there is a moon in my heart, it will always be the moon; As long as there is a bright moon in your chest, everything is empty!
Is such a door and the word "leisure" formed in such a month just idle? Or leisure and elegant "leisure"? In my opinion, it is clearly the "leisure" of leisure and tranquility-this is an attitude towards life: honor and disgrace are not shocking, flowers bloom in front of the court; I have no intention of staying, and I have no intention of staying. I sit and watch the clouds rolling in the sky. How can such an attitude towards life, a rare "idle person", not be deeply liked by people?
It is because of this deep love that I drove south this time. If the first day is because the sound of the car reminds me that you are tired of driving, I will immediately get up and stay in Jinxi, the hometown of "Fang Zhongyong, a citizen of Jinxi", and send out the feeling that "maybe life is like this, and you don't need the painstaking efforts in front to bring you a chance encounter in the back"; Then, the next day, it was completely preset in advance. I stopped on the way to Shenzhen, which is only two hours' drive from my destination. "Stop and wait for my soul."
-and stop, called Sue.
According to legend, more than 700 years ago, Su Dongpo's seventh generation Sun Su took a boat from Luxi Luling (now Ji 'an, Jiangxi) and went south along Dongjiang River to teach in Panyu, where he spent the night and had a dream. In the dream, five old people took him to the shore to play. Seeing a big tree, Tian Rong asked five old people, "What kind of tree is this?" Five people answered: "Perilla also." Tian Rong asked again, "How big is Perilla?" Five people replied, "The tree is big because of its soil."
After waking up, I felt this dream was very strange: Perilla had the same surname as her. In the morning, he went ashore to look, and sure enough, there was a big tree, but it was a banyan tree. Branches and leaves spread like Qiao Song. There is a "Five Sages Temple" next to it, dedicated to the five sages of the Northern Song Dynasty, including, Ouyang Xiu, Zhang, and Su Shi.
Sue thought, isn't the purple perilla tree in the dream this banyan tree? And the five old people in my dream are the embodiment of Wudang Five Immortals Temple? Are the five gods trying to guide him to settle here? Sue watched the surrounding environment and felt that beautiful mountains and rivers, rich fruits and rich food are really excellent living environments. Later, he was promoted to Fushun county, Sichuan province, and he still remembered it and told it to future generations. Until his fourth generation Sun Su worked as an inspector in Jingshan, Dongguan (now Chashan Town, Dongguan), in the fourteenth year of Ming Hongwu (138 1), two "Andrew" flowers 133 bought more than 40,000 mu of land here, and settled here with their families the following year, fulfilling Su's dream.
Now, in addition to the ancient banyan trees at the entrance to the village, the Su family has also opened up a perilla garden at the entrance to the village. Su Ziyuan entrusted Su's family with the memory and admiration of their ancestors. Perilla frutescens has become the auspicious grass of this ancient village.
The core of Sujiawei is Yifeng Sugong Temple. Yifeng Sugong Temple was built by the third son of Su Dongshan, the eighth ancestor of Sujiawei, and was founded in the 16th year of Zhengde in Ming Dynasty (152 1). When the Su family was most prominent, there were 63 official posts and degree plaques hanging in this hall, which was the spiritual sustenance of the people around the Su family. It's a pity that most of the plaques are gone now, leaving only three pieces, namely "Waihandi", "Gong Yuan" and "Eight Kui", which were accidentally preserved when people were working as bed boards or pigsty during the Cultural Revolution.
Not only that, but now Sujiawei is also extremely declining. The village is as quiet as death, and there are almost no young people; One house was destroyed, with ten vacant rooms and nine vacant rooms; Only a few fields outside the village are sparsely planted with crops. The roof began to collapse, tiles fell off one after another, and all that could be left hid. Those who can't leave, those who can't leave, are left to years to give up and weeds to touch. Even when entering the village, the bridge of Jiushe River is no longer made of bamboo, but paved with slightly stiff bamboo railings and cement precast slabs. Only the river flowing under the bridge is crystal clear.
I don't know why, but I still fell in love with this village that has been sleeping for 700 years. I met it tonight; Tomorrow morning, I will leave it. Life is practice, the journey is short and life is long. Life is a long journey. As long as the wheels keep moving, the road will continue to extend into the distance. But the long journey is nothing more than an acquaintance and a parting.
Perhaps, this is called love me, love my dog; Perhaps, love never has a reason; Perhaps, only deep love can wash for a long time; Perhaps, only shallow love can bridge the pain of parting; Perhaps, love is deep love, and like is shallow love. ...
There is a moon tonight. The moon is very round. In this perilla world, will I have a purple dream? Who will I dream about? Or, I couldn't sleep at all, "set out happily" and went to find a layman named Su Dongpo. ...
(2017 65438+February 2, written in Sujiawei, Heyuan, Guangdong, originally published in China Education News, 8th edition, March 20 18).