1000 years ago, in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, a scholar, Zuyong, went to take the imperial examination. The topic of the examination room is "Looking at the Snow Peak in Central South", and it is required to write a long article with 6 rhymes 12 sentences. The young Zuyong thought for a while and wrote this four-character quatrain handed down from generation to generation. In just 20 words, I wrote the winter scenery of Chang 'an, but unfortunately the examiner refused, saying that you did not meet the format requirements.
Zuyong thought for a while and said that the meaning was gone, and he didn't want to modify another word. Poetry that does not meet the test requirements is definitely not on the list. Zuyong dropped out of the list, but he saw the snow-capped peaks in Central and South China, which have been sung for thousands of years, and stayed. Looking back on the Millennium, the former examiner has long been unknown. However, Zu Yong is immortal with this exam-oriented poem.
Coincidentally, hundreds of years later,
Zhang Ji, who was born in troubled times, passed by Gusu City, where Jiang Feng fished for fire and the midnight bell rang. He wrote a song "a night-mooring near maple bridge", which has been passed down through the ages.
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Such stories tell us that we should have a little black humor in dealing with life.
If Zhang Ji hadn't experienced the Anshi Rebellion, if he hadn't just arrived in Gusu City, if there was no midnight bell, if there was no fishing fire on the river, maybe there wouldn't be such a night berth near Fengqiao, and maybe Zhang Ji, a celebrity, was just an unknown person in history.
Maybe he can "see all the Chang 'an flowers in one day when the spring breeze is proud", but it may not be comparable to the wind and frost of the moon setting and chicken crowing for thousands of years.
Perhaps loneliness is the best midwife for literati?
After thousands of years of wind and frost, what people can remember is not the red tape that praises and praises, nor the trumpeter who advocates prosperity and whitewashes peace that rulers like.
What people remember is precisely the loneliness of Liu Sanbian's "talented poets are born in white"; "Where to wake up tonight? Yang Liuan's Xiao Feng Canyue is free and easy; Or Li Bai, "Laugh and watch the sky go out, are we Artemisia people?" Wang Xizhi with bare breasts; It was Zhang who gave the eternal sigh that "the people are suffering, but the people are suffering". Che Tuo, Ma Xiaoxiao, each of you has a bow and an quiver on his belt, and my parents and wife will go to bid farewell until the dust will bury Chang 'an Bridge.
People will never be great because of flattery, nor will they be small because of loss and humbleness.
Fate is the strangest thing in the world, and you never know what you will meet at the next corner.
Forrest Gump will say that life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get.
What's the story of flatterer? Xie Jinhuo became a forgiver, the spokesman of the emperor, the eyes and ears of the authorities, and helped Judy usurp the throne and whitewash the peace. It can be said that he has made great achievements, but once he is hated, he can only "get drunk and accidentally freeze to death in the snow."
In the history of China, most literati were helpless. Some people "wrote the lyrics", while others "are proud of the spring breeze".
But for history, everyone is just a small wave in the long river of history. What is the real legacy of thousands of years of history?
The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes. Success or failure turns empty, Qingshan is still there, how many times will the sunset be red?
How many stories of vicissitudes and helplessness have been told by a Linjiang fairy. Although history has been ups and downs, people's hearts have remained unchanged for thousands of years. Although the long river of history is rolling forward, people just live on the banks of the river. So after reading Qian Fan, all I want is inner peace.
Now that a thousand years have passed, pain, loneliness, sadness and helplessness have all weathered with time. Snowflakes are still falling in Zhong Nanshan, and Hanshan Temple outside Gusu is still ringing at midnight. The poems left by the ancients are still sung today. At that time, the helplessness and pain could not be exchanged for the free and easy, but after a thousand years, it became the wine of memories, and the things precipitated by history were insignificant.
Hanshan Temple was not originally called Hanshan Temple.
During the period of Tian Liang Prison (502-519), a Buddhist temple was built outside Gusu, originally named "Miaoli Pingta" and later renamed as Qiao Feng Temple. The name Hanshan comes from a person.
Let's talk about a famous case-solving:
Hanshan asked, Hanshan asked, "What should the world do if it slanders me, deceives me, humiliates me, laughs at me, despises me, hates me and cheats me?"
Picked it up: "Just put up with him, let him, let him, avoid him, put up with him, respect him, ignore him, stay a few more years and see him."
Hanshan is an eccentric monk. Almost all monasteries were offended by him. The monks thought he was crazy. Hanshan doesn't argue with others, but just laughs and wanders around. Later, alms came to Xiaoguo Temple. In the National Assembly Temple, a monk named Pika is cooking. Pickup saw that Hanshan was starving, so he found him something to eat.
Hanshan said, "The book is not weak at all, and the official is too bad." "Calligraphy and articles are good, but the appearance is not correct enough, and there is no official position. This is a slogan left by the imperial examination in the Tang Dynasty. Officials must be handsome. This is luxury, beauty, inhumanity and unfairness. " What measures are important, when to go to the provincial south hospital. I'm in my thirties, and I've chosen it four or five times. There is no green flag in the schoolbag, but there is a yellow paper roll in the basket. I dare not go back to the restaurant for a while. "Hanshan was defeated many times, and finally he had no face to return to his hometown, stayed in the capital and became a wanderer." I used to be rich, but now I am poor. ""Wave line rosefinch street, the soles of the shoes. "Brother blame him, his wife ignored him. In this world, he can't get the future, and he has cut off human relations. The whole world collapsed and life was in a desperate situation. With a painful memory, I traveled all over the world and finally chose to live alone in the mountains.
The monk who was picked up turned out to be an orphan picked up by the abbot. His name is Pickup, and he has been lonely since he was a child. So, two people, admiring each other, became good friends and became monks and chefs in the temple together.
Therefore, legitimate business has never been used for business.
Two incompetent cooks talk about metaphysics every day and become bosom friends, so the monk who doesn't want to be a cook is not a good poet, but he has made great progress in poetry.
Later, Hanshan came to Suzhou, lived on tea, and finally died in Qiao Feng poetry.
Hanshan bosom friend, picked up the monk, traveled to Japan.
Of course, what everyone didn't expect was that after Japan was picked up, it quickly became a generation of grandmasters with great influence. There are not only "temple picking" but also "Hanshan Temple" in Japan.
Hanshan has also become a cultural idol of Japan, and their poems have also become the most famous "Hanshan Poems" in the history of Japanese literature.
Culture influences each other. After Hanshan became famous in Japan, Japanese scholars came to the Tang Dynasty to look for Hanshan's poems and traces, and people in the Tang Dynasty began to pay attention to and study Hanshan.
The lonely Qiaofeng Temple in Hanshan was also renamed Hanshan Temple, and night parking near Hanshan Temple and Fengqiao became popular in Japan.
After the Tang Dynasty, Hanshan's thoughts and poems spread to Japan more and more, which had a far-reaching impact on Japan's politics, society, religion, art, aesthetics, commerce and other fields. He became a China native who had the greatest influence on Japanese culture.
It is no exaggeration to say that Hanshan has influenced Japanese culture for a thousand years and is still "alive" in contemporary Japan.
What is even more ridiculous is that Hanshan not only influenced Japanese culture, but also became the spiritual idol of the "beat generation" in the United States in the 1950s and 1960s.
1953, gary snyder, an American poet, was shocked when he learned about Hanshan Mountain in Japan, forming a strong impression. From then on, he began to translate Hanshan's poems, which were translated into English and French, accepted by young readers and popular in the West for some time.
It coincides with the rise of the "Beat School" movement in the United States, and Hanshan's poems have become "spiritual food" for hippies and punks who are "as crazy as epilepsy".
Robert Kern, an American scholar, once recalled: "In the context at that time, Cold Mountain, written by Snyder, a poet and hermit of Crazy Mountain in the Tang Dynasty, became a' defeated' hero and a pioneer of counter-culture."
Davidson said Hanshan became a "symbol of opposition". Hanshan poetry is also very popular in Europe. from
The "Beat Movement" in the 1950s and 1960s has continued to this day, and American academic circles have always been enthusiastic about Hanshan culture.
In 1990s, Cold Mountain, a novel by American novelist charles fraser, quoted the poem "Men ask the way to cold mountain/cold mountain: there is no direct path" on the title page of the novel.
This novel was made into a classic film Cold Mountain in 2003.
Without Hanshan's unhappy life, there would be no popular Hanshan Ci, and there would be no later Hanshan Temple. Without Hanshan Temple, there would be no midnight bell, and there would be no ignorance of the road ahead.
A thousand years ago, a night stop near Fengqiao seemed to be just a sad heart full of frustration in scientific research. Finally, I found out that it was one absurd drama after another, which people could not change no matter how many years passed.
Hundreds of years after the demise of the Tang Dynasty.
A scholar named Jin Shengtan and 100 scholars gathered in the Confucius Temple to mourn the emperor shunzhi. The governor ordered the arrest, and reported it to the students in Beijing on charges of advocating chaos and resisting taxes, and jointly examined it in Jiangning, tortured it and beheaded it for treason.
Jin Shengtan knows the black humor of life very well.
The jailer thought that his master would reveal the secrets of treasures handed down from ancient times or earth-shattering events and serve him with pen and ink. But I didn't expect the master's "dying thing" to be humorous.
Jin Shengtan pointed to the food given by the jailer and said, "Peanuts and dried beancurd are chewed together and taste like walnuts. If you get this skill, you will die without regret! "
When he arrived at the execution ground, he rolled out two paper balls from Jin Shengtan's ear. The executioner opened it doubtfully: one is the word "goodness" and the other is the word "pain".
Who says the value of life must be fame and fortune? What does it matter who is good or bad after 1000 years? Only the bell of Hanshan Temple still rings on time.