This is the article that gives me the most headaches since I read ancient texts.
I once complained about my dissatisfaction with the rampant chicken soup articles in a previous article. If there is any genre of literature that daunts me so much, it is probably didactic writing.
In fact, the chicken soup article is not bad. Although it is useless, there is always a little silent warmth, even if this care is mostly cloaked in pseudo-literary clothing.
This is not the case with didactic writing. If the chicken soup articles only aroused dissatisfaction, then the didactic articles aroused simply disgust.
Aversion to preaching. Whether you are the crown of high-level sermons, the poor piety that you try to cover up, or the artificial and sincere words.
Until I read "Zunjingge Ji".
This sermon surprised me somewhat and had mixed meanings. The second feeling behind the disgust without exception was an uncontrollable love that was too shy to express.
This love first comes from the author of the article, Wang Shouren. He is also known by his other title, Wang Yangming.
Ancient scholars pursued three immortalities. Wang Yangming is one of those who can be regarded as an example of moral integrity and deeds and meritorious deeds in the Ming Dynasty for more than 270 years.
There is a saying in the book world that Wang Xizhi’s words conceal his person, and Wang Yangming’s people conceal his words.
It is not only his calligraphy that has been obscured by Wang Yangming. His name is evident in the prose anthologies of later generations, including those of the eight great masters of the Yuan and Ming dynasties.
There are different opinions on the criteria for selecting articles, and the keyword literary talent is always the least controversial one. However, there are different opinions on Wang Yangming's literary talent and the literary talent shown in this "Record of Zunjing Pavilion".
Some people say that Mr. Yangming returned to simplicity in his later years, and his literary talent was no longer an important label for his writing skills.
It is true that Wang Yangming no longer cared about his career after his enlightenment in Longchang, and even the poems that best reflected his literary talent were written like ordinary people.
Indeed, "Zunjingge Ji" was written when Yuezhou was in charge. At this time, Wang Yangming, who was in mourning, had entered the final stage of his life. And the ceremonial events triggered by the new emperor's enthronement are making a fuss in distant Beijing.
I don’t know whether it’s because I’m a teenager or because I’m thinking about the readers of this article. This old man who knows his destiny and meditates quietly, and his heart is as calm as water, actually wrote "Zunjing Pavilion" in a very precise way. , the wind and water are rising.
Just like now, a well-written article always wins the most likes. At least it won eye-popping clicks. Even this brilliance is often nothing more than a title.
The number of clicks is the starting point, and the number of likes is the moment when you hit the line. The ratio of the number of likes to the number of clicks is often the brilliance of your article. What a didactic article needs first is clicks.
Wang Yangming certainly knows this truth. Therefore, he had to willingly put this article in the secular splendid coat of literary talent.
Therefore, in Mr. Yangming’s collection and in his later compositions, this somewhat alternative "Zunjingge Ji" was born. Don't forget, after all, he is the son of the number one scholar. After all, he received rigorous training in ancient Chinese prose during his enlightenment. After all, when he was young, he sang poetry with Li Mengyang and other famous first seven sons for a long time.
Therefore, when I see the parallelism and dispersion in the article blending into one seamless whole, the large parallelism that comes out but lingers, and the layer upon layer of patient and repeated reasoning, I'm not surprised at all.
Didn't even feel any discomfort.
When I was very young, I was almost madly fascinated by those dazzling and dazzling rhetorical skills, and at a later period, I was almost pathologically disgusted with these things. And now, I finally realize the fact that I far underestimated the seemingly naive writing techniques taught by these primary school Chinese teachers in class, just as I also far overestimated my own ability to master and use these techniques to write essays.
All deliberate efforts will only result in powerlessness. Feelings are like this, and writing is mostly like this. As Dongpo said, go where you should and stop when you have to.
Wang Yangming prepared carefully and went into battle. He knew that this was not a pretentious fashion show, but a sermon with strict laws.
The audience was crowded with young Confucian scholars who came here to admire his reputation.
Faced with those adoring eyes, enthusiastic eyes, hungry eyes, confused eyes, and even hesitant eyes, Mr. Yangming started speaking. His first words stirred up waves in the Confucian lake that had been silent for thousands of years.
"Everyone can be a sage."
Those sages who have been admired for thousands of generations, those saints whose faces are unclear in the smoke of incense in the Confucius Temple, you have misunderstood them for so many years. .
I want to restore the original appearance of the saint.
Saints are just mortals. What makes them different from ordinary people is that their moral integrity is often in line with their own hearts. ——Original intention.
Compassion. Shame. A heart of resignation. The heart of right and wrong.
I am here to restore the order that the world should have. ——An order consistent with the original intention.
The relationship between father and son. The righteousness of monarch and minister. The difference between husband and wife. The order of elder and younger. A letter from a friend.
Aren’t there still people who falsely accuse me of blaspheming the saints? Whether they call me "I am annotated by the Six Classics" or "I am annotated by the Six Classics", let me restore the true face of the Six Classics that have been turned over by you for more than a thousand years.
The so-called Book of Changes, which talks about the waxing and waning of yin and yang, is just a record of the contradictory changes in our hearts. The so-called Shangshu, which outlines the rules and regulations of government affairs, is nothing more than a record of the laws and regulations in our hearts. The so-called Book of Songs, which is said to sing about the hair of temperament, is just a record of the emotional songs in our hearts. The so-called Book of Rites, in terms of its orderly writing, is nothing more than a technical system of etiquette in our minds. The so-called Yue Jing, which talks about joy and peace, is just a record of the joy and peace in our hearts. The so-called Spring and Autumn Period, which talks about the distinction between sincerity and falsehood and rightness, only records the sincerity and rightness in our hearts.
I admit that I copied this paragraph from the book. Because every time I read this, I just can't help but wake up because of my mind wandering. Because the preachy tone of this endorsement made me disgustingly familiar in front of the screen. Even if he does not endorse it for a holy decree, even if he does not endorse it for a living of five buckets of rice, even if he does not endorse it for a promotion to an official position or nobility.
It’s also because I’m used to seeing too many people endorsing a piece of sacred mandate, endorsing five buckets of rice for a living, and endorsing an official promotion. If that were the case, I would pity him, understand him, and forgive him for it. If that's the only thing, I would be contemptuous at best. Despise his cowardice, despise his compromise, despise his worldliness, despise his humbleness. It's like I despise myself so much.
Rather than being annoying. Contempt makes me feel superior, but disgust only makes me hate my own inability to face reality.
To the north, the new imperial eunuchs were confronting the cabinet. Wang Yangming was only one turn away from glory and wealth.
He sat in the quiet Jishan Academy to preach, forgetting the hustle and bustle of Beijing and the noise of the world.
Mr. Wang Shouren is endorsing and preaching. He really learns and applies it with sincerity. It's not for a piece of sacred mandate, it's not for five buckets of rice to make a living, it's not for being promoted to an official position.
Under the podium, there are countless pairs of adoring eyes, enthusiastic eyes, hungry eyes, confused eyes, and even hesitant eyes.