Brief introduction of Wang Zhihuan:
Wang Zhihuan was born in Jinyang in 688 AD, with the courtesy name Ji Ling. He was a famous poet during the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. Wang Zhihuan had a very bold and unrestrained personality throughout his life, and often acted by himself. Practice swordplay and sing some sad songs at home.
Some of the poems he wrote were often used to make songs by some musicians at that time. Wang Zhihuan was once famous during the Tang Dynasty, and he often composed poems and sang poems with Gao Shi, Wang Changling and others. .
Wang Zhihuan is very good at describing poems about the phoenix light on the border. His representative works include "Ascend the Yellow Bird Tower" and "Liangzhou Ci" and other poems, which are widely praised by people.
In Wang Zhihuan's early years, his family moved from Bingzhou to Jiangzhou. He once served as the registrar of Hengshui in Jizhou and married the third daughter of the magistrate of Hengshui.
Because Wang Zhihuan was slandered by some villains at that time, he resigned from his official position and returned to his hometown to live in seclusion. Later, after he came back, he served as the county captain of Wen'an. On February 24, 742 AD, Wang Zhihuan was ill. He died in his own residence at the age of fifty-five.
Extended information:
After Wang Zhihuan came to Wen'an and took office, he often visited various places in private to understand the sufferings of the people. In the spring of this year, he came to the lotus pond next to the long embankment. He saw the beautiful scenery here, the green water, and the weeping willows on the long embankment. He liked this place very much, wrote several poems, and still didn't want to leave.
Wang Zhihuan came to the lotus pond, and somehow Ding Qing found out about it. He was very happy, dressed up specially, and came to see Wang Zhihuan. When he got to the shore, he immediately saw an elegant and elegant man standing on the shore admiring the haze and the scenery. He learned from a tourist next to him that this person was Wang Zhihuan.
He walked forward happily and bowed down. Wang Zhihuan was startled. After a closer look, he saw that he was a handsome young man dressed in civilian clothes and whom he had never met before. He blinked and thought for a moment and said, Boy, you got the wrong person.
No, Ding Qing grinned. Ding Qing bowed again and said: My name is Ding Qing. I heard that my husband likes to drink and recite poems. I am a reckless person in the mountains and I usually like it very much. Your poem, I also want to see you. This time I heard that you arrived at Sujiaqiao. I wanted to invite you to my humble residence, but I was afraid that you would not come. So after saying that, I paid my respects.
Wang Zhihuan could see from Ding Qing's honest eyes that this young man was eager to learn, so he happily responded: "Okay, let's come to your house and have a look. Okay, sir, please come with me." After a while, the two came to Ding Qing's home. Wang Zhihuan looked up: there were overgrown weeds, and the bamboo poles around were covered with various fishing nets. Roosters were crowing and dogs were barking. Under a big tree, there was a low room. A short thatched house.
Walking into the house, the walls were empty, and Wang Zhihuan couldn't help but sigh. When he learned that Ding Qing's parents were dead and he was alone, diligent and studious, he quickly fell in love with this young man. The two sat on a tree stump and chatted freely.
When it was almost noon, Ding Qing took out a pot of old cellar wine and prepared several plates of vegetables and game. Ding Qing raised his glass and said to Wang Zhihuan: Mr. Wang, there is no hospitality in the wilderness. Don’t be offended. . Wang Zhihuan did not refuse, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said affectionately: You are a very honest young man. I like you very much. Let's make friends.
Ding Qing never expected that Wang Zhihuan, a dignified county captain and a world-famous poet, would make friends with a poor fisherman like himself. He excitedly held Wang Zhihuan's hand, and tears rolled down his face. On Wang Zhihuan's sleeve, the two drank and chatted. Due to the fatigue of the past few days, Wang Zhihuan fell asleep in a daze.
As the sun sets over the western mountains, neighbors return from fishing. A large group of people poured into Ding Qing's house. With rice, wild vegetables, and fresh fish in his hands, the table in Ding Qing's house was filled up in no time. An old man, still reciting Wang Zhihuan's poems, appeared at the door: Mr. Wang, you care about us poor people, and we poor people also miss you.
When Wang Zhihuan saw this scene, he was very excited and said: I came to Wen'an, and I feel ashamed that I have no achievements. I am sorry to the villagers. That night, Wang Zhihuan stayed at Ding Qing's house and was greeted by Ding Qing and the villagers. of warm hospitality. In the early morning of the next day, Wang Zhihuan climbed up to the Wanliu Golden Embankment and looked south at the vast lake. The sun and water, the scenery and the beautiful scenery were all in his sight. He couldn't help but become inspired by poetry. Ding Qing was reluctant to see him off.
Wang Zhihuan was so moved that he wrote a quatrain in "Yanyan Ci": The spring water of Changdi is green and long, and it flows into the Zhang River. Don't listen to the voices urging you to go to the boat. There are no boats in the shallows of Peach Creek. It expresses the feeling of farewell, which is sincere and touching. Wang Zhihuan's boat was far away. He turned around and saw Ding Qing and the villagers still standing on the shore, waving to him.
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