The author of this ancient poem, whose legal name is Zhinan, is too old to be verified. Even the title of his poem has not been handed down, and later generations can only take the first sentence of the poem as the topic-"short eaves under the shadow of ancient trees."
However, compared with ordinary monks, this master Zhinan is already very lucky. Because at least there are traces of him in this world, this ancient poem can make people imagine his past. For a poet, this is enough.
Song: Zhinan ancient trees are covered with short eaves, and rattan helps me cross the east of the bridge. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
Judging from the artistic conception revealed in this poem, this poem should be written by the eminent monk of Song Dynasty in his later years. Moreover, the ideological realm among them is not comparable to that of ordinary people, and they are indifferent and indifferent. His heart is like catkins in the spring breeze. No matter which way he comes or which way he goes home, he floats in the wind between heaven and earth and takes pleasure in it.
In such a casual gesture, he floated from distant mountains and rivers in a gondola, with misty rain and breeze. I came to the rugged willow bank, carefully stepping on the moss all over the ground and walking slowly on the ancient stone steps.
The accompanying disciples gently tied the boat to the ancient tree and stopped asking questions. Let him drift in a clear water, and the ripples seem to be their footprints in the water. However, they didn't have a very clear purpose in this trip. They just let the boat drift and take them to this quiet place.
Because there is misty rain in the sky, the ground is wet and smooth. The elderly master Zhinan had to pick up a branch from the ground and use it as a crutch, walking slowly all the way. Through the dense branches and leaves of the forest, through the lovely grass. He didn't admire the scenery he saw and didn't stop. He just smiled peacefully and walked all the way across the stone bridge to the rest place in the east.
At this time, the light rain has stopped, leaving only the fresh air after the rain, filling the world. This is the most beautiful moment in the whole spring, without the chill of early spring and the sadness of late spring. Everything is just right, just like apricot flowers in front of me, and a few petals fall in the breeze, just sitting on him.
That piece of apricot blossom with spring rain is so bright and gentle. He couldn't help walking under the tree to feel the rain. Although he was soaked to the skin, he didn't care.
He once gently closed his eyes and felt the tenderness of the spring breeze in a selfless realm. The long wind, with the smell of willow trees in early spring, blew into his ears and into his heart. Let him feel the breath of life again.
As if his life, also with this spring breeze, with this spring rain, found his youthful appearance. Like a willow tree that is almost dry, it has a brand-new bud. And his heart is brand-new at this moment. The dust accumulated for many years was swept away by the spring breeze and washed away by the just spring rain.
Cycle after cycle, everything recovers, seemingly weak but full of vitality. It is the tenderness of spring rain, the call of life, and the infinite yearning in the heart of Master Zhi Nan. Although the eminent monk of the Song Dynasty left only one quatrain in his life, it was amazing for thousands of years and wrote all the tenderness of the spring rain.
And the reason why he can write such a unique poem is because he has an extraordinary sense of life. Get out of the burning of the world of mortals, and let the soul return to a natural and gentle state, without deliberately enjoying it or pursuing it excessively. This spirit, like a gentle spring rain, always moistens a person's heart, leaving him with no pain in his heart and no vicissitudes on his face. Only in this way can we find the true meaning of life and open the door to all miracles.