When we meet, we always guard against swords, but suddenly you are the first to laugh at me.
The grass is always moistened by drizzle, but the flowers are cold in the spring breeze when they want to spread.
The clouds in the world are not worth mentioning, and they are not eaten as a high-altitude mountain forest.
-"Drinking and Pei Di" Wang Wei
Wang Wei's poetic style is usually quiet, quiet, clear and natural. This poem shows us a different Wang Wei, a depressed and resentful Wang Wei. Probably related to his bumpy official career: he was demoted to Jeju for "dancing the yellow lion" shortly afterwards, and the Anshi Rebellion was forced to assume a false post for An Lushan. Most of Wang Wei's happy life in the second half of his life is healing.
Have a drink first and calm down. Human feelings are as unpredictable as waves. If you have a bosom friend and you have known him all your life, don't trust him. When it's your turn, you'd better press the hilt. If your good friend is proud of himself and rises to the top, if you expect him to promote you, it will only make you laugh. Be an unremarkable grass and let the drizzle moisten it, but be an early spring flower, which will inevitably be blown off by the cold wind. Everything in the world is illusory, so why care? Eat more and drink more!
At that time, Wang Wei should have been betrayed by his friends and his career was disappointing. Why else would he be so desperate? Perhaps it is because he experienced a lot and tasted all kinds of life that he became "Shi Fo". His poems have an ethereal feeling and are full of Zen.
Later generations commented on Wang Wei as follows: "This kind of life experience and attitude, which is half-Confucianism and half-interpretation, is bound to cause huge psychological contradictions, just like a blue pond stopping water, so it is appropriate to be calm and calm; But looking up at the high valley, I am still flying around and stunned. "
People who used to be bosom friends cannot trust each other. It's really shocking and chilling to think about it. Writing here, I suddenly remembered a sentence in a text "Pearl Bird" I learned when I was a child (the title should be remembered correctly): trust can often create a beautiful realm. The picture shows a round pearl bird sleeping on the author's shoulder and licking its mouth. Must be dreaming!
This simple trust, how precious.