Wangjianglou belongs to Chengdu scenic spots and historical sites, Sichuan classical gardens, national key cultural relics protection units and China famous gardens. It has three characteristics: the Ming and Qing architecture represented by Wangjianglou, the remains of Xue Tao, a poetess in the Tang Dynasty, and all kinds of exotic bamboos are planted in the garden.
I entered the south gate from the new Jiuyan Bridge. Walking into the garden, there are bamboo forests, which are different from other tourist attractions surrounded by green trees. Wangjianglou is completely in the ocean of bamboo. This is the park with the largest variety of bamboo in Asia, and it is also the most beautiful place for bamboo collection and arrangement. Bamboo corridors are everywhere, a green world.
Wang Anshi's Ode to Bamboo: Born thin and compassionate, the older you get, the more rigid you become. I once shared the rain and dew with Artemisia selengensis, and finally sought the frost with pine and cypress. Zheng Banqiao's Bamboo Stone: I insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are breaking rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
As one of the four gentlemen, bamboo is like a pen of rafters, writing the integrity and modesty between heaven and earth with life and youth; Leaves are like kingfishers in Song Ci, pecking pointy and holding eternal spring; Bamboo shoots dream of clouds, stick their heads out from the rocks and grass, and kiss the bright sunshine when they were young. Countless people with lofty ideals, Dan Qing Jie Jun, take this as their sustenance, or sing or chant.
Deep in the bamboo forest, some people are playing erhu, others are playing Tai Chi, and they look carefree and detached. A diabolo team and a Hua Gun team are rehearsing in the open space. Everyone is dancing, laughing, breathing fresh air and enjoying the comfort of sports. Funan River is nearby. The river is clear, surrounded by weeping willows, and egrets fly in the sparkling sunshine.
I'm playing in Pipamen Lane, where I sing bamboo songs, and I want to enter Xuetao Cultural Relics Reserve.
Xue Tao, the word Hongdu. Born in Chang 'an, she lived in Shu in the mid-Tang Dynasty, and was a talented woman for soil and water conservation in Tianfu. She is gifted and intelligent. She knew the melody when she was eight or nine years old, and she could recite and read. Together with Liu Yuchun, Yu and Yu, they are called the four great female poets in the Tang Dynasty. Together with Zhuo Wenjun, Mrs. Hua Rui and Huang Li, they are called the four talented women in Sichuan.
Xue Tao was an inventor, and Xue Tao's notes were handed down from generation to generation. Art paper was made by soaking Rouge wood and mashing it into slurry, adding mica powder and infiltrating it into well water. The air-dried paper has loose patterns. The world says: South China Classic, Xiang Rufu, Ban Guwen, Shi, Xue, You Juntie, Shaoling Poetry, Dharma Painting and Qu Sao are all unique in ancient and modern times.
Xue Tao's personality, lofty ambition, poetic, elegant and upright. He wrote more than 500 poems in his life. Jinjiang Collection was handed down from generation to generation, but it was lost in Yuan Dynasty. There are 48,000 Complete Tang Poems, including 81 poems by Xue Tao, which is the highest among female poets in the Tang Dynasty.
At the age of eight, my father once recited two poems on the topic of "chanting Wu Tong": "The imperial court divided into an ancient tung and shrugged into the clouds"; Xue Tao replied: "Branches welcome birds in the north and south, and leaves supply air." . In addition to being surprised at her talent, her father thought it was an unknown omen that her daughter would be reduced to a dusty woman who welcomed her. Xue Tao's duality seems to foretell the fate of her life.
Xue Tao was originally a eunuch's daughter, but because her father Xue Yun was short of money, she didn't have enough to eat, so she was implicated, lost in music, and finally became an official prostitute. Wei Gao, the envoy of the southern tour, got this pearl, called him into the palace to give a banquet and write poems, and asked him to write a ghost. At that time, it was called "girls' school book", and today it is called "female secretary". With gratitude, she entrusted herself to this man in her forties at the age of fifteen.
Later, because of the frustration of being recommended as the school principal, Xue Tao was disheartened. She didn't do well as a "girls' school book" and became a "social butterfly". In order to meet her, dignitaries sent money for delivery, which was really a hit and the scenery was infinite.
Wei Gao dislikes Xue Tao more and more and is jealous. In a rage, he reduced Xue Tao from an official prostitute to a camp prostitute and sent him to Songzhou as a sergeant. What an embarrassing experience this is. Rough ravages suffocate Xue Tao in despair.
In desperation, I wrote Li Shishi for Wei Gao. These ten poems compare themselves to dogs, pens, horses, parrots, swallows, pearls, fish, eagles, bamboo and mirrors, and compare Wei Gao to the owner, hands, stables, cages, nests, palms, pools, arms, pavilions and platforms on which he relies. It is only because dogs bite relatives and friends, pens run out, famous ponies surprise Yu Lang, parrots open their mouths, swallow mud and sweat pillows, pearls are slightly flawed, fish play hibiscus, eagles rush into the clouds, bamboo shoots drill through walls, and mirrors fall off dust, which causes their owners' unhappiness and disgust.
There are regrets, complaints and no love for Wei Gao. Wei Gao later recalled Xue Tao. At this time, Xue Tao saw the capricious face of powerful people and asked Wei Gao to "resign", but Wei Gao disagreed. Later, Wei died suddenly when he was over sixty-one. This year, Xue Tao was thirty-five.
At the age of 42, Xue Tao fell in love with a man for the first time, that is, Yuan Zhen, a poet eleven years younger than her. "Once the sea is difficult for water, amber forever. Lazy looking back at flowers, half the sky is repaired, and half the sky is a gentleman. " This is his poem. There is infinite infatuation and loyalty in the poem, but in reality he is an out-and-out amorous playboy.
At first, Xue Tao only responded to Yuan Zhen with professional mentality and appearance, but when they talked for the first time, Xue Tao suddenly felt unprecedented shock and passion. She secretly told herself that this man was her dream lover.
So everything was forgotten, and they rushed out enthusiastically, and they melted in the heat flow of love. Although Xue Tao is a dusty woman, she once belonged to the kind of senior poetess who busked and didn't sell herself. She lives between bees and butterflies, but she always leads a completely clean life. This time it's different. On the night she met Yuan Zhen, she gave herself to her beloved without reservation.
Xue Tao and Yuan Zhen lived together for more than a year, but in the end Yuan Zhen ignored Xue Tao as one of countless musicians who appreciated his poems and wine. After he went to Yangzhou, he broke off contact.
For Xue Tao, she waited all her life. Maybe Xue Tao waited for more than one Yuan Zhen. As a clever poetess, she is used to seeing all the right and wrong in joy and vanity, and naturally knows how a thin peach blossom stationery can keep the faded truth that she is obsessed with wine and color.
After Yuan Zhen left Zhongshu, Xue Tao missed it very much and wrote a famous poem "Four Spring Poems in Jinjiang" which was handed down to later generations. Ask acacia, when flowers bloom and fall. Second, if we unite, we will get to know each other; Spring sorrow is broken, and spring birds mourn again. Third, the wind and flowers will be old, and the courtesy will be ethereal; If you are not United, you will be United. Fourth, full of flowers, into two acacia; Hosta hangs in the mirror, and Chunfeng knows this.
At first, it was just worrying acacia and expectation, expecting lovers to renew their old feelings; However, with spring gone, the news faded, and Xue Tao became more and more disappointed. She even looked at the clouds in the sky, the weeping willows on the river bank and the spring flowers in the yard, all of which became the image of Yuan Zhen, telling the pain of leaving love.
In his later years, after Xue Tao retired, he built a poem-chanting building in the outer suburbs of Chengdu, which is the origin of today's poem-chanting building, and has been making exquisite powder notes by the stream, which is now Xue Taojing. Until Tang Wenzong Taihe died in five years. At the age of 62, I died alone. Xue Tao's grave is in the east of Wangjiang Park, on the bank of Jinjiang River.
Xue Tao's body is everywhere in the park. Xue Taoting, imagine that it should be the place where Xue Tao looks at water lilies in the water. Biji Garden must be the place where Xue Tao drinks tea and chats with friends. Yinshilou and Wangjianglou are places where Xue Tao and his literary friends meet.
A wisp of fragrant soul disappears, and this is the last burial place. And talent and poetry are still in full bloom after thousands of years.
I walked, sat, looked at Xue Tao's place and repeated the same action. I looked at the trajectory of Xue Tao's life, the graveyard where she retired after her death, and felt her distant loneliness still flowing in time and space.
Such a smart, versatile and beautiful woman was just a duckweed drifting with the flow. Love is just a pink spring dream. When I woke up, I only saw the residual red on the ground and my face was messy.
Fortunately, there are poems. In the sea of bamboo, listening to the rustling yellow leaves, watching the water lilies dodging under the wind and rain, and watching the rolling water of Funan River, Xue Tao described happiness, sadness, missing and disappointment.
Xue Tao had a rough life and gloomy love. Fortunately, God has taken away so much, and there is always something good left. Because of her poems, she has not been overwhelmed by history, but has gained generations of understanding, compassion, respect and admiration for her descendants.
Walking on the bamboo and stone road, I am not afraid of the passage of rhyme for the first time, and my face is old. Life is only a hundred years, in the long river of years, that is, a moment. Don't care about what you get in the end, just ask what you can leave.
On the second floor of Wangjiang Building, there is a satellite in charge of the imperial examination. Absolutely linked with the world: Wangjiang Tower, Wangjiang River, Wangjiang River on Wangjiang Tower, the river flows through the ages, and the river tower is eternal. Attract countless heroes to compete.
Who will be the next wizard?