Qinghuan
When I was a teenager, I read a poem by Su Shi and liked it very much. I can recite it:
The drizzle is slightly cold, the light smoke is bright and the sun is shining, and the time to enter Huaiqingluo is getting longer and longer.
Snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon light, and Artemisia capillaris shoots to try spring vegetables. Human taste is pure happiness.
Su Shi wrote beside this inscription: "On December 24th, the seventh year of Yuanfeng, he traveled to Nanshan with Liu Shu of Sizhou". It turns out that Su Shi and his friends went to the suburbs to play, drank a little snow foam milk wine from Nanshan, accompanied by Polygonum hydropiper, chrysanthemum, bamboo shoots in Hsinchu and the buds of weeds in Shan Ye in spring, and then praised themselves.
At that time, I can deeply remember this sentence, mainly because I love the latter sentence, because the ordinary pleasure of trying wild vegetables makes the world more delicious. What is "Qing Huan"? Qing Huan is almost difficult to translate, which can be said to be "light joy". This faint joy does not come from other places, but from the love of calm, sparse and simple life. When a person can taste the fragrance of wild vegetables better than the delicacy of mountains and seas, or see a more attractive taste than diamonds in the stones by the roadside, or be moved more by the sound of birds singing in the forest than by the birds walking in cages, and even realize that a quiet pot of oolong tea can cleanse the soul more than a noisy dinner ... these are all "pure joys".
Qing Huan is good because it has no desire for life, does not stress material conditions, and only pays attention to the taste of the soul. The realm of "Qing Huan" is very high, which is different from Li Bai's self-exile: "Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take a fishing boat". Or "Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he likes, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty!" "
That kind of fun. It is also different from Du Fu's kind of "people are merciful and make a tearful wish that she will be as eternal as flowers and flowing water" or "friends are hard to meet, as for the stars in the morning and evening; Tonight is a rare event, * * * this candle "that kind of helpless sigh.
We live in this world, and there are thousands of lives in Qian Qian. Wen Tianxiang's motto is "Who hasn't died in life since ancient times? We can easily appreciate his fierce ambition. " . Ouyang Xiu wrote, "Life is infatuated with love, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance." We can understand his constant love and hate. Nalan Xingde said that "people are sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental", so it is not difficult for us to understand his helpless sadness. Even Rainbow Guowei's "Life is like the wind, happiness is sporadic, sadness is sporadic, and they are all connected with rivers", we can still know our deep feelings about the impermanence of life.
But Qing Huan is difficult!
Especially those who live in modern times, there is almost no happiness.
What does Qing Huan mean? We want to take a good walk by the roadside, but the sound of human voices and cars keeps whistling by, and there are almost no pure quiet moments in the day.
It is almost impossible for us to go to the restaurant and want to eat some light side dishes. Too much oil, too much sauce, too much salt and monosodium glutamate have become the biggest characteristics of Chinese food. Sometimes we are afraid of being so greasy, and we specially invite the chef to cook a dish for nothing, but when it is served, it is shocking because there is more salad dressing on it than on it.
Sometimes we have nothing to do but have a cup of tea and coffee with our friends. Unfortunately, we are in the mood and have friends, but we can't find a place. Places with tea and coffee are always noisy, so it is difficult to find a place where you can enjoy the scenery while drinking tea.
There is no happiness in the secular world, so go to the mountains and the seaside! However, the hillside and the sea Mae are not pure. Wherever people's footprints go, there will be rubbish, stench and noise!
I used to go to several places, such as Baiyun Mountain Villa in Yangming Mountain, where I called a pot of orchid tea overlooking the high-rise buildings and human desires piled up in Taipei Basin, so that I could drink tea alone. For example, there is a small lake on the hillside between Beitou and Yangmingshan. There is a stall selling congou tea, a small coffee table and a cane chair by the lake. I drove alone, walked across the stone path, called for a pot of tea, and leaned quietly on the couch. Sometimes the lotus flowers in the lake will bloom, which is really amazing. Once I went with my friends, they drank tea quietly on the couch, and I couldn't say a few words in the afternoon. At that time, I thought, this is probably "the taste of the world is joy."
Now I can't go to either of these places, and going there will only make me sad. It's not the lotus in the lake, it's a floating soda can, and Chi Pan can't lie still, because there are more people and less grass, and the slate has been trampled. On holidays, it is difficult not to push others away, let alone sit down and have a cup of tea. If you're less lucky, you'll meet a wild one who whizzes by, and young people who bring backup singers to dance. At that time, all the senses will go out, not to mention happiness, not even happiness.
It's getting harder and harder to find happiness every day.
When I was a student, I had a friend who lived at the foot of Zhonghe Yuantong Temple. I often go to him by car, and the two of them walk along the stone steps up the mountain without speed, sitting, stopping and watching.
At that time, Zhu Jin flowers were growing in disorder on both sides of the stone steps of the mountain road in Yuantong Temple. Along the way, we picked a ripe Zhu Jinhua, sucked the dew at the bottom of the flower, sweet as honey, fragrant as honey, and gently contained the taste of a flower, which made us feel a kind of happiness that only spring can have.
Yuantong Temple is a temple made of solid stone. Those black and solid stones are located in the mountains, just like an immortal castle. Shaded by green trees and breezy, we stood in the front yard paved with slate and looked at this growing town. At that time, the temples were clear and quiet, which made people feel that it was the joy of life to walk such a high mountain road and look at the distance from that platform.
Later my friend got married and went abroad. I went to Yuantong Temple. The mountain road has been opened, cars can drive around the mountain, and few people walk on the small mountain road. Just at the entrance of the temple, there are vendors, one is a robot horse for children to ride, and the children's songs that are jabbering are shaking halfway up the mountain. There are two sausage stalls, and the white smoke from baking sausages floats to the giant Buddha in the ancient temple. There was a mother who beat two children because she wouldn't let them eat sausages. The fierce crying was sharp and urgent ... I didn't even enter the gate of Yuantong Temple, so I silently turned and left. The mountain is still the original mountain and the temple is still the original temple. Why does it feel completely different? Did you lose anything? What is lost is Qing Huan.
The mood of going down the mountain is unbearable. When I think of my lost friend, my mood is not sad, but melancholy. Floating is a sentence, a poem. The word is Li Yu's: "whose building is the tallest?" Remember that autumn is sunny. The past is empty, still like a dream! "The poem was written by Li Gou:" People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. I hate the barrier between Bishan and Bishan, and Bishan is still shrouded in twilight clouds. "At that time, it was dusk, and I really saw a miserable orange in the sunset blinded by urban smog.
At the age of twenty, when I was in a bad mood, I went riding in the riding field opposite the Youth Park. Although these horses are slow to move because of taming, they are all young, tall and smooth. If you pinch your leg hard, it will rush forward like an arrow, and the rushing wind will pass by your ear. What I remember most clearly is that when the horse was running, the fast-moving grass was blue-green, as if full of life juice. After running a few laps, all the ill feelings disappeared in the wind, in the green grass and in the roar of horses.
Especially in the winter morning, the horse stands there with white eyebrows, kicking long legs, and there is white gas in his nostrils, which can last for a long time. When the horse's breath disappears into the air, people seem to get some Xu Ya-sheng.
After riding a horse, I went for a walk in the Youth Park and walked under rows of trees. Cold and strong air wandering in the forest, you can indulge yourself, take a deep breath and taste the elements contained in the air, which is nothing more than happiness.
One day recently, I suddenly thought of riding a horse. I haven't ridden it for more than ten years. I didn't expect the time difference to the riding field in Youth Park. It turns out that there is no grass in such a large racecourse, and there is probably only one racecourse without grass in Taiwan Province Province. When the horse is running, the dust is rolling and the suffocating loess fills the air, which is dazzling. The horse is old, and its fur is mottled and dull.
The most terrible thing is that I don't know when a plastic shed was built in the racecourse, and it was paved with concrete. It is so ugly that it is full of mechanical ponies that people ride it and make a lot of noise. Why did you sacrifice this horse farm for a little profit?
I have always known the Jockey Club, and I know that people can change, but I can't understand putting the robot horse where there are real horses and there is no grass where the horses run.
The youth park opposite the racetrack is no longer a park. People are crowded and noisy than Ximending, the air is worse than cafes, the trees are withered, the grass is yellow, and the sun is not bright. When I walked through the park, I was heartbroken when I thought of this park as a teenager, let alone having a good time. This is like the "five turbulent and evil worlds" mentioned in Buddhist scriptures!
Born in this era, why is Qing Huan so hard to find? Eyes should be clear and happy, green mountains and green waters can't be found; Listen clearly, be happy, and not have harmony; The nose should be clear and pleasant, and no clean air can be found; The tongue should be clear and happy, and you can't find Artemisia annua bamboo shoots; If you want to be happy, you can't find a cool and pure land; If you want happiness, you can't find wisdom and understanding. If you want to enjoy happiness, the only way is to stay in your own small world and wash your mind, because the more material world we have, the more our faint happiness will be lost.
The happiness of modern people is to eat fried crickets in beer houses with oil smoke explosion and worrying health; Is to sing karaoke in the dark; Is to go to the countryside wild shops and casually made chicken mountain villa to drink; And doing the drama of Fangcheng in a small room, repeating the action of touching cards forever ... I think these dirty and carefree lives are happy, but it is quite sad to think of them. Why can't modern people live a happy life, but they enjoy turbidity and suffer from purity?
When a person takes pleasure in turbidity, it is difficult to appreciate the clear taste of life, but when the joy is exhausted and the turbid heart recovers, the world becomes less and less tasteless.
This reminds me of another poem by Dongpo:
Pear blossoms are light and dark green in Bai Liu, and willows are full of flowers; A melancholy snow in Donglan makes life clear!
Su Shi looked at the pear blossoms and the east column outside the railing. When catkins fly all over the city, pear blossoms bloom everywhere. The pear blossoms in Donglan, stretching out from the dark green willows, are as beautiful as snow and have a melancholy beauty. However, how many times in life can you look at such a clear and gratifying pear flower? This is the temperament of romantic figures in the past dynasties, and it is also what the painter Shan Dashi said in Sleeping in the Western Hills in the Qing Dynasty: "The more familiar a mortal is, the more resourceful he is. More wit means less elegance. " "'What's in the mountains? There are many white clouds on the ridge, so you can only appreciate them yourself, but you can't bear to give them to you. "It's a first-rate figure."
What are the top figures?
A first-class person is a person who can also appreciate the taste of the world in Qing Huan!
A first-class person is someone who can find happiness in the world!