This year, he is sixty-five years old.
He set out from this remote place in Danzhou and planned to return to Changzhou for the aged.
Travel-stained, all the way through difficulties and obstacles.
When passing through Zhenjiang, I visited Jinshan Temple and saw my portrait still there. Deeply moved by the past, I began to write a portrait of Jinshan:
My heart is like ash, and my body is like not tying a boat.
Ask your occupation, Danzhou, Huizhou, Huangzhou.
No one would have thought that when this poem was written, the great poet, who is famous all over the world and has been wandering all his life, was only two months away from his death.
Twenty-four words highly summarized his life, including self-mockery and self-modesty.
Huangzhou, Huizhou and Danzhou, where he was demoted, almost spent his prime, middle age and twilight years.
Some people say that Su Dongpo was either demoted or on the road of being demoted all his life.
Reading his poems, we can trace back the road he walked, the mountains he swam, the clouds he saw and the rain he saw.
When I opened the book and wandered in Su Xian's poetic world, I encountered a lot of rain.
Different places, different moods, different wind and rain smells, filled with different tastes of life.
Huangzhou: misty rain is a lifetime.
At the age of 42, a Wutai poetry case sent Su Dongpo to prison.
Fortunately, he survived and was banished to Huangzhou.
Huangzhou, a quiet, rainy and dark place, is not a livable city.
For Su Dongpo, he may be called every dark cloud has a ray of hope. Here, he can follow his idol Tao Yuanming and live a self-reliant pastoral life.
He led his family to build houses, dig wasteland, build dams, dig fish ponds, plant saplings and grow vegetables, and farmers lived a busy life.
In his spare time, he also studies food, creates Dongpo meat and improves food for his family.
He also built a house on a snowy day and named it Tang Xue.
The local prefect respected the great writer and gave him a high position, saying that "there are no ten steps on the river, and the wind and rain are changeable."
Whenever I have nothing to do, I just lie in the pavilion, slightly drunk. Look at the clouds coming and going, the river flowing and feeling the beauty of heaven and earth. This is really a great pleasure in life.
In the spring of the fifth year of Yuanfeng, that is, in the third year of coming to Huangzhou, one day, Su Dongpo went out with his friends.
When they came to a place called Husha Lake, the wind and rain suddenly came, and the people in the same group felt very embarrassed because they had become a drowned rat.
Only Su Dongpo doesn't think so, and always takes it in stride.
After the rain clears, the spirit comes into being. He wrote a poem "Dingfengbo":
Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of?
A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time.
Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.
The mind is not free, and we can't live in the present, which makes us miss many scenery.
If the heart is not a form of service, if the realm is created by the heart, there will be different realms.
The spring rain in Huangzhou reminds me of two poems by Wang Guozhen:
"The heart is clear, the rain is clear, and the heart rain is rainy."
Whether it is wind or rain, it will last a lifetime, which is Su Dongpo's calmness and optimism after surpassing the times.