Over the past two weekends, I happened to watch the CCTV documentary "Traveling with Tang Poems" in a hotel in Chengdu. I felt it was worth recommending. Among the five episodes broadcast, poet Xichuan was the first to appear and lead the interpretation of Du Fu's "Jianghu", scholar Li Bo approached Wang Wei's "Chang'an", Yang Yu went to Cen Shen's "frontier fortress", and writers Han Songluo and The calligrapher Lu Dadong is not well known. The two of them tried to explore Li Bai's "fairy mountain" and Meng Haoran's "old friend" respectively.
When traveling with Tang poetry, one cannot avoid Chang'an. Most of the poets had expected to come to Chang'an to seek fame. However, rice in the capital was expensive, and the emperor's relatives were at the feet of the emperor. Poems were often just for decoration, and poets The satisfaction and comfort we can get in Chang'an may be limited. Giving money back to the mountains and rivers is already the best treatment. If they fail in their career, sending love to the mountains and rivers may be a more suitable destination for poets. Under the harsh conditions of Liangzhou, the poets of the Tang Dynasty traveled all over the country, even surpassing many literati in today's high-speed rail era. The famous mountains, rivers and rugged ravines visited by poets more than a thousand years ago, whether Meng Haoran visited the wild geese or Cen Shen visited the frontiers, most people today can only sigh: There is a vast sea of ??poems that have not been read, and the road can only be traveled by accident.
Since ancient times, there have been many poets who hate fate, and there are also wealthy poets. However, the works that lament in frustration and cry out for transcendence seem to be more popular and can be passed down through the ages. Li Du's article is here, and his glory will last forever. The young Li Bai was full of pride and went out to Sichuan with a sword, but in his old age Du Fu dragged his family from Long to Shu. Xichuan said that Du Fu Thatched Cottage gave the city of Chengdu its soul. The four years of living in Chengdu were a rare and comfortable time for the poet in his wandering life. Although there are only a few thatched huts, and Jiao'er kicked out the thin quilt torn, there are still times when the spring night is rainy and the mood is high. Chengdu can be regarded as accepting the tired poet, and the poet has illuminated Jincheng for thousands of years.
Although he is also a fan of poets, Bai Wuyi is a scholar. He is always wary of himself and cannot use scholars as his benchmark for survival. Just after the Spring Festival in 2010, I was invited by a classmate Liu who was doing well to come to Chengdu for the first time. The rented office was near the thatched cottage, so I wrote a poem: "The dreamer in Lotte's hometown will stay temporarily by the thatched cottage. . Inviting Governor Liu from thousands of miles away will lead to many changes in life." Human experience often has multiple variations involuntarily. The company's product is an inverter, and Mr. Liu is the southwest regional director with annual sales of over 100 million. He can be regarded as an important feudal governor stationed by the company.
For ten years, I have been stumbling in the sales of inverters. There is no wolf in the business world. Occasionally, if I lose my mind, I will fall into the trap of a naive scholar. Liu Taishou has already hung up his boots. I went to study in Jielu. Many people don't understand his resolute choices and changes of direction in middle age. As the most familiar childhood friends, we ran together in the fields of Weibei, chatted and argued about national affairs together when he was briefly studying in Xi'an, listened to Zheng Zhihua together in the university dormitory of his wooden loft in Shanghai, and later in Chengdu, Together in Beijing------My love for Master Meng is known all over the world. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as good as Wang Lun's love for me------The friendship between men in the Tang Dynasty seems to be more profound. Today, in addition to interests, people It seems that there are few particularly pure and selfless Guan Bao acquaintances. I often think about how to understand, how to interpret, and how to continue the tacit understanding and silent care deep in the hearts of people from childhood to middle age. I am still moving forward amidst the hustle and bustle. Every time I come to Chengdu, although it is always for projects, I can’t help but feel some emotion when I look back on the half-year stay near the thatched cottage ten years ago.
When I saw Meng Haoran going to Yandang Mountain on TV today, I also remembered that in May 1999, I stood on the train alone for almost 20 hours, traveling from Shaanxi to Hangzhou and Wenzhou to a school at the foot of Yandang Mountain in Yueqing Teach. The school is surrounded by mountains. In early summer, the weather is changeable. It is somewhat disappointing to be in a strange environment that is completely different from the northwest. At that time, the era of mobile phones is about to come, and communication by letter will become a thing of the past. "The fog is deep, the lights are dim, and people can't sleep listening to the rain by the window. I want to write down my thoughts but can't say anything, and suddenly I think about why I went to Jiangnan!" I wrote these words in the textbook in the dormitory on the second floor.
During this tense period of the epidemic, I went to Chengdu again, and the results of the project were still unknown. Because of a program about Tang poetry, the poet’s displacement caused him to think of a few ordinary Qin people who were homeless. I feel emotional, but I can’t help myself.
Today’s materials are abundant, but the color of life is too single. Ordinary life also needs to be reminisced. A month ago, I returned to Huayin after a long absence. On the bank of the Wei River, I looked southward and saw the majestic mountains of Huashan. So I followed the steps of the Tang Dynasty and wrote a poem to express my feelings: "It is too beautiful to look at it, but suddenly it is frost-stained." Yan. The green hills never grow old, and the return is no longer a youth. "It is just a comparison of the great poets' continuous confrontation with nothingness in hardships and hardships, and reflects on every day that they have not danced, and every bit of it is a betrayal of life. The efforts of ordinary passers-by to wake up are also worthy of being preserved.
2021-11-28 at Chengdu Rongcheng Hotel (formerly Shaanxi Guild Hall)