Nanjing Cultural Geography | Wang Zhenyu: Gong Zizhen's footprints in Nanjing

Gong Zizhen biography Wang Zhenyu

Published in March 2021 by Unity Press

In the twentieth year of Daoguang, that is, in 1840, Gong Zizhen, who had resigned and returned to Jiangnan, often regretted that he did not linger in Nanjing very calmly. No official is light, and last year's year of his own life, he made up his mind to bid farewell to Jinghua and return to Jiangnan. Along the way, he was embarrassed to spew out more than three hundred miscellaneous poems from his own poetry, which was full of excitement, did not spit unhappily, and coaxed the world, paper gui Luoyang, which attracted a lot of discussion. Regardless of it, it is indeed a little physically and mentally tired. When everything was generally settled, he finally came to Jinling, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties on the banks of the Yangtze River, to watch the tiger standing on the dragon plate, stepping on the moonlight of Taicheng City, walking in ordinary alleys, visiting old friends, it was really a good time to be leisurely.

When Mr. Gong Ding'an arrived in Nanjing, he stayed in an elegant and clean little inn on the edge of Qingxi at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain. Previously, he had come to Jinling, but unfortunately, Qin Huai's smoke and water rushed by, and he had no chance to go deeper, and he was quite lost. This time, once the vicissitudes of the sea, it is already white, thousands of emotions, no one to tell. After he returned to Suzhou, he once had a que word, looking back at Jinling, his heart fluttering, expressing his desolate state of mind:

Twenty-five years ago, the river is still faint, the mountain is also faint, and the young and strong are in violation of the heart.

The writer asked me to repeat the meaning, and the chant was also miserable, and the words were also miserable, and qi Liang xi returned home.

The country and mountains are still faint, the mood is miserable, and the six dynasties of Qi Liang have all become clouds. The sunset suddenly went down to the Central Plains, laughing at the Six Dynasties of the Wind and Flower Hall.

Mr. Gong Ding'an walked slowly and freely in Stone City, unrestrained, and out of the blue. When he came to the Nanjing Drum Tower Bell Pavilion, he saw that there was a sleeping bell, so he gladly ordered the pen to fill in the words "Taicheng Road":

The Mountain Curse Magic Thing is there for a thousand years, and the voice of The Shepherd Buckle is dead. Who believed in that year, the wedge of a hair, roared the mountains and rivers of the earth. Ghostly aura, Willing to serve and dress up, Jingyang Palace. Afraid of the rise and fall of the reading, how to move to the grass.

Long comments on the present and ancient times, the Han family music, it is difficult to live in the world. Also known as the human world, the imperial palace; also known as the Xieyang Xiao Temple, the whale died. It was difficult for a cow to rise in the southeast. Laughing at the copper fairy, tear stains resigned from the water.

Gong Zizhen's mind flew over, lamenting the rise and fall of ancient and modern times, and he also made a special note for this poem: Fu Mo Ling Lying Bell, in the foothills of The Chicken Cage Mountain in the north of the city, its weight is ten thousand jun, and I don't know what generation it is. It is also said that above the bell, the self-funding office is clear and clear: Hongwu twenty-one September. It is true that Mr. Gong Ding'an did not see this signature, or he deliberately ignored it, borrowed the title to play, saw the emotions of things, lamented the thousand-year-old things, and remembered the Xieyang Xiao Temple in the Jingyang Palace, and it is not known.

When Mr. Ding'an arrived in Nanjing, he had always been dissatisfied with his old youth and vigorousness, so how could he not go to the famous and fiery Qinhuai River? He has a "Queqiao Immortal", which is specifically marked as "Qin Huai has visited":

Yesterday, when we met, we were like nowhere, and the parrot was weak in makeup. When the fragrant tea is ripe for a long time, it is only when the mirror sills take a glimpse of the cloister.

It is not seen in the present, but it is better to see it again, and the courtyard is in the twilight season. The lights of the city prompted the return of the boat, and the red skirt folds in the exposed curtains.

Mr. Ding'an was merciful everywhere, and The red pink knew a lot. Could it be that this woman by the Qinhuai River came here from Yangzhou? Or did you come from Gusu Hengtang? Seeing or not seeing, it is difficult to give up, so painstaking, Mr. Dingan does not know whether he is a little lonely and sad, or more clinging to it? Mr. Ding'an, who is snuggled up in the red and green, still does not reduce his son's idle temperament.

Mr. Ding'an walked in Nanjing, and also went to the QinYin Garden in Shamao Lane near Chengxian Street today, and met the Changzhou painter Tang Yifen. He wrote a poem "Water Dragon Yin", which was roughly at the request of Tang Yifen to write the magnificent story of his ancestors in Taiwan, the treasure island. It is estimated that in order to thank Mr. and Mrs. Ding'an for the "Water Dragon Yin" written by Mr. Ding'an, Tang Yifen and his wife specially gave Mr. Ding'an two ink chrysanthemum albums, and Mr. Ding'an came to Shixing again, and he chanted with great emotion, chrysanthemums in recent times, pink and frightening green, no fudong hedge ancient meaning, even guest Mo Ling, two books of ink chrysanthemums, very juanmiao, small words to appreciate:

I live in Moling West, the west birds cry in autumn, and there is no inker to swing the rhinoceros. Where to look for autumn and where to get drunk, little sister Qingxi.

Cold vegetables two or three furrows, flowers do not become strange, folded back to the lamp with misery. Suddenly recalling the Qingmen people's silk, light ink had been titled.

As mentioned above, Gong Zizhen first stayed in Qingxi, and then moved to the Sisong'an under Qingliang Mountain to take refuge, which is naturally the so-called "Moling West", but it can also be called "North of the City". This Four Pine Nunnery is located in The Mountain, close to the Xiyin Academy, and also close to Wei Yuan's small scroll in the Dragon Pan, where Gong Zizhen's good friend Yu Zhengxie once presided over the Xiyin Academy. Gong Zizhen went to Nanjing this time, and Yu Zhengxie had actually died. Gong Zizhen's "Ying Tianchang" is also very interesting:

The mountain monk allowed me to move the tea stove without having to be a Crane Guan. Pine cedar, bell fish, skyline real people laughed, dream back to the past. I remember the autumn dawn in the volume, I swallowed the long rainbow, and Wu Tian fell on the moon.

Mr. Ding'an said: Moving to the north of the city, the four pine temples, the streams and mountains are secluded, and the people are rarely visited. Gu Yun has a "Chronicle of the Mountains", which details the strands of context here. Wang Shiduo, Bao Shichen, and Xue Shiyu also had quite a relationship with this place, and Zhang Xiao had also applied for the Xiyin Academy.

After Mr. Teresa's visit to Nanjing, he also left a famous article through the ages, which is "Records of the Sick Plum Museum". In the article, he outlined the Jiangnan production of plums, the beginning is "Jiangning Dragon Pan", and this article uses metaphors and innuendo techniques to pursue the liberation of talents, call for personality stretching, strongly express the indignation of restricting and strangling talents, and the deep worries of the Ding'an style, which are still shocking and touching to this day.

In Nanjing has been staying for more than a month, there is no unbroken feast in the world, after all, it is still necessary to leave this place, forced to make a living, for the rice sorghum, danyang Yunyang Academy on the edge of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, there is a teaching seat, is waiting for a vacant seat, I don't know what the environment there is, or go to see it. Mr. Ding'an left Nanjing by boat, went down the river, arrived at Yanziji, heard the gushing of the river, the flute sounded melodious, and it was touching like a fluttering ping, floating like a dream, and he came to Shixing again, filling in a gap of "Dingfeng Wave":

Swallow Rock Head Flute Blowing, Pingming Shen Yu Grand King Ancestral Hall. Countless Emei deep courtyards, Yan Qi, Xiaoshuang River on the A who knows.

The mountains and lakes are changing, and in front of the face, the light body wants to call the carp to ride. Princess Jiang urged me to go, fly across, and say in front of the bottle and set the time.

Mr. Ding'an left Nanjing, and about a year later, he died suddenly at yunyang academy in Danyang. The death of Mr. Ding'an is full of controversy and disagreement. Mr. Gao Yang believes that it is related to the lilac case, which also involves Chen Wenshu. According to this, many people interpret extravagant and perfunctory stories. However, whether Chen Wenshu is so necessary, it seems that there is still room for discussion in such a way that he has planted a bribe against Mr. Gong Ding'an. However, Mr. Meng Sen believes that the ambiguous relationship between Gong and Gu Taiqing is purely fictional to the wall.

A high city is full of sorrow, and the crab leaves are like Tingzhou.

The clouds of the river rise at the beginning of the sun, and the mountain rain is about to come and the wind fills the building.

Birds under the green turnip QinYuan sunset, cicadas singing yellow leaves Han Palace autumn.

Pedestrians do not ask about the previous dynasty, and the cold sound of Weishui flows day and night.

This is a poem by Xu Hun of the Tang Dynasty, he is a Danyang native, his family lives in Dingjiao Bridge, known as Xu Dingjiao. Gong Zizhen also wrote in Zhenjiang: "Kyushu is angry and thunderous, and Wan Ma Qi is sad." I advise Tiangong to shake it up and demote talents in an eclectic manner", and the strange life journey ends in the small city of Danyang, Xu Hun's hometown.

Uncle Gong Shouzheng, who has always been cold to him, sent a link to his nephew:

The stone broke the sky, and the name of the generation was now gone;

Heqing Life, how about the Centennial Theory?

A generation of talents, a hundred years of scholars, let the commentary.

Reading Gong Zizhen's poems, we can still feel his fiery feelings, his good insights, the depth of his thinking at the juncture of the times, and the charm of his words and chapters that transcend time and space.

Wang Zhenyu

Source: Purple Cow News