Luo Tuohao let Go wu Jingzi was a hidden pain in my early winter
Text / Yao Xiaoqiong
In the early winter of Nanjing, on both sides of the Qinhuai River and Qingxi, there are still willows and flowers. It is only this kind of prosperity that hides the unknown decline, and it is necessary to observe and experience it carefully in order to see a willow leaf that occasionally leaves the branch, completely losing its moisture, floating lightly on the surface of the water, silent.
From Taoyedu all the way, I unconsciously walked to Wu Jingzi's former residence.
Wu Jingzi's former residence is located at the confluence of Qingxi and Qinhuai rivers, connected to Taoye Gudu, covering an area of 800 square meters, rectangular in shape, and was rebuilt in 1997.
A green-walled Dewa house and an exquisite stone arch are hidden in the midst of maolin bamboo, forming a residential form with the characteristics of Jiangnan garden art. The southern half is the ancient peach leaf ferry, the northern half is the former residence of Wu Jingzi, after the washing pond is the Wenmu Pavilion, the north of the Wenmu Pavilion is the stele gallery, showing Wu Jingzi's representative pieces of life masterpiece paintings, in front of the stele gallery, there is a standing statue of Wu Jingzi carved with granite.
Wu Jingzi is a native of Quanjiao County, Anhui Province, and calls himself the Old Man of Wenmu because his hometown has a Wenmu Mountain House.
Like Cao Xueqin, she was also a descendant of a large bureaucratic family in her early years, and later became a poor writer. His representative works include "The History of Ru Lin", "Wenmu Shanfang Poetry Collection" and so on.
After Wu Jingzi moved to nanjing on the banks of the Qinhuai River, he once became a literary ally. In this regard, my feeling is: a person with a bold nature is the most suitable for being a literary leader.
I can imagine that his house was at the water's edge, in the summer, the ancient trees were shaded, the bamboo was dense, and beside the well platform, on the pavilion, and at the ferry, there were people everywhere who were chanting poems in pairs, most of them drank seven meats and eight vegetarians, turned from side to side, one by one, speaking the nice Wu Nongyue language, Baba was talking about the past and the present, and the wind and manners were gentle.
Flowers of all colors on both sides of the road are opened one after another, especially a few huge old locust trees, and the fluffy locust flowers bloom into a pile of white snow, and even the wind and air are stained with flowers. His family was poor, but at that time, he was not unable to open the pot, and in addition to his wife Ye Shi, the family also hired an old man who could drive a boat and do chores. The old man is actually not very old, fifty or sixty or so, is a relative brought from his hometown, a widower.
On this day, he was assigned by Madame Ye to take a long bamboo pen with an iron hook, hook the long string of flower spikes on the branch, hook moyo three dustpans at a time, boil the water, soak it in the river, drain it and set aside. Ye Shi rolled out the dumpling skin in the noodles, saying that he could not, his family only can afford to provide locust flower stuffed vegetarian dumplings for three meals a day.
This loser, what can't he do, he has to write poetry, write novels, and every day he invites bees to attract butterflies like a bunch of poor literati who are sour and rotten, his father Wu Wenyan was angry to death, and left him a sentence before he died: Min Xuan, although he left you a million family wealth (twenty thousand taels of silver) for your father, but you will not be able to escape the life of poverty and poverty after all... You're so capable.
Wu Jingzi, who died of his father, was only 22 years old, and he was really uninhibited, daring to toss and toss for his life. Regardless of the fierce struggle for property and power within the family, after experiencing a bloody change, instead of regretting and being alert, he became more disheartened, passive and world-weary and spending money.
This clever and generous drunkard was not only not good at running the family, but also gave away when he was poor, and his family property was almost scattered by him. Originally, he still had the opportunity to rise in the official field, but he had no intention of making a name, and the Inspector of Anhui recommended that he should take the erudite Hongzi examination, and he even pretended to be ill and could not go, claiming that he hated the official field deeply, and he hated the hypocritical interpersonal relationship in the official field the most in his life.
Later, as the leader of the literary circle, he also raised a group of literati to raise funds to build the Pantheon in the foothills of Yuhua Mountain, but the money was not enough, and even the house where he lived in his last life was sold, and he was destitute, cut off food and cooking, died of drunkenness at the age of fifty-three, and died in a foreign country.
I saw a sculpture at the Wu Jingzi Memorial Hall, much like he was stumbling away after getting drunk. The figure was very old, but he was only in his thirties, not yet forty.
I lingered behind his bronze statue for a long time, as if I saw him passing through the well after a hangover, using the bucket to fetch water to drink, helplessly trembling hands could not touch the rope, and finally because of weakness, the bucket fell into the well, emitting an empty echo, long to this day.
This person who is drunk every day, a "History of Ru Linwai", has been written for twenty years, and if he gets it now, I am afraid that he will not even be able to mix with the members of the Nanjing Writers Association, let alone want to act as the boss of the Writers Association and the leader of the literati. In addition to the fact that he was righteous and loose, where did he have the appearance of being an ally? However, he wrote Nanjing with a pen and was really meticulous.
"It is said that in the city of Nanjing, after April and a half every year, the scenery of Qinhuai is gradually getting better. The boats on the outer river all went down the building, changed into a canopy, and propped up. In the middle of the cabin, there is a small square gold lacquer table, on which is placed Yixing sand pot, very fine kiln, Xuan kiln cup, cooking the best rain water hair tip tea. ”
"It's late, and each boat has two bright horn lights, one coming and going, reflecting the river, bright up and down. From Wende Bridge to Lishi Bridge and Dongshui Pass, there is no end to the song at night. And those tourists bought water rats to spend in the river. The splash stood straight in the river, released, like a pear blossom, and did not rest until four o'clock every night. ”
Reading Wu Jingzi's words, there is a sense of unspeakable vicissitudes.
At this time in Nanjing, he was already poor enough to make a living by selling literature. The brocade and jade food that I have experienced, the status of the lord of the alliance, have become a smoke cloud. His social identity to the show talent, the erudite word exam, he also pushed off. If you fill in the file, it is estimated that you can only fill in a "high school". But it can be seen that he never regretted his choice.
"Looking at you so happy and carefree, I can only smile with tears in my eyes." At the end of the road, he always smiled.
He smiled not only at the Qinhuai River, but also at the green bamboo in front of and behind the house. Qingzhu Yufeng let out a sassy laugh, and he only drank a few sips of wine, and he would laugh the same way. After all, laughing is also poor, and not laughing is also poor. Laughter is also death, and not laughing is death.
"In the blink of an eye, the long summer has passed, it is a new autumn, the breeze is cold, and the Qinhuai River is another scenery." The people of the city called for boats, invited great monks to hang Buddha statues on the boats, laid altars, and from the West Water Pass, all the way to the Xiang River. Within ten miles, the incense burned like smoke.
The sound of the drums and cymbals was incessant. In the evening, the extremely delicate lotus lamp is lit up and floats on the water... From Dazhong Bridge to Qingliangshan, a street has seven or eight miles of road, lit like a silver dragon, bright overnight, cigarettes are endless, and the wind cannot be extinguished. All the ladies of the city came out to burn incense to see the meeting. ”
Wu Jingzi lived in Nanjing, living in a river house by the Qinhuai River. The Qinhuai River is just a small ditch in front of the big river, and this ditch is now somewhat smelly due to pollution, but at that time, it was beautiful in Wu Jingzi's eyes. In his pen, it is also beautiful. It is not only beautiful, but also used to refer to the humanistic feelings of the whole Nanjing.
It is said that the Wu Jingzi Memorial Hall today was moved from another place to the current river not far from Taoyedu. I personally also feel that this place is more suitable for his memorial. It's just a pity that I didn't get into the museum to visit his collection. It is said that there was a tea culture event that wrapped up the museum that day. The cousin is arguing with the curator, saying that this is the property of the state, what right do you have to pack the museum, why do you occupy the magpie's nest, and do not let tourists visit?
My brother's Nanjing official speech was depressed, loud, almost quarrelsome, but still not to the momentum of the rural villagers, I don't have to think about it and know the ending, although the reason is that he is right, but the ending he will lose.
Sure enough, he lost without suspense. I laughed at him: What are you fighting with her, not afraid to tire yourself out? He said: How can this be tired, if all Chinese citizens are as unprincipled as you are, and compromise at every turn, I think this country will not make a fuss. I said, be well, with you here, the country is in good order, and the quality of people is getting higher and higher. "Of course," the brother replied boldly.
I provoked him and said: You told her that there is a writer from Hunan, which is a bit inappropriate, and I feel that you originally wanted to use the name of the writer to suppress others and engage in privileges, but I don't think that writers have this privilege, let alone suppress people.
He was dumbfounded, his words were half-impoverished, and he murmured: I only know that the memorial hall is a place that any ordinary person can visit.
I didn't bother to take care of him, and walked alone to the Jingzi Pavilion, pondering the couplets on the pavilion pillars: Peach Leaf Watanabe Coarse Tea And Light Rice, And The Strings at the East Pass. I think that this couplet has become a true portrayal of a writer, a sadness of society and the sorrow of mankind.
Now, the whole people advocate tourism fever, because Wu Jingzi has three times in the "History of Rulin" to describe Guizhou Zhenyuan and Tiexi, Zhenyuan also made Tiexi a tourist attraction.
My brother and I talked about it, and the professor who did the study really remembered what the text was written in the first few chapters.
"Sure enough, there is a custom in the far side of the town, saying that on the eighteenth day of the first month, the dragon god in the Iron Creek marries a sister." The girl was born ugly, afraid that people would see it, and how many shrimp soldiers and crabs would guard her to marry. Everyone was going to close their doors and not be allowed to come out and look at it. If you peek at Zhang and see it, there will be a storm and rain, and the water on the flat ground will be three feet deep, and the people will drown countless people. This wind has been passed down for a long time. ”
I have been to Tiexi twice, once to see what Tiexi is like that Wu Jingzi wrote in "The History of Ru Lin", and the second time to explore the source of Tiexi.
Tiexi is located 4 kilometers north of the ancient city of Zhenyuan, with a total area of about 50 square kilometers. An ordinary and ordinary stream, now the blessing of Wu Jingzi, has become one of the top ten scenic spots of Wuyang River in the national scenic spot.
Walking into the Iron Creek, a clear stream flows happily under the road, and the mountains on both sides are steep, the vegetation is dense, and there is a kind of green air conditioning. Tiexi Longchi is the place where Wu Jingzi wrote the dragon god to marry his daughter. Through a lush bamboo forest, a pool of blue water appeared in front of the eyes, glowing with a strange blue light, and the water surface was like a mirror, and it was not deep.
This kind of blue, unlike sky blue and royal blue, is like the blue of the sea, with the mystery and depth of the sea. There are clouds in the "Qianji Shanshui Chronicle": "There are mountains on all sides, there are pools, the clouds are lush, the day is obscure, and the clouds where the gods live", which tells the mystery and legend of the dragon pond.
There are a total of fifty times in the "History of Ru Lin", three of which are written about Zhenyuan, and in the forty-third "Wild Sheep Pond General Battle and Song and Dance Chieftain Robbery Camp", Wu Jingzi describes a war set against Zhenyuan, in which the imperial court sends officers and soldiers to attack Zhenyuan and extinguish the Miao people's uprising. Although the characters are fictional, the Zhenyuan Town Bureau, tongren garrison, xie, and battalion staff are all historical facts. Careful investigation, there are also historical figure archetypes, that is, his friend Yang Kai.
Yang Kai was a military attaché before his liberation, but was dismissed from his post and returned to his hometown in Zhenzhou, Jiangsu Province, after being the governor of Huguang. In the twelfth year of Yongzheng (1734), the Miao people's leader Bao Li and Hongyin rebelled, and Yang Kai led the army to fight, and went to Yongzheng to "Yang Kai's secret play of the situation in Miaojiang, Qian Province". Zhenyuan is the command and operation center for officers and soldiers, and Yang Kai is very familiar with this. Wu Jingzi made good friends with Yang Kai, and heard a lot about the war situation in Miaojiang and Zhenyuan from him, and wrote a novel based on the narrative, making Zhenyuan famous at home and abroad.