Go and see Wei Jin's stone
Text/Li Sheng
The stones of the world, many!
Read the history of Wei Jin, turn over the ink spots that bloom on the stones, there is a surprise like beauty like a flower, suddenly blooming. If the stones began to speak, it was really unknown whether they would blow up the video and crush whose shoulders they were.
Unfortunately, they are just silent and hold on to such a quiet and idle attitude. The more a thousand years have passed, let anyone comment on it. Like a sentient species, from the beginning of its birth, it has chosen silence, and silent growth and perching. In the obscurity, let the wind and rain freshen up, so that people seem to be unbearable. In the midst of the disturbance of the wind and dust, who is the confidant? It is rare for literary historians to have a fondness, to take care of it again and again, but also to go through several grooming, as if there is a expectation, pull out the word "demeanor", not to forget to mark a specific label: "Wei Jin"!
Like a very worldly being. The years from 220 A.D. to 419 A.D. were the darkest, most corrupt, most socially turbulent, and most miserable periods in Chinese history; the code and "hard core" that belonged to it were a large number of blossoming stones, comparable to the Qin bricks and Han tiles, and the poetry of the Tang and Song dynasties. Believe it or not, but it always stirs your nerves, provokes you to peek into the end, or knock on its unreality. After all, it feels different from twisting your neck on your shoulder and listening to the crunching sound between your bones.
But it is said that the world is divided into three parts, and Cao Wei returns to Jin. After completing the great cause of reunification, the Jin people, because of their innate defects, first infighting; then the so-called strong Hu invasion, and finally had to be forced to cross south, a corner of the Anjiang River.
"The scenery is not different, and there are differences in mountains and rivers." At every reception, the scholars occasionally complained about them. More than half of the territory has been lost, the country is in a time of turmoil, but the culture is still alive. Indeed, this is an era of national division, and it is also an era of the survival and development of a country and a nation, and an era of mutual run-in! For example, the fragments of broken stele left behind, the lines of writing taken down by Tuotuo, in a form of life and death, tenaciously survive. Although the times are obsolete, every hook sinks its characters, but there is always a certain relaxed emotion in the heart, the carving of the knife and axe, the loose, relaxed, handsome, simple and elegant personality, in the symbiotic veins of culture, still running endlessly!
On an obscure day, he brought back a Copy of The Jin Dynasty Xiaokai Tuoben from the Bookstore, recording a total of ten books by Shantao, Sima You, Lady Wei, Ji Ji, Xi Jian, Xie An, and Sima Daozi. The traces are mottled, full of paper wind and frost, the number of words is more than ninety-five words, the number of words is twenty-nine, a few lines, and the words are like pearls. In terms of artistic style alone, each family has different techniques and different artistic orientations; however, beauty is a common feature. After reading the ten stickers, in addition to sighing is still sighing, this is on the eve of the peak of calligraphy art, when Teacher Wang's "Orchid Pavilion Preface" debuts, it is just a matter between pitching. I just can't imagine how much courage and wisdom the scholars have paid in such a harsh environment, because of the magic of the Chinese characters and the hieroglyphs, until they despise the powerful, the attitude of treating the world without being insulted, the compassion of cherishing life, the truth, goodness, beauty and evil of human nature, and the ideal of the world, which are undisguisedly expressed. So that every word, between the upper and lower left and right, a little bit of care, humility, a word of praise, pitching, the beauty of life and death, can continue.
Clean stones, wash away the wind and dust of the years, one side, like flowers competing to open, like a hard disk of the years, opened, re-interpreted, infinitely concerned, arousing people's nostalgia. Several times, I followed the endless flow of people and walked towards it: Luoyang Longmen, Datong Yungang, Dunhuang Mogao, Xi'an Forest of Steles - although the itinerary was like flowing water, although the "Bodhisattva of Contemplation" and the solemn and mysterious truth of the Buddha, and the image I liked in my heart, there was still a long distance, I never gave up my scrutiny and questioning. Until a chance, I visited a small county town called Qingyang in Gansu Province, North China, and the North Grotto Temple, and the Covered Bell Mountain unexpectedly, and finally had some wishes.
On the east bank where Pushui and Rushui meet, a mountain and a temple are arranged in the form of a front temple and a back mountain, lying under the pale yellow sky. Shi Zai, the Northern Grotto Temple, was first built in the 2nd year of The Northern Wei Xuanwu Emperor Yongping, about 509 AD, and later expanded through the Western Wei and Northern Zhou, to the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the Jin, Song, Ming, and Qing dynasties, and the contemporary era, and has been continuously expanded and added, and has been continuously expanded and added for more than 1510 years. Passing through the main hall of the high arch of the colonnade of the North Grotto Temple, walking forward for tens of meters, the cave covered with the scales of the Bell Mountain appears in front of you. On the huangsha cliff wall, which is about 120 meters long around the mountain, there are 296 cave niches and 2126 stone statues; among them, the largest grotto is more than ten granite figures with a height of more than ten meters and a weight of tens of tons. On the cliffs around it, various mythological character patterns are dotted, and the auspicious clouds are surrounded by purple qi. The momentum alone shocked me at once. One lap down, in terms of feeling, to do such a kung fu, that is, it is not easy to do today. However, the ancients, with the kung fu of slashing and chopping axes, completed it from generation to generation.
The characters in the eyes are calm, congrong, elegant, a case of square forehead, wide sleeves; and then recall, that warm face, a pair of beautiful eyelids, always inadvertently, to you with implicit disdain and anger; and from a certain height to look down on the concern and mourning, as if to say goodbye!
At a glance, without saying why, it grasped me tightly and pulled me back to a certain scene, such as the interpretation of a painting - the mysterious smile: whether it is feminine or shy, whether it is joy or anger, whether it is gaze, contempt or expectation, full of the author's understanding and critical attitude towards the reality of the era in which it lives. At this moment, this smile appeared on a hard stone, which caught me a little off guard; and it was a stone from more than a thousand years ago, not one body and two bodies, but more than ten bodies; more boldly, it was an era, an era that opened on the stone, and came all the way to me.
Life is so beautiful. In an atmosphere of involuntary emotion, they have another extraordinary understanding of art and life; in an almost suffocating environment, they must therefore issue a poignant exclamation of "death and life", a place for the soul to settle down. Even if it's a sea of dead rocks!
Perhaps, the word realism that we are keen to promote, in their time, has long been a suggestive action on the stone or between those dots!
Li Sheng, male, from Pingjiang, Hunan. He is a member of the Hunan Provincial Writers Association, who has published thousands of works in national provincial and ministerial newspapers, periodicals and municipal newspapers and periodicals, and has been selected for poetry and prose anthologies and won awards for many times; a small number of works have been translated abroad. He is the author of two books, including the poetry collection "Notes of the Laborer".