Dream up
When the Qinhuai River sounded the sound of babbling, when the willows on the shore of Jianye City lingered in the spring breeze until the twelfth year of Daye, when the warm fireworks of March hung over Yangzhou, the time was once again aimed at 616 AD. That mercurial Heavenly Son, that absurd emperor, or the emperor with a little political achievement, was still immersed in the beautiful dream of the flowers in Jiangdu at this moment. Unfortunately, soon, this dream was shattered, because a more brilliant era was coming, and the Short Flash of the Sui Dynasty only made the cloak of the rise of the Tang Dynasty. And the iron-blooded and cold-blooded Jinge xiang outside the Xuanwu Gate is even more vividly interpreting the indifference and ruthlessness of the imperial family. However, in the end, the General Tiance, who was comparable to the Qin Emperor Han Wu in history, stepped onto the stage that belonged to him, and the prosperity that belonged to him was rising!
Tang Dynasty. Changan
If history books are the testimony of any great era, then literature is the icing on the cake of these historical witnesses, and any great emperor never skimps on those who praise his great deeds. Prosperity is not only reflected in political, military, economic, people's livelihood, but also cultural and spiritual prosperity. As a very important poetry and song in the treasure house of Chinese culture, in the early Tang Dynasty, it gradually faded the flamboyant and extravagant literary style since the Six Dynasties, and with the rise of the Tang Dynasty's national strength, it has vaguely revealed an exciting and bold literary style. At this time, a gorgeous and short-lived meteor was drawn in the sky of the early Tang Dynasty, although they were short, they were full of light in the world, although they could not be compared with the grand view of the entire Sheng Tang literature, but it was still a unique cloud in the Tang Dynasty literature, they were the most talented men in the early Tang Dynasty literary circle "Chu Tang Four Masters". The Ministry of Poetry Of St. DuGong once said:
"Wang Yang Lu Luo was in his body at that time, and he was light and thin. Ercao's body and name are destroyed, and the rivers and rivers are not wasted. ”
----- Tang. Du Fu's "Six Absolute Sentences of Joke"
Sing
We turn the clock back to 675 A.D., September 9, the second year of the Tang Dynasty, in a lively boiling sound, a young man with a slightly sad and frustrated mood, through the distant mountains shrouded in smoke and mist, breathing in the breeze blowing on the late autumn river, blue waves and white clothes, down the river. All the way to the mountains, viewing, flashy dust, all are clouds. When he arrived at the new mansion of Hongdu, a brand-new pavilion on the east bank of the Ganjiang River jumped into view, and he couldn't help but see that an indescribable excitement suddenly arose in his heart. Abandon the ship, go ashore, board the cabinet... Perhaps it was this glance that illuminated the sky of the early Tang Dynasty a lot. And he has also been legendary for a thousand years. He is Wang Bo, one of the four sons of the Early Tang Dynasty Tiantuan, and this attic is the Tengwang Pavilion. Since then, they have been closely linked together and passed on for eternity!
Tang Dynasty. Wang Bo
In the city of Nanchang in October, the air is filled with the smell of osmanthus flowers. On the banks of this extremely poetic Yangtze River, the talents of literati and inkers are aroused all the time. When Wang Bo stepped on this piece of heaven and earth, the stage had already been paved for him. In the fourth year of Yonghui, Li Yuanbao, the King of Teng, became the governor of Hongzhou in Jiangnan Province and built the Tengwang Pavilion here. In the second year of the first century, Yan Boyu, the governor of Hongzhou, rebuilt the Tengwang Pavilion in his hometown of Nanchang, as the old cabinet of the emperor, the hongdu was stunning, and the political achievements of The Duke of Yan, how could there be no famous poems to sing and drink? Therefore, at the Jiujiu Chongyang Ridu Governor Yan Boyu, he invited the literati yashi to conduct a poetry pen meeting and write a preface for the Tengwang Pavilion. It is rumored that the name "PEN Club" is actually a ridiculous "roadshow" arranged for his son-in-law Wu Zizhang. And the local literary stream already knew Yan Gong's wishes, how could they go to refute the face of the guests and be bored, so they cooperated with Yan Gong very sensibly and quietly refused this opportunity that originally belonged to them. Just as everyone was silent, Wu Caizhang, the son-in-law of Yan Gongzi, was preparing to show his skills, when suddenly a gentle but righteous voice sounded, "Slowly, come to the wine!" ”。 Wang Bo took the pen and ink and unfolded the rice paper, which surprised the scribes at the scene. The Chinese literati's own wind bones are vividly displayed in Wang Bo's body at this moment, not because he is arrogant and arrogant, but not humble, and this wind bone carries a little bit of flying and wildness. Even Governor Yan Boyu couldn't help but roll up his sleeves and enter the cabinet, perhaps Wang Bo knew, or perhaps did not know, or pretended not to know. But at the moment, it doesn't matter!
Maybe it was these so-called Hongdu celebrities sitting in the well and watching the sky, or maybe they were playing a trick, but the names of the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty and wang Bozhi, the longmen scholar of Daizhou, should still be known. There is wine in the glass, poetry on the paper, words in the pen, and the talents in the chest spew out. When Yan Gong heard "Nanchang Old County, Hongdu New Province", he contemptuously defined it as a cliché; a talented person is a talented person, and how can he tell stories and place names. When "Wuhua Tianbao, Dragon Light Shoots the Ruins of Bull Fighting; Ren Jie Di Ling, Xu Wei under Chen Fan's Bed" jumped into Yan Gong's ear, his sleepy eyes couldn't help but open, and he realized that Wang Bo's talent was not compared to these local scribes. "Governor Yan Gong's Yawang, Ji Ji Is Far Away; Yuwen Xinzhou's Yi Fan, Shu Wei is temporarily stationed; ... Teng Jiao Qi Feng, Meng Xueshi's Word Sect, Purple Electric Qing Frost, General Wang's Arsenal "When he was all in one breath, he was completely sleepy, but full of joy, if the talented man also learned to flatter, the others had no chance." When "The sunset and the lone bird fly together, and the autumn water is long and colorful", Yan Gong at this moment could not sit still, and went straight back to the front of the hall, at the same time, the eyes revealed worship, sighing, "If this son drops the pen, if there is divine help, the real genius is also!" ”
Jiangxi. Nanchang. Tengwang Pavilion
In this way, in the literature of the early Tang Dynasty, one of the best Texts was waved by Wang Bo. All the people present at this moment, like Yan Gong, were amazed by Wang Bo's amazing talent. Even the owner of this banquet also sent a great praise, and at the same time he also found an opportunity to make himself remembered by history, Hongdu Fengyue, the country and mountains are priceless, only with Wang Bo's brilliant Tengwang Pavilion Sequence may be famous throughout the ages. Just when everyone was preparing to send praise slang to Wang Bo, Wu Zizhang, the son-in-law of Yan Gongzi, who had been snubbed for a long time, interjected a stroke, which can be understood that as an official scholar, he was caused by the vanity of the face, but unfortunately he met Wang Bo, and the light of the fireworks could not be compared with the light of the Haoyue Moon. When he was ready to use plagiarism to flip the plate, he was crushed by Wang Bo's talent at the end of the poem, but it became a black spot in later history as a foil for Wang Bo. In fact, he, as well as Yan Boyu, the governor of Hongzhou, should be grateful to Wang Bo, if it were not for Wang Bo and the "Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion", they would be a particle of the times, drowned in history.
Many people say that the Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion is the commanding height of Wang Bo's talent in his life, and it is also the peak of his life, and our thousands of years of recitation have also confirmed this. As far as poetry is concerned, we are familiar with the farewell phrase of "confidant in the sea, if the end of the world is next to each other", but if compared with the entire Sheng Tang literature, the poetry of the early Tang Dynasty is only the starting point. From the perspective of Xiao Wen and Fu, the "Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion" is definitely an extremely magnificent existence in the entire Tang literature. In the second year of the first century, at this moment, he was only 25 years old, he had reached the peak of his life, which he was afraid that he himself was unexpected, from the perspective of the entire life encounter, Wang Bo at this moment was actually falling at the bottom of life and career, and even he himself lamented in the preface that the times were unlucky and his fate was uncertain. And a year later, in the third year of the First Yuan, in the spring and summer of 676 AD, after seeing his elderly father who was still embarrassed for his life, on the way back, the ship fell into the wind and was buried in the waves, just like the envy of his talent, and it was so unexpected and regrettable when he went!
Dust
Wang Bo, famous at a young age, wrote poetry at the age of six, published books at the age of nine, and from the age of twelve, he was mixed in the imperial capital Chang'an, studying medicine for two years, which can be described as proficient in various kinds of learning, extensive books, literature and poetry, if not an official, you can also practice medicine to help the world. Since ancient times, the aspirations of all readers have also come to Wang Bo at this moment. At the age of sixteen, he took the exam to enter the first place, was awarded the Chao Sanlang, and became the youngest official of the Tang Dynasty at that time. And his "Ode to the Qianyuan Palace" composed by him before he was eighteen years old won the admiration of Emperor Gaozong. Since then, he has been on a par with the other four talents and has been promoted to the top of the four masters. At this time, Wang Bo, among the thousands of talents in the Tang Dynasty, can be described as an infinite scenery, the title of the gold list, the emperor's appreciation, and the minor is already a doctor of literature. From the peak of his works, in nanchang's hometown, on the Tengwang Pavilion, at that time, he thought it was the starting point, but in fact the end. From the peak of his life's encounters, at this moment when he was a minor, in the first year of Qianfeng, 666 AD, this number was so auspicious to him, but he did not know it, thinking that it was the starting point, but in fact it was the end.
The most rare thing in life is to have the heart to land at any time when you are at your high point, just like when the kite is at the highest point, you must be prepared to close the line, otherwise once the wind is reduced, it is a straight line. Obviously, Wang Bo, who is familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, did not understand his own way of life, and in the Pei Wangfu cultivation, Wang Bo showed his outstanding professional ability as always, and was rewarded as always, if Wang Bo conscientiously did his own work of repairing books every day, maybe his life would not have taken a turn so early. If talent is something that heaven can appreciate and is innate, experience can only be experienced by experiencing countless setbacks the day after tomorrow, especially in the ever-changing officialdom. It was clear that Wang Bo wanted to be actively involved in politics. When the emperor's two beloved sons were playing life with each other and fighting cocks, Wang Bo seemed to be unable to sit still, and he desperately wanted to express himself in front of his master, and wanted to fight for his master's face. This was an ordinary game between the children of the royal family, but Wang Bo was too serious and let himself be played. If Wang Bo applauds, cheers, and shouts for King Pei at the scene, after the game, he is still a doctor of literature in Zhengliupin and a red man in the tang emperor's capital. But how could a talented person clap and shout such a common thing at will, and how can talent be displayed without poetry and song. Such a "King Chicken of Qiying" came out, but Wang Bo may have far underestimated his reputation in Chang'an City, and soon this article spread to the ears of the city and even the entire Tang Dynasty. Is the game between the princes worthy of public condemnation? In the eyes of Emperor Gaozong, this article under the addition of Wang Bo's fame became a testimony to provoking infighting among the princes and showing the glitz and glamour within the Tang government, and Wang Bo also changed from what he initially called "wizards" to "crooked talents", dismissing officials, degrading the palace, and expelling Chang'an.
defoliation. Changan
In 668 AD, Wang Bo dragged his tired and frustrated body, looked back at the imperial city that he had once been popular, stepped on the fallen leaves of the late autumn, and was expelled from Chang'an, at this moment, he may remember his former song "Send Du Shaofu to Ren Shuzhou", and who can send himself at this moment? Perhaps he can only use "confidant in the sea, the end of the world is like a neighbor" to try to comfort his lonely and frustrated heart! At this moment, Wang Bocai has just turned 18 years old, tasting the bitterness and bitterness that adult life should have! But all people who are frustrated in the official field often look for the destination of their souls from the mountains and rivers, but few people can really melt their bodies and minds in the bamboo forest, pastoral, and poetry like Wang Wei. If Li Bai can truly spy on the mysteries of heaven and earth in the infinite scenery of nature, so as to achieve his supreme achievements in the poetry of the Tang Dynasty, but Wang Bo cannot do it, he has nowhere to put his wounded and restless heart. After leaving Chang'an, he went all the way into Shu, accompanied by one of the other four masters of the early Tang Dynasty, let go of poetry and wine, and galloped through the literary field, although he left a lot of poems that sent love to the landscape, but he could not erase the sadness in his heart, he still did not forget, nor would he forget the glory he once had!
"On September 9, looking at the township platform, he sat in the other country to send a cup. Human feelings are tired of suffering in the south, and Hongyan is coming from the north! ”
----- Tang. Wang Bo's "Nine Days of Ascension"
He has always wanted to go back, back to the north, back to the starting point of the wild goose's return to the south, back to Chang'an, where his heart is going, and back to the career path he thinks belongs to him. In the second year of Xianheng, in the autumn and winter of 671 AD, he returned to Chang'an from Shudi to prepare for the scientific election, which was three years after he left Chang'an when he was 18 years old. Three years later, he finally came back, his heart was ecstatic, and at this moment he was still the hot-blooded teenager, with a supreme imagination and dream of his career in his heart. But he never expected that coming back at this moment was indeed a starting point, but it was not the starting point in his heart, but the beginning of the end. Life is so wonderful, fate will always wait for you at a certain track point. Originally prepared to participate in the scientific election again, but under the persuasion of his friend Ling Jiyou in Yuzhou, he won the position of joining the army in Yuzhou with his enthusiasm for herbal medicine, perhaps because he was afraid of seeing those who had been sad again, or did not want to start again, and finally he gave up his dream of seeing all the Chang'an flowers in the spring. In Yuzhou, a place far from the center of dreams and rights, he seems to have been released and relieved, or he has achieved a little success in his small position of joining the army, and this belief rooted in the hearts of ancient scholars, "for the officials to save the country, to study and aspire to be a sage" has been realized. But after all, he was Wang Bo, both a talented man and a madman, and how could he accommodate the small world of Yuzhou in his eyes. As a member of the army, in addition to drinking and poetry and song, most of the time he held a long shovel, wore a bucket cage, stepped on the mountains and waded in the water, and searched for various herbs, just like the appearance of Li Shizhen in the early Tang Dynasty. Perhaps this enthusiasm for herbal medicine would give him more satisfaction, at least he was pursuing it diligently in medicine, and these medicines could be used for more soldiers. However, this informal, untamed poetic life became more and more out of place in the eyes of those colleagues, and unconsciously, he became independent of the world again, which inevitably planted a cause and effect for his future situation.
In 672, for Wang Bo, perhaps the darkest time of his life, he himself wandered through the Ghost Gate once. Later history books also failed to clarify why Wang Bo would collect cao da, a criminal official who had nothing to do with him. However, judging from various wild histories, this may be related to Wang Bo's mentor Cao Yuan, who studied medicine in Chang'an. Wang Bo was a man of wild but full of true temperament, and at this moment, his heart in Yuzhou that had been completely experienced for others had long been gone, let alone maintained for an official slave who had nothing to do with him. On the one hand, the relatives of the former teacher, on the other hand, the ruthlessness of the law, at this moment, he hesitated, and the decision in this moment of hesitation almost buried his life. Maybe he just wanted to take him in temporarily, and then go to his boss to explain the situation and find out the truth. He is as always maintaining the face of the old man, and at this moment he is still as simple and simple in the official arena as he was in 668 AD, while his colleagues who are usually incompatible with him have long been unable to hold back the pace of falling into the well, and the price of arrogance is to make himself more isolated in the crisis. In the end, the matter was revealed, and in a panic, he privately killed the official slave he had personally hidden, but it still did not help, he also put on a heavy shackle, entered the dark prison, waiting for the final end of his life. Perhaps heaven could not bear to let him disappear into the long river of history at such a young age, or perhaps there was another arrangement in fate to re-give him the opportunity to write history before the shocking article appeared 3 years later.
Final Chapter
At this moment, Wang Bo, after his release from prison, finally tasted the warmth and coldness of human feelings, the world was cold, the eunuch sea was ups and downs, the people's hearts were not ancient, and the hardships of the world also smoothed out the edges and corners of his forehead, and if he became an official again at this moment, he might have different results. Maybe he was too deeply hurt by this world, or maybe he was really tired, in short, the dream of a career as a teenager had faded in his heart at this moment, and when the imperial court announced the reinstatement of his old post, he refused, maybe he was afraid, but more than that, he was disappointed.
"Falling flowers, falling flowers are deserted. Green leaf green tarsal ying dan calyx, with Jun Pei back to the Golden Pavilion. Shadow makeup steps tortoiseshell feast, incense fluttering dance hall jurong screen. Falling flowers fly, burning into the middle of the curtain. The fallen flowers are full in spring, and the spring people are not returning. Falling flowers, atmosphere around tall trees. The fallen flowers have flourished in spring, and the spring people do not care about the spring. Qi Ge Qingtai is quiet and idle, and the red scarf of Luo Yuan returns. In the prime of the year, it is difficult to climb the tall branches. Try Fudan to swim in the flowers, and stay in the flowers at dusk. With junluo flower yard, the stage up double beard. "
------ Wang Bo. Tang "Falling Flowers"
Falling
Standing under the flowers and trees in the courtyard, looking at the falling flowers in the sky, Wang Bo was constantly causing his youth to eventually pass away, he understood that the mountains and rivers had long gone, the human world was already late spring, and the dream in Chang'an's hometown should be over. The only thing he was worried about was his father, who was relegated to Jiaozhi County Because he was implicated in himself, and he was taught by Confucian culture since he was a child, and he was very guilty and unable to forgive himself. So he embarked on this journey to Hainan, but he never realized that this was also the last journey of his life. Simply pack your bags and head east. In Luoyang, looking at the peach blossoms that bloomed in Wangcheng Park in late spring and March, the evening breeze blowing on the banks of the Luopu River, and the dappled sunset in the Han and Tang Dynasty wine flags, he seemed to see himself twelve years ago, also carrying his bags, also in the imperial capital. Yangzhou, the Qionghua Yangzhou that made Xiao Du sigh that "rolling up the beaded curtain is not as good as it is" also failed to wash away his inner tired future past. In Jianye City, on the Qinhuai River, on the ten-mile long embankment, the lights stretched out, and only his lonely and desolate narrow figure was reflected in the shadow of the paddle. Until the late autumn of 675 AD, he walked through the spring and summer, but also passed through the fireworks of the world, at this moment he has long been not sad or happy, staying in the hometown of Nanchang, this majestic building, and it met unexpectedly... Subsequently, the world-famous prologue "Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion" crossed the sky of the early Tang Dynasty literature and became a masterpiece. A year later, in 676 AD, Wang Bo returned from visiting his father, and in the wind and waves of the South China Sea, his short and gorgeous life came to an end, at the age of 26, just like the flowers in his heart, turned into spring mud and returned to peace.
Throughout Wang Bo's life, the style of writing is poignant and the fate is uncertain. Heaven gave him unlimited talents and talents, and thus opened up the infinite reverie of people, including himself, about the upper limit of life. But reality beat him back to the same place very heavily, people are sophisticated, the bureaucracy is varied, these life experiences and principles of doing things are not what talent can bring. When the rings of the years were carved into his face one by one, he finally understood that he was still too young after all, young to bear the burden of fame, and light and crazy could not withstand the carving of time. If Heaven let him be reborn in the wind and waves of the South China Sea, he might tell himself, "If you come from the beginning, you will only be a scholar of Taixue, and you will be tired of practicing books, and you will be drunk in the taverns on the streets of Chang'an!" ”