"Ask Liu Nineteen"
Green ant new wine, red clay small stove.
Late to the day want snow, can you drink a cup of nothing?
Heavy snow outside the window, twilight and night talk, unload all the defenses, forget the troubles in your heart, and the old people and friends to push the cup to change the wine, this is probably what we urban people yearn for now, the fairy-like life.
This poem is Bai Juyi's "oil poem" written to his friend Liu Nineteen when he was living in Luoyang in his later years, the reason why it is an oil poem is because Bai Juyi is a talker and good at narrative, his "Long Hate Song" has 840 words, "Pipa Xing" has 616 words, and even the well-known "away from the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered", in fact, there are 8 sentences.
Probably because he loves to talk, so Bai Juyi has many friends, Liu Nineteen is Liu Yuxi's cousin Liu Yutong, and Liu Yuxi is Liu Twenty-Eight, like Li Shangyin, Han Yu, Wang Zhifu and other people are also Bai Lotte's confidants, especially the arrogant Yuan Shu, who is also Bai Lotte's soul friend.
Probably influenced by film and television and literary works, I have seen many literary and artistic young people say that they want to dream back to the Tang Dynasty, like these literati to travel through the mountains and rivers, collect lotus and boat, one person and one dog to go to the end of the world, wouldn't it be unpleasant. In fact, in ancient China, most of those poets and talents did not live satisfactorily, basically the ideal was very full, and the reality was very bone.
For example, Yuan Shu, who lived on the streets in his later years, had to live by begging, Li Shangyin was also desolate in the evening, Du Fu lived in a thatched hut and worried about the world, and Su Dongpo was so poor that he could not afford to eat meat. And Bai Juyi did not get much better, at the age of 67, he got a wind disease, dismissed the prince and the young fu, stopped, there was no salary, 68 years old to the wilderness, the pension was halved, and life was not rich.
Over the years, the road in the world should also go, so Bai Juyi is indifferent in his heart and sees through the shackles. Just like this poem written to Liu Nineteen, the fire reflected the red walls, standing at the firewood gate, expecting old friends to come in the snow.
We often say that the glory of the flowers between the dew, the rich grass frost, I think in his later years Bai Lotte really lived to understand, his life of the official sea ups and downs, the heart of the cangsheng, rich time to help the world, poor is alone, a cup of turbid wine stole half a day of idleness. When you get old, you abandon your fame and fortune, and you begin to truly realize that those fame and fortune are just clouds of smoke, and what you can really miss is still those old friends.
When Yuan Shu died, he wrote an epitaph for Yuan Shu, and the Yuan family gave him 600,000 to 700,000 yuan in writing fees, and he gave all of them to the Xiangshan Temple in Luoyang. At the age of 73, Bai Juyi paid for the excavation of the stone beach around the Longmen area that hindered the boat trip, and the people of Huiji side passed away at the age of 75 and had no regrets in his life.
More than 1,300 years later, when we look back at the spirited Bai Lotte in Chang'an City at that time, we still can't help but feel a lot of emotions in our hearts. He studied hard as a teenager, so that his mouth was sore and his hands were cocooned, he read and read white, and at the age of 31, he officially won a meritorious name, and for 7 years he continued to write books, advising Emperor Xianzong to observe the current politics and find out the emperor's mistakes, so he was degraded to Jiangzhou, transferred to Suzhou and Hangzhou, and finally Luoyang in his later years.
In his lifetime, he composed more than 3,000 poems, "Long Hate Song" was popular among the population, "Selling Charcoal" was a needle and a bad time, and "Pipa Xing" was popular, leaving a strong mark in the history of Chinese literature.
Perhaps Bai Juyi was once lost, or he was discouraged when he was demoted, but he always had an optimistic belief in his heart, even if he was most unsatisfactory, he could still dive down to brew a pot of wine, prepare pen and ink paper, and express his heart.
Looking at the hustle and bustle in a quiet place, looking for leisure in the chaos, this state of mind is worth each of us to study well, and this life of a person is nothing more than a long practice.
Life in the big city is in a hurry every day, sometimes, we ourselves forget why we are busy, if one day you also feel confused, you may wish to calm down, warm a pot of old wine, invite three or five friends to reminisce about the past.
The heart is quiet, the heavens and the earth are naturally broad, especially like a sentence: "Compared with life and death, everything is just a bruise", the missed people have missed, the lost years will not come again, the ideal and the future are handed over to the effort, as long as it goes on steadily, fate will eventually give everyone an answer.
I hope that one day, I can also meet you in a corner of the world, and then ask softly: Rain and snow in the evening, can I drink a cup of nothing?