Legend of Tang Poetry: Seeing Meng Haoran, Wang Wei remembered Qi Wuqian

When Meng Haoran stepped into Wang Wei's mansion, he heard the melodious and beautiful sound of the piano. He stopped,

Standing in the courtyard, listening with bated breath.

Wang Wei was playing the piano. His eyes were half-closed, his heart as still as water, his fingers gently plucking the strings. Deeply intoxicated by the rhythm of the music, he forgot the existence of himself for a while, as if transforming into a bird and flying into the deep and green forest depicted by the sound of the piano. Then, a light rain drifts in the twilight hazy forest, and the raindrops fall on the treetops and flow down the branches, like a gushing spring, and the pleasant sound of water is pleasant...

When the song ends, Wang Wei's feelings return to reality from the music world, only to see strange guests in the courtyard.

Wang Wei stood up, "May I ask, which one are you?" ”

Meng Haoran was also intoxicated by the sound of the piano, and at this moment he woke up like a dream. Seeing Wang Wei, who was 12 years younger than him, polite and generous, with a sense of admiration, thinking that he had reached the age of no confusion, still had a vague future, and suddenly became sad, he bowed deeply: "In the lower Xiangyang Meng Haoran, I have admired Wang Weijun for a long time, and I have come to pay my respects!" ”

"Oh, you're Brother Haoran! I have read your "Night Return to Lumen Mountain Song" and "Passing the Old Man's Village" and like you

poem. Come in! ”

The two main and guest sat down, and the child servant brought tea.

Wang Wei said apologetically, "You have already arrived, let you wait for a long time." ”

Meng Haoran said, "Oh, it's not a long wait, it's enjoyment." I have never heard such a beautiful piano sound, a natural sound. ”

"You've won the prize, I'm just enjoying myself." Did you come to Chang'an to take the test? ”

"I'm here for the test."

"Well, you are..."

"I'm the first." Meng Haoran sighed.

Wang Wei's heart sank, and he couldn't help but think of Qi Wuqian, who was also a fallen. There is Qi Wu diving in the front, and there is Meng Haoran in the back! Wang Weike did not want to hear words such as "returning to his hometown" and "returning to hiding" next, and deliberately diverged from the topic: "Are you coming to Chang'an for the first time?" ”

"It's the first time."

Seeing that Meng Haoran was wearing a coarse cloth shirt, full of local atmosphere, and it was difficult to hide the poet's elegant temperament, Wang Wei suddenly had the idea of painting.

"Brother Haoran, let me paint a portrait of you!"

"On my first visit, I didn't dare to bother Wang Weijun."

"It's not a nuisance. I have read "Passing the Old Man's Village", and the poems are like their people. Love the rustic atmosphere of your rustic countryside, so I want to paint a portrait for you. ”

Wang Wei put a chair in a brightly lit place, let Meng Haoran sit down, and ordered the child servant to prepare paper, pencil and ink and began to paint. While painting, chatting.

"Your poem 'Steaming clouds dream, waves shake Yueyang City' is very imposing. After coming to Chang'an, did you see Zhang say that the old minister? ”

"I met Zhang Laoxiang, and he also read my "Zhang ChengXiang on the Lindong Court", which was very appreciative." But the old man was old and wanted to carry me, but he was powerless. ”

Wang Wei sighed: "Zhang said that he has been a minister three times, and it is not easy. His literary talent is even more revered, and 'East Wall Library, West Garden Han Molin' will be passed down through the ages. People in the future may not know Zhang Shuo as a minister, but they will certainly remember Zhang Shuo as a poet. ”

Meng Haoran pondered: Since Zhang Laoxiang must be passed down as a poet, why should he bother to seek one

What about half-time official duties? Wouldn't it be better to go back and write poetry with peace of mind? I think so in my heart, but it is not convenient to say it explicitly.

Wang Wei asked again, "Have you seen Zhang Jiuling?" ”

"Seen it. The Ninth Age Gong and I have known each other for a long time, and we have seen each other very happily. But his current situation is not convenient for me. ”

Speaking of Zhang Jiuling, Wang Wei looked pleasant: "'Lan Ye Chun Wei Rui, Gui Hua Qiu Jiao Jie', what a wonderful verse!" ”

"'The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time', which is also popular among the population." Meng Haoran admired.

Wang Wei asked again, "Who else have you seen in Chang'an?" ”

"Wang Changling, I live in Wang Changling's house."

"Oh, it's Wang Changling who wrote 'Qin Shi Mingyue Han Shi Guan, Ten Thousand Miles Long March People Have Not Returned'. He's got a jinshi, right? ”

"Yes."

"His room is cramped, not as spacious as mine, and you can move in to my house."

"Thank you Wang Weijun! But not necessarily. ”

"Why?"

"I'm going back to my hometown."

Wang Wei heard the words he least wanted to hear, felt displeased, stopped painting, and slapped the brush on the table. Su Wei, Wang Wei noticed that he was out of shape, his expression eased, and he wanted to persuade Meng Haoran as he had done when he had advised Qi Wuqian.

Picking up the paintbrush and continuing to paint, Wang Wei slowly talked about the past: "Have you seen the "Send Qi Wu Sneaking Homecoming" that I wrote. After Qi Wu had sneaked into the first place, all his thoughts were gray, and he came to bid farewell to me, and he wanted to return to the hidden mountain forest. I tried my best to persuade Qi Wu to change his mind and say to him, 'The holy son of heaven is wise today.' We are born in a glorious and prosperous world, and we must not be hermits who live in the mountains and forests. The elite talents of the whole world should rush to serve the imperial court and gain fame for themselves. Your setbacks are temporary, and you cannot doubt what I am saying because of this. After returning home, think about it seriously, and when you think it through, go back to Chang'an, I am waiting for you here! Qi Wuqian listened to my advice, and after returning to his hometown to visit his family, he went to Ruoye Creek to play a trip, scattered his mind, wrote a poem "Spring Pan Ruoye Creek", and returned to Chang'an. He took the exam again, and he did pass the jinshi! You see, how important it is to listen to people's advice. ”

Meng Haoran was silent for a long time and sighed: "I made plans to return to my hometown, and I also have my own ideas." After coming to Chang'an, he lived in Wang Changling's home. We read under the same lamp, ate in the same pot, wrote in the same ink, and slept together at night on the same bed. I have a deep admiration for Chang Lingjun's talent and character. However, his encounter also made me choke my wrists: he was a jinshi in the examination, only a small school secretary in the secretary province, only eight buckets high, five cars rich, but the family was surrounded by disciples. A talent like Wang Changling, who has passed the entrance examination, is still in such a situation, my talent is not as good as Chang Lingjun, what hope can I expect? ”

Wang Wei waved his hand: "You don't have to be too inferior, you have to have confidence." Wang Changling's situation is temporary, and there will definitely be opportunities for promotion in the future. When Zhang Jiuling first entered his career, he also worked as a school secretary. You listen to my advice, don't go anywhere, just stay in Chang'an! ”

Meng Haoran wondered, "What can I do if I stay in Chang'an?" ”

Wang Wei was confident: "I know that you are good at poetry, and Chang'an is the place where the literati and inkers gather, so you should stay in Chang'an to write poetry." With your talent, you will stand out from the crowd. I have a lot of connections and help you with referrals. All you have to do is improvise poetry and show off your talents. ”

Meng Haoran doubted the letter: "I specially presented the "Lindongting" to Zhang Shu, but it did not work. What is the use of writing poetry in general? Can this road be opened? ”

"Yes. In fact, this was the path I took when I first arrived in Chang'an. I came to Chang'an at the age of 15, and because I was good at writing poetry, painting and music, I quickly became acquainted with many princes and nobles. With connections, things are easy to manage. It is important that the poetry dedication seems aimless, but it can improve your prestige and let everyone know about you. Mix with those in power, and they will think of you at the crucial moment. In this way, you have the opportunity to make a contribution. ”

Meng Haoran was overjoyed: "Wang Weijun's idea is really very good. I listen to you and don't go. ”

Wang Weihaha laughed and said seriously, "Telling you this seems a bit vulgar." We are all people of high moral character, but this world is vulgar. In order to realize the dream of serving the country and making meritorious achievements, it is really unavoidable to have to go against the noble taste and pursue the vulgar and impatient name! ”

Meng Haoran agreed with what Wang Wei said, and there was no other way.

At this time, Wang Wei's portrait of Meng Haoran was completed, and meng Haoran in the painting came to life, and the style and charm jumped on the paper.

Meng Haoran was extremely grateful: "I want to preserve this portrait forever and remember Wang Weijun's deep friendship for the rest of my life." ”