When you wake up, you cross again.
Mr. Lu Xun said that, for example, crossing is more or less a life and two times.
You are awakened by the sound of chanting and gold in your ears.
You rub your eyes and see a young man in armor training, tapping on the copper cup on the table, holding a roll of silk, and reading in a rhythmic rhythm: "Jing Shi Ling Tai, Jing Zhi Camp." If the common people attack it, it will not be achieved in a day..."
Do you know that this is a verse from the "Book of Poetry, Daya Lingtai", and the mind is counting the current years, and the young man returns the unfinished poem to you, approving: "Is this the lyrics for the celebration of the Lingtai tonight?" The matter of lilly is indeed the fourth brother who is the best at it. ”
Lingtai? Fourth brother?
You suddenly realize that you are now Zhou Shudan, the fourth son of King Wen of Zhou, and the young man in front of you should be the founding monarch of the future Western Zhou Dynasty, Ji Fa.
"The Legend of Nezha" Ji Fa
Ji Fa patted your shoulder, "Why don't you go to the spirit house, maybe the inspiration will come." ”
While nodding your head, you cried bitterly in your heart, not expecting that this time there was a limited-time task of "propositional composition", and I did not know whether to send a sub-question or a proposition.
Ji Fa rode a horse to take you out of the capital Ofo kyo and towards Lingyuan. Not far from Fengdu, this spiritual enclosure is a vast mountain forest with lush grass and trees and inhabited by birds and animals, with a radius of about seventy miles.
"One hundred miles of heavenly sons, forty miles of princes" is the standard for the ancients to divide the area of the built garden according to their status. At this time, it was the sixth year of King Wen, and Ji Chang had not yet been crowned king, so he strictly adhered to the hierarchy of etiquette, which was slightly higher than that of the princes, and was not equal to the king's regulations, not occupying the fields of too many people, but also ensuring that the princes and nobles had a place for hunting and entertainment, which was a step of "returning the world to the heart" and promoting the magic of moral government.
You and Ji Fa get off your horse and walk, the breeze blows the leaves, and the scenery and the sound of the wind are pleasant. The shiny-furred yaks flickered lightly among the grass and trees, the swamp was full of swimming fish, and three or two white birds stood next to the clear pool, leisurely combing their wings against the reflection.
Ji Fa used his horse whip to pluck the artemisia grass around his waist and said to you, "When the Lingyuan is fully completed and the Father and King do not come to hunt, you can allow the woodcutters to hunt firewood, the hunters to hunt pheasants and rabbits, and you can also fish turtles." ”
You nod, precisely because King Wen allowed the common people to come to the Lingyuan to collect firewood and hunt for a certain period of time, and although the prey they obtained had to be shared with the king, the Wenwang Lingyuan was still evaluated by later generations, such as Liang Sicheng, as "the oldest park in China".
You were standing under a tree resting, when you saw an official running hurriedly past not far away, and Ji Fa stopped him, and the man saw that it was the two of you, and quickly confessed his sins, explaining that he had something important to report to Wang Yu.
The official wiped his sweat: "In the process of excavating the spirit swamp, an ownerless skeleton was found and was about to be reported to Wang Dingduo." ”
Ji Ji waved his hand, signaled him to go quickly, turned his head and raised an eyebrow at you: "Do you guess what the father said?" ”
You remember the story of "Ze and Dry Bones" in Liu Xiang's New Preface of the Western Han Dynasty, so you:
A. He recited the original words of King Wen of Zhou
B. Therefore, I don't know
Although the relationship between Ji Fa and Zhou Gongdan's brothers seems to be good, but at this time, it is still a first ambush, you shake your head: "If Brother Fool is curious, will you know it if you look at it in the past?" ”
Ji Fa narrowed his eyes: "You boy scolded me for being stupid? ”
You righteously say, "There is no such thing." ”
The two of you followed the official to see King Wen of Zhou, and Ji Chang was inspecting the newly completed Lingtai with a group of civil and military officials, which was two feet high and one hundred and twenty steps back, and tonight a banquet would be held here, and the monarchs and courtiers would enjoy themselves together.
Ji Fa and you went forward to salute, and then asked the officials to clarify the situation, and King Wen replied, as recorded in the history books, "Find another place to bury this skeleton." ”
The official added, "King, this is indeed just a masterless corpse. ”
King Wen smiled and shook his head, "That's wrong. He who owns the world is the lord of the world; he who owns the country is the head of a country. If the widow is the master, he will be the master of his subjects, so how can it be said that this is the corpse of the ownerless? King Wen ordered the officials to immediately find a coffin for the remains, put on clothes for it, and find another place to bury it.
The surrounding officials were praising King Wen's "Ze and Dry Bones" sage, and Ji Fa threw a look at you: "How? Now it's time to finish your 'masterpiece', right? ”
You pat yourself on the head and almost forget that there is such a "homework" waiting for you.
It's night.
Bells and drums play in unison, and music and dance rise to the level. The lights on the spiritual platform are bright, and hundreds of officials gather, laughing and laughing, wine and food, and jointly celebrating the casting of the spiritual platform, which is to fulfill the mandate of heaven and honor the will of God.
Indeed, you know that in the legend, tonight King Wen will sleep on the embroidery bed of the lingtai, meet a "flying bear" in his dream, and tomorrow he will go to the Edge of the Weishui River to see Jiang Ziya of the Flying Bear under the divination of Dr. Sanyisheng. King Wen searched for Wen Wuxian, And Jiang Shang longed for the Chaotic Lord, and the two of them hit it off at once, and after that, the Zhou people keyin and unified the Spring and Autumn periods were unstoppable.
From this point of view, the casting of the spiritual platform is indeed an auspicious omen.
When everyone was pushing the cups and changing the cups, and the wine was in good spirits, Ji Fa went to the front of King Wen's case to perform the ceremony, saying that Shu Dan had written a new poem for today's celebration. When King Wen heard this, he immediately paused the music and dance, and a look of approval appeared in his eyes, asking you to sing this poem in harmony with the crowd.
You suspected that Ji Fa was revenge for calling him "Foolish Brother", and secretly rolled his eyes at him, but saw that he had picked up the tapir and the copper fence on the table and was excited to play the accompaniment for you.
"Through the Spirit Platform, through the Camp." If the common people attack it, it will not be achieved in a day. ”
Your voice is clear and loud, reciting the verses of the "Poetry Sutra, Daya Lingtai", and unfolding a picture of the dynasty's dreams.
In the silence, Ji Fa whispered as you repeated, and the musicians and other officials, as well as the soldiers guarding the spiritual platform, followed suit, tapping the bronze vessels, weapons and musical instruments at hand.
The sound of mingjin was far and wide, and together with the low chanting sound of the Zhou people, it passed through the spiritual confinement, the royal capital, and crossed the fengshui in the dark night, like a victorious incantation, enveloping the land of Shenzhou.
Through the Spirit Platform, through the Camp.
If the common people attack it, it will not be achieved in a day.
Don't be anxious at the beginning, the sons of the common people come.
The king is in the spirit, and the deer are ambushed.
A shikaga, a white-sardine.
Wang is in Lingnuma, Yu Yuyu jumps.
虡業維枞, 贲鼓維镛.
On the drum bell, yu le peiyong.
On the drum bell, yu le peiyong.
The drums are everywhere. Gong Gong Gong.
Speaking of gardens, this series of columns will lead readers to take a light boat of a leaf to travel through the thousand years of time in the sea of literature, visit the beautiful gardens under the world, and taste the rich history and culture contained in them. Our next trip, we have the opportunity to meet again.