(Historical Documentary Fiction) Under the Ancient Pine Tree
Author: Li Shunlai
On a spring morning during the Ming Dynasty, the morning glow had just faded, the dawn was shining, and the mountain valleys looked particularly fresh and cool.
In the villagers' meeting square of Baotai Village, there stood two middle-aged men, discussing spring plowing.
The older man was the elder brother Li Tingzhang, tall, with black hair, sword eyebrows like peaks, eyes deep and energetic, bronze face showing the simplicity and thickness of the cropper, and his personality was more calm and heavy in the years of experience.
The younger one was his little brother Li Youyu, with thick hair tied over his head, a calm expression on his stern face, a little firm and resolute, and a strong and energetic figure.
During the conversation, I saw only an old man with beautiful hair and flowing hair, riding a jujube red horse accompanied by a loud hoof disease from the south of the village, this person was Wu Ding, a famous minister of the Ming Dynasty, a famous poet, who had been the governor of Yunnan, and after returning to his hometown, he traveled around, and there were inscriptions and poems left by him in many places in Lin County.
When he arrived at the mouth of the village, the old man turned over and dismounted, and Fang saw that the person who came was tall and tall, wearing a blue robe, although he was old, but his spirit was strong, his kind face flashed with infinite affinity and wisdom, and his temperament was elegant, vicissitudes and thickness, and he was full of the poet's temperament and elegance.
He slowly walked to the two of them and said: "Two gentlemen, I heard that there is a thousand-year-old pine in your Leopard Tai Village, I came here to see Fang Rong and find out, I don't know where it grows, can I bother the two to guide the way?
Ting Zhang hurriedly stepped forward and said: Gu Song is not far northeast of the village, please ask Mr. Honorific surname and big name, where did it come from?
The old man said: The humble surname is Wu Mingding, from Zhangde Province!
The two of them listened and hurried forward and said, "Oh, it turned out to be Lord Wu!" I heard the honorific surname and the big name earlier, but I didn't know that the adult was coming today, and I was disappointed, disrespectful, disrespectful!
Wu Dingdao: You don't have to be polite, I am in your land today and disturb you.
The two of them said in unison: Yes, yes.
With that, the three of them turned and walked towards Gu Song together.
As soon as you reach the north entrance of the village, two Hongqing ponds, an ancient temple, a giant pine "straight breath Sensen shame bending plate, iron clothes raw purple scales" shrouded in it, as if the natural ink painting is impressive, Lord Wu hurriedly walked to the front to look carefully, the trunk is thick and tall for about a few inches, the huge canopy of trees supported by the temple and the pool are hidden under the shade, the branches twist and turn at will, and the branches are twisted and turned at will, and the sky is a huge sculpture bonsai, winding into a curve, and the pine needles seem to be particularly sensitive to the wind, like playing with tens of millions of piano keys, and the bursts of Shao Le came from the Heavenly Palace , blowing a pool of clear water, but also blowing away the spring flowers brilliant.
Then the Li brothers accompanied Wu Ding to introduce the humanities and stories of Leopard Terrace Village around longfeng pond, and Lord Wu Ding showed a look of surprise on his face, returning to the ancient pine tree where the three people sat around the stone table, at this time Li Tingzhang asked his family to bring his own rice wine, and prepared four small dishes from the farmhouse, and the three of them drank.
Li Tingzhang first raised a glass and said: "Sir came from afar, it is really an honor for me to be poor and remote, today I have prepared a little thin wine, not a tribute, I hope Mr. Haihan." ”
Wu Ding, who was sitting on the upper seat, said: "It is also fate that we meet on a good day, you are warmly entertained, your feelings are high, it is difficult to thank you!" ”
After three rounds of drinking, Li Youyu said: "Mr. Learn to be rich in five cars, the article is in the world, Mr. Imami is very interested, and he must have some feelings about the beautiful scenery in front of him, why not leave a poem and ink treasure?" ”
Wu Ding said, "I also have this intention, but only because I am shallow in my studies and cannot do my best, since you have this request, it is difficult to be generous, so I have to sacrifice ugliness."
So Li Tingzhang asked people to bring the four treasures of the study room.
Li Youyu also proposed: "There is already a polished stone stele in the temple, which was originally prepared for other uses, and now that Mr. Has arrived, it is a rare opportunity, so it is better to use the stele stone first, let Mr. Li write the poems and ink treasure directly on the stele stone, and then ask the craftsmen to carve it as they are, so as to make eternity and flow for hundreds of generations, I don't know what you think?" ”
Ting Zhang and Wu Ding unanimously said: "This idea is very good, this idea is very good."
So Wu Ding walked to the stele, held the sheep in his hand, dipped in cinnabar, used the pen freely, walked the dragon and snake with the pen, and wrote down in an instant:
Gai Yu pan empty guard purple palace, and the branches and branches of the grass dry embrace the sky;
Sitting and smelling the clear sound like the sky falling, I saw the spirit stirring the wind.
A vigorous, thick, strong, and calm calligraphy work was placed in front of him, and the onlookers applauded.
The craftsman who sent the inscription invited also arrived, and the clear sound of hammer chiseling immediately sounded.
The two of them returned to the stone table under the tree and sat down to continue drinking.
Li Tingzhang said: "Mr. Li is erudite and wide-sighted, and he has been an official in the DPRK for many years, diligent in administration, and has made great achievements. ”
"I can't talk about teaching, and I don't want to talk about people who are inferior, but I want to say what I experienced and what I thought when I was in office, and we should consider it together."
At this time, Wu Ding took advantage of the wine and talked.
You Leopard Terrace Village mountains and rivers are beautiful, the climate is suitable, is a livable place, in the future must pay attention to protection, to prevent destructive logging, firewood with forest to be cut down, to achieve reasonable gradient utilization, otherwise, the destruction of the environment, contrary to nature to be punished by nature, protect good vegetation, protect forest resources, you can change the microclimate, with the evaporation of forest vegetation, the air content of the atmosphere naturally increases, everything has a gravitational force, the foreign water mass will be attracted to form rainfall, the amount of rain in the region is abundant, It will ensure that the water and soil crops in this side will be harvested year after year.
When Wu Ding saw several young children using stone chips as toys, playing with them, and climbing on trees, he said: "You must also attach importance to children's cultural education, run a college to implement Confucianism, so that future generations can know the book and reason, get rid of stupidity, and let it become a fashion to re-teach and revitalize learning." ”
Li Youyu said happily: "Sir is indeed exporting extraordinary, what he said is very much, really listen to Jun's words, better than reading ten years of books, ah, we will post a notice tomorrow, educate the villagers to pay attention to the protection of forest trees, this winter we will invite Mr. Teaching, build the academy, so that future generations can receive enlightenment education."
Someone came to report during the conversation: "The inscription has been engraved, please go and look at it." ”
They walked into the ancient temple courtyard together to observe, and they were very satisfied with the craftsmanship of the stonemason, and immediately erected the monument.
Seeing that the sun had risen, Wu Ding waved goodbye and told Ma Nan to go.
Ting Zhang and Yu Yu stood at the entrance of the village and watched as they disappeared at the end of the road.
About the Author
Li Shunlai is a native of Linzhou, Henan Province, and after retiring from the post of Chinese teacher in rencun middle school, he has lived with his son in Changzhi for a long time and is a member of the Changzhi Writers Association. In recent years, he has worked tirelessly and struggled for life, and his prose works such as "The Sound of the Ringing of the Bell", "Red Past", "Flying Pen Walking Characters Red Mountain Red", "Raising Silkworms and Scattering Memories", and "The Cycle of Life" have successively appeared in the "Henan Daily" Zhongyuanfeng Supplement, the "Changzhi Daily" Taihang Supplement, the "Anyang Daily" Yifeng Supplement, the "HongqiQu Bao" Supplement, the "Luzhou Literature" and other newspapers and periodicals.
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