There is a valley in Wudang Mountain, called Runaway Valley, and there is a sculpture of Lao Tzu riding a bull at the mouth of the valley. The sculpture and the name undoubtedly come from the Taoists, implying the state after attaining the Tao, that is, leisure.
I liked the name, and I loved the silent valley, but I didn't feel at ease there, even if it rained lightly in the afternoon, and the clouds were ethereal, like a fairyland. I was a layman who was troubled by my own problems.
Not only did I not, but the rushing water of the stream, the crowded grass and trees on the mountain, the insects and birds that dreamed of the birds, the stones crawling with berry moss, I don't think they were idle. A strict order rules everything, unwritten, invisible, and it is here.
I was walking with a "Dao Chief", who was actually the director of a certain martial arts museum, wearing a black Daoist robe, no crown scarf, a bun on the top of his head, a gray beard and a chest, I don't know if he is really a Dao chief. He carried a basket to collect medicine along the way, and I asked him if he believed in immortality, and he said he believed but it was difficult to do. I understand that after reading Ge Hong's "Baopuzi", eating men and women, people's great desires, and now I don't know how many people can leave. If you can do that, do you want to live forever? I asked again. He thought for a moment, looked up at the mountain in the fog, and said with a lonely look that he wanted to live in the mountains for the rest of his life.
I didn't ask him why he couldn't, and some things were still not good to know. He continued to teach tai chi, martial arts, medicine picking, loneliness, robes and beards, perhaps "human", perhaps a representation of his soul.
After a day of swimming in the Getaway Valley and walking for more than twenty miles, I didn't think about anything, I couldn't put it down, and then I went back to life. Finally understand that people can escape the whole world, but they cannot escape themselves, the medicine is not on the mountain, the medicine is in time, in people's hearts.
Runaway Valley (Three Books)
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Peach blossoms are like a magic
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"Peach Blossoms of Daelimji Temple"
(Tang) Bai Juyi
In April, the peach blossoms of the mountain temple began to bloom.
Long hate spring return nowhere to be found, do not know to turn into this.
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Dalin Temple is at the top of lushan incense burner peak, inaccessible, the ring temple is full of clear flowing stones, short pine and thin bamboo, the mountain is high and deep, and the season is extremely late. It is the year of Mengxia, Lotte and friends a total of seventeen people, self-bequest love grass hall, the east and west erlin, climb the furnace peak, the first to the Dalin Temple, see the mountain peach Shihua, the stream grass is still short, the wind and weather are different from the flat settlement, suddenly if you don't create a world, because the slogan is absolutely cloudy.
The above is written by Bai Juyi in the "Preface to you Dalin Temple", which can be used as the background for the creation of the poem, and the preface reads: "From the post road to the mountain gate, there was no half-schedule, since Xiao, Wei, and Li You, there have been twenty years since then, and there is no successor." Woohoo! The same is true of the temptations of fame and fortune. ”
In fact, there is no need to understand the background, because this poem is very simple, the terrain is different, the seasons and phenology are different, the altitude is high, and the Mengxia April is like a February day, which is also common sense. Common sense is not poetry, poetry begins with surprise, and cares about "trance".
"April in the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms of the mountain temple begin to bloom", these two sentences have several surprises. Thinking that spring has passed, at first sight of the peach blossoms blooming, I was surprised and delighted, it turned out that the spring here had just begun, and the original spring had not passed, but had just turned to the mountains. The peach blossoms of the mountain temple have a special charm, nothing is more like the peach blossoms in the spring light, and the peach blossoms that bloom in the mountain temple are not brighter.
The world is full of flowers, the mountain temple flowers begin to bloom, is there still a layer of Zen? Lotte was the Sima of Jiangzhou at the time, and his career was frustrated, so he left the human world and came to the deep mountains, and found that there was a world and earth here. There is a sentence in Xin's "Partridge Heaven": "The peach and plum in the city are sad and rainy, and the cauliflower flowers are in the xitou in the spring", which can be crossed with each other.
"Long hate spring returns to nowhere", before entering the mountain, Gai has died of injury, complaining that the spring light does not stop, hating the flowers falling in a hurry. "I don't know how to turn into this", unexpectedly, I saw spring again in the mountains of the ancient temple, and it turned out that spring did not disappear, but just transferred to another world.
This is an inhuman world, the blooming peach blossoms seem to be a door to the fairyland, such as the peach blossom forest in "Peach Blossom Origin", and the fishermen of Wuling are also in a trance to break into another time and space. If you change the peach blossom to a plum flower or a cauliflower, I am afraid it will not work, the white of the plum flower, the yellow of the cauliflower, it is not easy to create illusions. Peach blossoms are like a magic, the red of peach blossoms, the quiet of peach blossoms, and the fragrance of peach blossoms, it seems that they will have such an intoxicating effect on people.
The last two sentences of the previous commentary on the poem know that I am afraid that "this middle" cannot stay for a long time. Waking up from the dream, the peach blossoms of the mountain temple are not in the fairyland after all, and they will fall for a while, and spring will eventually leave. how? The Plum Blossom Nunzi of the Tang Dynasty returned from his footsteps and composed the poem "Sniffing Plum": "Focusing on finding spring and not seeing spring, mangshoe stepping on the clouds of lingtou." Returning laughing and twisting plum blossoms to sniff, the spring flower branches have been very much. "After enlightenment, she said that she broke the Zen machine, spring is not far away, not elsewhere, just in the nearest place to you, the heart is full of ten thousand laws, why ask for it?!"
Ming Anon. "Mountain Temple Asks The Chart Vertical Axis"
What is the true face of Lushan?
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"Title Xi Lin Bi"
(Song Dynasty) Su Shi
Horizontally, it is a peak on the side of the ridge, and the height of the distance is different.
I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only in this mountain.
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I would like to talk to the dongpo resident and ask him: "The French writer Maupassant said that in Paris, the only place where the Eiffel Tower cannot be seen is on the Eiffel Tower. Does your poem mean the same thing? ”
It is said that Maupassant opposed the construction of the Eiffel Tower in Paris, and after the Eiffel Tower was built, he often went there to eat and drink afternoon tea, and when the waiter asked him why, he said the above words. Maupassant and Su Shi originally did not mean the same thing, but this sentence alone is the same, and people today often quote it in a similar context.
You can't see a thing clearly, especially a grand thing, because you are in it, you can only look horizontally into a peak on the side of the ridge, and the height of the distance is different, that is, you can only see the part and not the whole, that is, you can't see the true face of Lushan Mountain.
So how can we see the true face of Lushan? Literally, you have to look outside the mountain. In this way, you can see a whole, but there are still problems, such as the perspective of the outside is also far and near different heights, standing fifty meters away and five hundred meters away, from the roof of the ten-story building and from a thousand meters above the sky, the overall image of Lushan is different. Moreover, at four o'clock in the morning, the weather and rain will be sunny, and the face of Lushan will be different.
Does Lushan have a "true face"? As soon as the words stopped, I saw Dongpo smiling at the flowers. There is no real face, it can also be said that it is all true face, illegal and not illegal, is this right? Dongpo was silent. Don't say, don't say.
Not only Lushan, but if anything is more true, it is not the same. Take this coffee cup on the table, "coffee cup" is just a convenient name for it from a functional point of view, it can also be a teacup, it can also be a bowl, a flower pot, or placed there as a work of art, as long as you want, it can also be your patron saint, no one prescribes what it can only be. What is its true face? I can reluctantly describe what it looks like: white, porcelain, open, with a handle, with a capacity of about half a liter. What is the cup in your head? White has a variety of white, porcelain feels different, how big the open, what shape of the handle, etc., I believe that everyone will conceive a cup of their own according to their own experience and imagination. It can be seen that words cannot really say a thing, so the Zen master admonishes us: "Opening is wrong."
If this cup is right in front of your eyes, can you see it for what it really is? I believe that you will be like me, the more you look at it, the more you don't know what it is. The same cup, everyone sees the look in their own eyes, maybe most people will say that it is a coffee cup, but this is only a description of experience, like when I was a child, I didn't know about coffee, let alone coffee cup, I may say water cup, may not be able to say, because we drank water from a bowl at that time. This is only in the case of human beings whose sensory experiences are more or less the same, and if it is extended to other species and other life forms, then what we call the cup is even more unknown.
Having said this far, it is better to trace the source to a question: does the cup in front of you really exist? You might say that no matter how you call it to describe it, no matter what other people or whatever else thinks of it, as an object, it is really here. So in your sleep at night, when you are dreaming and do not know that you are dreaming, the things in the dream are equally real in cognition for you in the dream and the cup that you think you see when you are awake. Isn't it?
This can also be extended to all people, things, things, and the whole world. Maybe each of us is just living in our own dreams, and the so-called "reality" is just a dream shared by collective beliefs, no different from the family that children play with.
Qing Qian Weicheng "Lushan High Axis"
Say goodbye to the old man in the mountains
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"The Full Moon of Man: The Book of Yamanaka"
(Yuan) Zhang Kejiu
Rise and fall through the ages, prosperous dreams, poetry eyes tired of the end of the world.
KongLin trees, Wugong vines, Chu Temple Jackdaws.
Several huts, a collection of 10,000 volumes, thrown into the old village home.
What's going on in the mountains? Pine blossom sake, spring water sencha.
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This is a loose song, the lyrics are simple, and there is no aftertaste. The prologue is long and sprinkled, but it is fresh and interesting. Here's a short cut, pick up a beautiful sentence, and turn it into a modern poem for the reader:
Fold a thin body, step on the rainbow bridge after the rain, and enter the mountain.
The mountain recognizes the woodcutter to the tree, the water recognizes the fisherman to give the fish, I am not a tree and not a fisherman,
It has everything, and if there is no road, there is a road everywhere.
The more you read the poem, the thicker it gets, the thinner the day gets, and the lighter life gets when you read it.
Tomorrow there are tomorrow's flying flowers, and the day after tomorrow has fallen leaves.
About three autumns ago, the old man with the white beard and flowing chest came to visit,
Copper money for wine, after that across the mountain to say something cloudy and round.
Pine blossoms make new wine, I call it flower carving, it is called flower carving.
If you want to borrow the spring to send wine to warm up, you are expected to face it
It was a pile of ruins, and the old man was extinct.
Picking up a broken banner, the new paper was fresh ink and written:
"Several huts, 10,000 volumes of books, thrown into the old village home"
A thin pen ink plum, dotted with plum petals, clumsy and very easy.
Rising and falling through the ages, prospering a dream, he avoided this wind in the mountains.
Old man and book, where is this going? Mountains are empty mountains.
Intuitive perception of life
Also the true face of ancient poetry
Beijing News Book Review Weekly Weekend Poetry Reading Column
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"Reading Poetry on the Weekend: Drizzle and Wet Streamers"
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Edition: Qinghai People's Publishing House, January 2022
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