On August 25, 1597, the twenty-fifth year of the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Dai was born in Shanyin County, Zhejiang. The Zhang family has a Shouzhi Building, there is a pen hanging on the wall, take it down to write, write everything is fulfilled. No children write about children, and when they are sick, they write about what medicine to take. Zhang Dai's mother wrote that she wanted to have a child, and the divine pen asked her to go somewhere to get a elixir, eat it, and give birth to Zhang Dai. Zhang Dai suffered from phlegm disease (referring to epilepsy caused by phlegm fever) at first birth, and ate several baskets of beef yellow pills to be good.
At the age of five, the Lantern Festival, Zhang Dai followed his father to Longshan to see the lights, sang and orchestrated, and was deep and obscure. On the sixteenth day of the first month, my father invited the weaving eunuch to go to the star pavilion on the top of the mountain to eat, and when he went to the bottom of the mountain, he saw the forbidden article posted by the imperial court, and the eunuch quickly smiled and said, "Obey him, obey him, let's obey him." The mouth said "obey him", but the body was very honest, and a group of people took a car up the mountain, looked around, and could pick the stars with their hands.
Six years old, one day, the uncle came out with a pair, the peach in the painting could not be picked, Zhang Dai was right, and the flowers in the pen dreamed of the future. Uncle said, you are our family's Jiang Yan (Southern Dynasty literary artist). Another day, the guest came, saw the lotus flowers in the pool, out of a pair, the lotus leaves are like a plate difficult to store water, Zhang Dai to yue, the durian flowers like fire without smoke. The seat beat was praised for a long time.
At the age of ten, my grandfather resigned from office and returned home, depressed, in order to relieve the depression in his chest, he stored a lot of prostitutes, such as the dining class, Su Xiaoxiao class and so on. The catering class is the best, because there are people in the class named Wang Kedian, hence the name. Su Xiaoxiao's class has someone named Pan Xiaofei and Ma Xiaoqing.
At the age of fifteen, his grandmother died, and his grandfather dismissed Zhu Ji and devoted himself to learning. There are thousands of books, and the poems are advancing day by day.
At the age of sixteen, Zhang Dai fell into a wandering state, not knowing what the future was. At this time, his grandfather had died in the first assistant of the cabinet, his grandfather resigned from office and returned home, there was no one in the DPRK, Zhang Dai was very confused, so he went to the Nanzhen Temple under huiji mountain to pray to the gods and ask for the future name.
At the age of twenty-six, Zhang Dai set up a cockfighting club under Longshan Mountain, imitating the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Bo who wrote "Cockfighting Fu", a group of floating prodigal disciples fought cocks with him every day, zhang Dai repeatedly won, winning countless antique calligraphy and paintings. One day reading the history of the wild, I saw that The Tang Ming Emperor Li Longji was also a chicken like him, and he also liked cockfighting, and as a result, he almost lost the Tang Dynasty, so he quit this play.
At the age of twenty-seven, he compiled the "Xu Wen Changyi Manuscript". Xu Wenchang was a great literary hero during the Jiajing period, a wandering skeleton, a talented world, and has always been an idol of Zhang Dai. Xu Wenchang wrote a lot in his lifetime, and Zhang Dai's grandfather said that sorting out Xu Wenchang's manuscript was "like picking up a peacock feather, taking its golden jade and discarding its feathers." This means that the articles written by Xu Wenchang are good and bad, and it is necessary to take the essence of the rough and abandon the bad and select the best. Zhang Dai then asked his grandfather to check the customs and sorted out a "Xu Wenchang Fine Text".
At the age of twenty-nine, my grandfather died. At that time, Zhang Dai was playing in Suzhou, and his grandfather had a collection of 30,000 books, which were full of annotations from generations of the Zhang family, but unfortunately they were all taken away by Zhang Dai's uncle and brother and the doormen and slaves.
At the age of thirty-two, he compiled the "Biography of Ancient and Modern Righteousness", which began in the Western Zhou Dynasty and ended in the first year of Daming Chongzhen, and compiled more than 500 "loyal and righteous people". Zhang Dai recalled that when he was a child, he read Water Margin and saw that Song Jiang, the leader of the bandits, "had few setbacks, so he sighed for it," fearing that the officers and soldiers would arrest the good men of Liangshan. When it came to Zheng Fangla, the good man of Liangshan died in seven pieces, so he "mourned miserably and could not bear the final volume." The reason why I like Song Jiang so much is because of the word "loyalty". Inspired by this, he compiled the book.
At the age of thirty-four, Zhang Dai's favorite man's father died, and Zhang Dai pawned a mink coat and buried his father.
Thirty-six years old, hometown drought, Zhang Dai hired a group of people dressed as thirty-six good men in the water margin to pray for rain, the city can not find the right person, go to the suburbs to find, go to the mountains to find, go to the neighboring county capital to find, and finally get together, all as described in the book, there are nine points similar. When praying for rain, the spectators are blocked, and the alleys are empty. At that time, the rebels were everywhere, people were uneasy, and some people asked, what do you mean by getting a bunch of bandits to pray for rain. Zhang Dai looked confused, I just thought it was funny, I didn't think so much about it. However, he could not say that it was not interesting, and after a little thought, he said that the good men of Liangshan were finally recruited and became loyal and righteous men of the Great Song Dynasty, and the leader was "Timely Rain". I use them to pray for rain because I want the heavens to rain a "timely rain". People listened and laughed and went away.
In the late winter of that year, Zhang Dai lived near the West Lake, and on three days of heavy snow, the people and birds in the lake were silent, and the moon stars were rare, Zhang Dai took a boat to the lake pavilion to enjoy the snow, roasting the stove, tasting small wine.
A few days later, his father died. His father is also a brash man, when he was a teenager, he fought with his friends, first ate a ten-pound fat goose, and then used the old goose soup to cook ten bowls of cold noodles, and the friend was willing to bow to the wind.
Thirty-eight years old, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, a group of friends youlingsheng prostitutes, a total of more than 700 people, drank and sang songs at the Tiger Hill Temple in Suzhou, the sound was like a tide, and the mountains were thunderous. Hungry in the middle of the night, let the monks cook rice to eat, and the monks use large wooden barrels to pick up rice, and the supply is not repeated. The people scattered in all directions, the moonlight was like water splashing on the ground, and people in the middle of the moon were like bathing.
At the age of thirty-nine, Zhang Dai took the provincial examination for the first time and fell off the list because the format did not meet the regulations. After falling into depression, he made a virtual essay, satirizing the examiner in the form of a dialogue between the two, who had no eyes, could not understand the articles he wrote, and could not select good talents. Of course, this is a common problem for all self-proclaimed talents. The form of the Daming examination is the eight strands of text, which is very strict. This is also to be able to have an operational evaluation criterion. Otherwise, everyone's sword will take the side, this one will be written in chinese, that will be written in translation style, and there will be written in oracle bone, "Wen Wu first", so that the examiner can judge the volume. Without a uniform standard of examination, it will be unfair. Therefore, Zhang Dailuo's first point is not unjust. Not playing cards according to the routine is naturally very risky.
Forty-three years old, August 13, when the moon is empty, Zhang Dai took a night sailing boat and his friends to drink in the West Lake, as if he was lost, such a good month, is it such a hug and sleep? As soon as the words stopped, a young woman on the shore asked, can you give me a ride? A bunch of old sex ghosts of course answered, the woman got on the boat, charming, a friend who was a little drunk made a joke, the girl was as bold as a red breeze, can you have a drink with the bearded guest. The woman gladly agreed, and in the middle of the night, the friend asked where the girl's family lived. The woman laughed but did not answer, and went ashore.
Forty-six years old, Zhang Dai saw the prostitute Ah Bao in the Qinhuai River in Nanjing, Ah Bao demon like a woman, and the petite rogue, Zhang Dai said with great joy, you are the Western Jialing bird (this bird sound is clear and gentle, and elegant, which is beyond the reach of all birds). This means that Ah Bao's singing voice is good, like the sound of nature. Zhang Dai said that people without fetishes cannot be intercourse, and they are also inseparable without affection; people without delusion cannot be intercourse, and they are also without true qi. My friends have calligraphy and painting habits, bow habits, drum cymbals, ghost play habits, and pear garden habits.
At the age of forty-eight, Li Zicheng attacked Beijing, Chongzhen hanged Coal Mountain, the Qing army entered the customs, the Shunzhi Emperor succeeded to the throne, Jiangshan Yiding, and Daming died.
At the age of forty-nine, Zhang Dai lived in seclusion in the mountains to avoid military turmoil, and his collection of more than 30,000 books was destroyed. Twenty years ago, when the more than 30,000 books held by his ancestors were destroyed, Zhang Dai sighed, this is my family's "book luck".
At the age of fifty, Zhang Dai was poor and destitute, and in September Chongyang, "the noon cooking did not continue", he wrote "Seven Songs of the Poor Man", one of which was: Autumn is expected, and Autumn Ying is alone. The air is self-extinguishing, and the grass is faint. The rain is wet, and the wings cannot fly. The mountains are old and the mountains are in the past, and they rely on the migration to return to the future. When Qing Biao arrived that night, wouldn't he be cold and hungry? Quietly thinking about the old garden, He Huang suddenly became sad.
At the age of fifty-one, Zhang Dai avoided the chaos in the mountains, the slaves were all scattered as birds and beasts, leaving him alone, the only thing that accompanied him was the ghost fire-like residual lamp and the fragments scattered on the ground, he wanted to die, and he felt that there was still something to do, and his heart was very tormented.
At the age of fifty-two, he lived in seclusion in the Fast Garden and devoted himself to writing. He built a thatched hut, planted vegetables and raised fish, played the piano to entertain himself, and wrote "Ten Chapters of the Fast Garden". The first is: What is the vegetable dimension? Winter pineapple summer urn. The taste contains earth paste, full of air and dew. Lettuce soup, to anosusu. Buy vegetables every day, seek benefits. Also: What's the coke? South of the Book City. Open the book alone, close the door and refine yourself. Clear windows, vegetables and water curved humerus. Heavy autumn valley, half a light in the middle of the night. Again: Empty mountains are empty, reading deep willows. Talk about the use of yanghe, lai this red friend. Zimei lifted her hair and floated white in her hands. Bo Lang vertebrae, take the following wine.
In the past, Zhang Dai had to "add incense to the red sleeves" when he read, but now when he reads, there are only "red candles as companions", which is desolate and not enough for outsiders.
Zhang Dai was widowed in middle age, and the young and beautiful concubines had long since turned to the arms of others, leaving only two "like ape" old concubines, doing some rough work of drawing water, washing, burning fires and chopping firewood, and asking him for food as soon as he opened his eyes. Zhang Dai "covered his clothes in the cold and summer, and his elbows were exposed." When you meet people's words, you feel that your face is thick." Many of his friends became officials of the Qing Dynasty, still dressed in fine clothes and jade, and had a large number of wives and concubines. If Zhang Dai went out to serve the new dynasty, these riches and glories would be available. But he "feared that the mourning would be kept, and he would rather cut off the cooking." I would rather not eat without eating, and I would not lose my integrity, so I had to "endure watching my peers become upstarts, and live in the dark room to find small poems" (these two sentences I wrote, have talent).
The four sons each had their own agenda. The boss works outside the home and barely makes ends meet. The second eldest was obsessed with fame and wanted to enter the military. This was opposed by Zhang Dai, who, as a loyal vassal of the Ming Dynasty, learned from Bo Yi Shuqi "righteous and did not eat Zhou Li", and was not an official of the Qing Dynasty, but the second son did not listen to him at all. You can't eat any food to pretend to be high. The third went out to mix with the rangers (hooligans), "life is in friends", only the fourth elder accompanied his father to plant vegetables, and he could give his father a bowl of rough brew for his birthday. There are also two underage daughters, who hold the corners of his clothes every day, and cry and cry, and want to eat lotus root.
On August 25, 111 of Shunzhi, Zhang Dai's 58th birthday, no wine, no meat, not even rice, the younger son picked some wild vegetables and cooked him a bowl of vegetable soup. Zhang Dai burst into tears and composed "Hungry Poems", which contains "turning over hatred and stealing for a long time, superfluous eleven springs". Eleven years ago, the Qing army entered the customs, and if he died in that year, he would not have suffered so many sins. He also played "Self-titled Little Portrait": the name of the gongye fell short, and the rich and noble Were like a dream. The loyal servants are afraid of pain, and the hoe is afraid of weight.
At the age of sixty, he participated in the compilation of the "Ming History Chronicle at the End of the Book".
At the age of sixty-seven, Zhang Dai has continuously composed poems such as "Scooping Rice", "Bearing Dung", "Breeding Fish", "Watching Silkworms" and so on, and has become an authentic old farmer. While working hard, don't forget to miss the "previous wide". "For the rest of his life, zhong ding's family, xiang did not know the harvest. There were dozens of slaves, and they served me attentively. Joy is glad, anger is long-standing."
Sixty-nine years old, he wrote his own "Epitaph". Less for the stupid children, very much love prosperity, good house, good beautiful, good child, good fresh clothes, good food, good horses, good lanterns, good fireworks, good pear orchards, good trumpets, good antiques, good flowers and birds, and tea and orange abuse, bookworm poetry, toiling for half a life, all become dreams. In the fifties, the country was destroyed and the family died, and the mountain dwellings were avoided, and the survivors broke the bed and broke a few, folded the sick piano, and the number of broken books was missing. Cloth and vegetables, often to the point of breaking the cook. Looking back twenty years ago, it was like a lifetime."
Zhang Dai said to himself, "It is okay to call a rich and noble person, and it is also possible to call a poor person; it is also possible to call a wise person a stupid person; it is also possible to call a strong person or a weak person; it is also possible to call a person who is anxious, and it is also possible to call a lazy person." The study of books is not successful, the study of swords is not successful, the study of festivals is not successful, the study of articles is not successful, the study of immortals, Buddhism, and agricultural gardens are not successful, and the people of the world are called losers, for waste, for the stubborn people, for the blunt talents, for the sleepy man, for the dead old charm."
At the age of seventy-eight, he fell ill with Cha Jizuo (the ancestor of Jin Yong) for compiling the History of ming.
At the age of eighty-two, Chinese New Year's Eve, drank turbid wine alone, and wrote a poem: There is nothing but nothing in the years, and sits silently in the cold forest. The sword is empty and the strings are broken. Burn money to feed poor ghosts, drink wine and la wen heart. Sweep out the pine fire, mouth occupy Liang Fu yin.
At the age of eighty-four, Zhang Dai finished writing his last book, "The Record of Qilang Qiqiao", and passed away. In the preface to the book, Zhang Dai writes that the light of the world is the sun and the moon, and the light of man is wisdom. I was born foolish, and I saw that people have wisdom, and the words of wisdom, and the covetousness of the heart, could not imitate them, so I wrote this book. Although it is impossible to pass the lamp to drill sharply, and show the light, if it can reflect the snow in the sac, the slight glow flickers, fortunately.
Zhang Yaohe, a well-known Nobel Prize-nominated writer for literature, said that Zhang Dai's articles have both proud edges and cynical banters, and are "the first prose of the Ming and Qing dynasties." In the way of writing, he established the ultimate value of his life. Where the people are boiling, the gongs and drums are noisy, there must be Zhang Dai; the song is dispersed at the end, the wind is cold and the moon is broken, and someone blows out a wisp of sorrow, then the listener must still be Zhang Dai. What a rich, wonderful man. If he is born in the Ming dynasty, he will only marry Zhang Dai.
Yu Qiuyu praised Zhang Dai, who was erudite and talented, and had a dashing humor.
Zhang Dai wrote and wrote about his life, including but not limited to the Book of Shi Kui, the Biography of Yi Lie, the Collected Works of Lang Huan, Ming Yi, The Great Easy to Use, Shi Que, The Four Books, Dream Memories, Speaking Bells, Changgu Xie, Kuaiyuan Daogu, Ten Episodes of Dai Nang, West Lake Dream Hunt, A Volume of Ice and Snow Texts, and so on. But for him, none of these works are worth mentioning, "the world of learning, but the Night Ship is the most difficult to deal with."
As the name suggests, a night sailing ship is a ship that sails late at night. Yu Qiuyu said that the night sailing boat has always been a symbol of the long journey of hardship in the water towns of southern China. Late every night, the sound of tuk tuks came from the riverside, and it was the boatman of the night boat who tapped the boat gang with a wooden stick to summon the guests who were preparing to go far. Zhang Dai is a regular passenger of the night sailing ship, and the boaters meet each other in pingshui and cannot make deep talks about themselves, but the time in the ship is slow and boring, and they can only use small talk for entertainment. Zhang Dai is a Shaoxing person, Shaoxing has a strong cultural atmosphere, the children of the later generations have to read, people from all walks of life know a lot about historical classics, once gathered in the boat, it is quite strong and lively to talk about.
Zhang Dai collected the humanistic knowledge he had heard in the night sailing ship for many years into a book, and named it "Night Sailing Ship". Its content ranges from astronomical geography to the hundred schools of history, from the three religions and nine streams to the gods and ghosts, from political personnel to the history of the canon, widely collected, a total of more than 4,000 articles in 20 categories, is a relatively large-scale ancient encyclopedia.
The famous writer Jia Pingwa said that after reading "Night Sailing Ship", the soul is interesting. This immortal classic, which combines fun, knowledge and storytelling, has been kept secret for three hundred years, as if the stars in the dark night sky are shining, brilliant and charming. If reading only one book in your life can make you knowledgeable and interesting, it is "Night Sailing Ship".
This set of Mr. Jia Pingwa's handwritten "Night Sailing Ship", the famous poet and Xu Zhimo Poetry Prize winner He Sanpo translated word by word, the popular painter Lao Shu devoted himself to the picture, the picture and text, the old and the young are suitable, the reading collection is good, it is a rare book, and the interested friends quickly start a set to go home to see it. Click on the image below to purchase.
#pgc-card .pgc-card-href { text-decoration: none; outline: none; display: block; width: 100%; height: 100%; } #pgc-card .pgc-card-href:hover { text-decoration: none; } /*pc 样式*/ .pgc-card { box-sizing: border-box; height: 164px; border: 1px solid #e8e8e8; position: relative; padding: 20px 94px 12px 180px; overflow: hidden; } .pgc-card::after { content: " "; display: block; border-left: 1px solid #e8e8e8; height: 120px; position: absolute; right: 76px; top: 20px; } .pgc-cover { position: absolute; width: 162px; height: 162px; top: 0; left: 0; background-size: cover; } .pgc-content { overflow: hidden; position: relative; top: 50%; -webkit-transform: translateY(-50%); transform: translateY(-50%); } .pgc-content-title { font-size: 18px; color: #222; line-height: 1; font-weight: bold; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; } .pgc-content-desc { font-size: 14px; color: #444; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; padding-top: 9px; overflow: hidden; line-height: 1.2em; display: -webkit-inline-box; -webkit-line-clamp: 2; -webkit-box-orient: vertical; } .pgc-content-price { font-size: 22px; color: #f85959; padding-top: 18px; line-height: 1em; } .pgc-card-buy { width: 75px; position: absolute; right: 0; top: 50px; color: #406599; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; } .pgc-buy-text { padding-top: 10px; } .pgc-icon-buy { height: 23px; width: 20px; display: inline-block; background: url(https://lf1-cdn-tos.bytescm.com/obj/cdn-static-resource/pgc/v2/pgc_tpl/static/image/commodity_buy_f2b4d1a.png); }
Night Sailing Boat 【Ink Pond Culture】 ¥88 Purchase