There is a lonely mountain in the center of the lake, and the world says that how lonely the mountain is, how proud the man is. The lake is the West Lake, the pedestrians swim together, the mountain is a lonely mountain, and the old man sits by the plum. The lake is clear, the lonely mountains are thick, on this day, there are cranes flying in the mist, the old man is very happy, and the boat returns. This old man is Lin Kui.
<h1 class = "pgc-h-arrow-right" >1, the lonely recluse</h1>
Lin Kui, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty, the character Junfu, later people called him Mr. Hejing, liked to be idyllic, lonely and tall, good deeds, like poetry, and the poems were discarded and never retained.
He lived in a secluded mountain in Hangzhou, and had not set foot in the city for twenty years, so he could be said to be a real hermit.
In the New Book of Tang, there are, "The hermit of the ancients has roughly three generalities: the one who is in the upper realm, who is hidden and the virtue is not obscure, so he puts himself in the grass, and the name goes from it, although it is precious, it is as noble as the track and is appointed..." This means that there are about three kinds of hermits, the most superior, even if he is hidden in the mountains and forests, but his virtue can still be far-reaching, even if the monarch above ten thousand people must condescend to appoint him.
Then a person like Lin Kui, who does not eat human fireworks for a lifetime, is enough to belong to the first type of "shangyan person", because the real hermit has long been indifferent to fame and fortune.
But how far can a person not be a hero?
Someone asked Lin Kui, "Why don't you record it for posterity?" "We are obscure in the forest, and we do not want to be famous for a while, but in the hereafter!" "Look, this is Lin Kui's attitude towards fame and fortune, since he chose to go into hiding, why leave a masterpiece to seek the so-called posthumous name."
<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" >2, two or three small things of friends</h1>
The word that the world evaluates Lin Kui the most is "lonely", lonely or lonely, he has always planted plum cranes on a lonely mountain alone, others do not understand, saying that he is a strange person, plum blossoms, flying cranes these as idle things to watch is not on the line, why keep it all day.
In fact, he did not only know the flowers, birds and cranes, he also longed to have a companion of one or three or five friends, but there were too few people who understood him, and if anyone who was really regarded as a friend came to see him, he must also talk and laugh like an ordinary person.
"Dotted Lips: Golden Valley Year after Year"
Song Lin Kui
Every year in the Golden Valley, who is the main spring color? Where the flowers fall, the ground is full of smoke and rain.
It's a song again, a long pavilion twilight. Wang Sun went, countless roads, north and south, east and west.
The poem was written in 1007 AD, when he and his friends said goodbye. The grass grows every year, the spring flowers fall every year, the autumn song after the smoke and rain, and the parting is always in the sunset light. Before the figure of his friend disappeared, he had a lot of parting thoughts in his heart, words were not a matter of talent, thoughts and loneliness were already surrounded.
Du Dao he was lonely and arrogant and ignored the world, so he lived alone in the lonely mountain of the West Lake, planting plums and raising cranes all day, who could think that such a lonely and arrogant person also had a heart that longed for comfort.
There is a saying that the friendship of a gentleman is as light as water, Lin Kui also has friends, and through his friends, he can be more sure of what kind of person he is.
If you want to fully understand a person, you can start from his friends, so what kind of people are the friends around Lin Kui?
Li Ji (李和), one of his three or five friends, was recommended by Kou Zhun to serve as a judge of the Dali Temple, a judge of the Xinghua Army, and later promoted to deputy envoy of the Hubu Department, in charge of the Three Divisions (Salt Iron, Hubu, and Duzhi).
Zhao Zhi, who had previously been fond of making friends with powerful people who were manipulating right and wrong, went to see him when he was in Cao Prefecture Zhizhou, but was refused by Li Ji, and then this person insulted and framed him, because Zhao Zhi had committed too many evil deeds, so he was denounced, and the imperial court ordered Li Ji and other officials to investigate the matter, and after finding out the truth, Zhao Zhi was beheaded, and Li He was greatly promoted to deputy envoy of the household department.
Li and this person were very disgusted with the frivolous wind at that time, so he never participated in any banquets and amusements, until one day, he braved heavy snow to go to the suburbs, and others thought that he had finally opened a banquet to entertain guests, who knew that he was just alone to find Lin Kui and did not come back until it was getting late.
Although Lin Kui and Li Ji were one person in the court and the other was far away in the landscape, this temperament could be said to be quite similar, but there were too few people who could still have such a pure heart in the popular stream, otherwise why should they retreat to the mountains and rivers?
<h1 class = "pgc-h-arrow-right" >3, lonely green mountains and green waters</h1>
Poor and lonely, he was alone in the landscape and the earth, as if he had some idea or obsession in his heart, supporting his stubborn heart.
In 1012 AD, he had not stepped into the fireworks world for twenty years, and the temple was lofty, but his reputation was even greater, and when Zhenzong heard about his deeds, perhaps he regretted his deeds, perhaps he sighed, gave him a millet, and specially instructed the local government to take more care of him, so that the goodness of the king could be seen. If in the eyes of others, the reward of the imperial court and the light of the lintel must be hyped up through the streets and alleys, but although Lin Kui feels the grace of food and clothing, he does not use it to show off.
Later, everyone persuaded him to go out of the army, but they were all rejected by him, "But what I want to do, not the room family, not the fame and wealth, only feel that the green mountains and green waters are suitable for me." ”
What was the reason that he could only feel that the green mountains and rivers could accompany him? Is it really what he wants, not the joy of family, not fame and fortune, and being away from people?
Is it loneliness or freedom? No one grinds before painting, no one asks for warmth before meals, no one whispers silently under the moon, and some are isolated mountains and a lake. Compared with the flowers of the pavilions, or perhaps, this natural thing of the landscape is more purifying.
However, what exactly does that side of the landscape that has won his heart look like?
"Little Hidden Self-Title"
Bamboo trees surround me, and there is more than enough deep interest.
Cranes are idle in the water for a long time, and bees are lazy to pick flowers.
Alcohol sickness hinders the opening of the roll, and the spring shade enters the lotus hoe.
Taste the ancient pictures, mostly write about the fishing tree.
In this poem, it can be seen that although his little home is a simple thatched house, it is surrounded by green trees and bamboo, and the leaves are gently shaken by the breeze, which is elegant enough to enjoy it.
Idle to see the white crane frolicking bee flowers smelling, intoxicated in the glass of wine, hoeing the field in the shade, so leisurely, only the woodcutters and fishermen in the painting can be compared.
Most of the hermits next to them had no chance to leave, but here in Lin Kui, the opportunity was in front of them.
The king treated him differently, the officials of the surrounding provinces and counties took good care of him, and his friends were all in the court, even if he had the idea of entering the career once, then, a large circle of contacts around him would give him the best help, but he just had his own obsession, guarding the landscape, watching the plum crane, and living his own free life. Vast heaven and earth, perhaps, this is the real hermit.
Author: Pedestrians travel against the road, like to read books in a daze idle people, hope to find a different world in the book.