Jiangnan landscape, Zhong Lingyu xiu, there is the tranquility of dust, but also the humanistic feelings of joining the world.
And wine is the "most beautiful /drunken partner" for the literati to vent their feelings.
For thousands of years, poets have either drunk lightly, or drunk, or blushed slightly, or drunkenly drunk, and just after drunkenness, they left us with a beautiful chapter.
At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, there was such a poet who was good at wine, and his name can be said to have no sense of existence.
But you're no stranger to his legacy.
It is this song "Over the Cave Court":
The west wind blew the old Dongting Wave, and xiangjun had more white hair overnight.
After getting drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the ship is full of dreams to suppress the galaxy.
This stunning little poem, whose dashing and heroic approaching Li Bai, was widely loved by the world, and was even selected to be included in the Quan Tang Poems.
Indeed, for a long time, the author was once mistaken for a poet of the late Tang Dynasty because of the lack of information.
It was not until the 1980s that some scholars confirmed that this poem was actually a work of the Yuan Dynasty.
The author Tang Jue, the character Wen Ru, is not the Tang Dynasty poet Wen Ru, Wen Ru is only tang Jue's character.
Originally, he was a relict poet of the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties, a native of Shanyin (present-day Shaoxing, Zhejiang), and was actually a fellow villager with Lu You and Lu Xun.
Tang Jue had a heroic temperament and loved landscapes, and in the autumn of that year, he came to Dongting Lake by chance.
Here, he had a drunken dream, made friends with the great poets, and left a romantic artistic flower in the history of poetry.
And see where this beautiful dream arose:
The autumn wind rises and falls.
The vast expanse of Dongting Lake is flooded with layers of white waves, and it is vague.
Green water is worry-free, wrinkled by the wind.
This strong west wind not only blew the water of Dongting Lake, but also made the beautiful Xiangjun full of silver hair overnight.
Legend has it that Xiangjun WenDi Shun died in the wilderness of Cangwu, and he could not follow it, and he cried bamboo into spots, which was also tragic enough.
At this time, the autumn scenery of Xiao Ser was able to make the beautiful Xiangjun white head overnight.
On this desolate autumn night, who is more lonely than anyone?
Is it the autumn wind, the dongting water, the Xiangjun? Or the poet himself?
The poet has always been open-minded, and at this time he suddenly felt a little lonely.
He began to take out the wine jug to drink alone, and also warmed himself up.
The water ripples, and the starry Milky Way is reflected in the lake.
Hands kept on the cup, one chant after another, and finally drunk.
After getting drunk, he lay in a dangling boat, his dreams were hazy, like a flat boat wandering in the galaxy.
The poet seems to be paddling on a galaxy, and the side of the ship is surrounded by a starry world.
The poet seems to have entered the world of poetry, and the brilliant starlight is the brilliant chapter:
That young man Meng Haoran who wielded Fang, how did he come?
He was amazed by the magnificent sight and majestic momentum of Dongting Lake,
He wrote with great ambition: Steam cloud Mengze, wave shake Yueyang City.
That sentiment is really like when the poet was young.
Whoever is young hopes that he can make a contribution to the world in this life.
But in the end, ambition is still invincible to the wind and currents are always blown away by the rain and wind.
Another miserable old man, Du Fu, came adrift in a boat.
He was already white-sided and old and sickly, but he still climbed the Yueyang Tower on crutches.
As far as the eye can see, the vast land of Wuchu is divided by the lake, and the sun, moon and stars float on the lake day and night.
Zhen Nai is a distant mountain, swallowing the Yangtze River, Haohao soup, crossing the endless end; the sun is shining, and the weather is endless.
He wrote passionately: Boundless falling wood, the Yangtze River rolling in endlessly.
His lifelong worry about the country and the people is admirable.
Setbacks and suffering are a fire that many people are bound to experience in this life.
Either it was cremated to ashes or smelted into gold in the fire.
Finally, the poet waited for the demoted brother Su Shi, and a flat leaf boat came.
I saw that he was looking at himself with a relaxed look, and was holding an iron plate lute and singing "Go east of the great river" in that self-concern:
The homeland is wandering, amorous should laugh at me, early birth Huafa.
Life is like a dream, a statue is still in the moon.
The sound of the pipa enters the ears, and a river of autumn water slowly descends, lining the incomparably silent autumn night.
The moonlit night was cold, his clothes and hat were constantly blown by the wind, and the sorrow in his heart seemed to be blown away by the wind.
It turns out that only after the baptism of years can we get out of the trapping of ourselves and let go of the fragile pride in our hearts.
It turns out that the exit that will eventually be reached in this life is inner penetration.
Then raise your glass and drink with the eternal moon and stars, and get drunk...
The poet whispered, as if walking in the clouds, not knowing sorrow, what about the world!
The galaxy in the sky is unchanged. Whoever it is, look up and see it.
The literati who boat on the water have their own taste.
However, only the shining galaxy of that moment, the rippling lake, the reflection in the water,
Coupled with a flat leaf boat, the intoxicated person on the flat boat is so idyllic, warm and romantic.
It seems that all the moments in life are only for this stay, only for a shallow dream.
The drunken dream is beautiful and short, like a rest, resting and relaxing at the same time, but also for a better departure.
Tang Jue is really a superb dream-making master!
Just like the beautiful dream he left for the world, he probably lived in this world like a dream.
There is no meritorious achievement, no youth history to leave a name.
There were no high-ranking officials, no wives and concubines.
There is only one study called Chengbi Hall.
When the weather is clear, he will set up pen and ink paper, write the Lengya Sutra, the Diamond Sutra, or draw his favorite Molan.
Mo Lan is his wife's favorite and his wife's name.
His wife has been dead for many years. He did not take a concubine when his wife was gone, nor did he remarry after his wife was gone.
Sometimes, when he receives a landscape scroll sent by a friend, he will write an inscription while fantasizing and wandering with his wife in this landscape.
When he was finished, he began to drink alone again.
He always carried wine with him, and when he was drunk, he lay on the ground, like the ninth immortal in the drink.
Beside him, there was always the cat lying down, and he called it Galaxy.
Galaxy was adopted by him after returning from a trip to Dongting Lake.
He was a remnant of the former dynasty, he was alone, and he wanted to give the galaxy a home.
He knew that he would not be famous in this lifetime, but he had a galaxy, a molan, Zen Buddhism, wine, and calligraphy and paintings from friends.
He would not forget the galaxy of that night, this drunkenness, this dream, did not expect it to be a lifetime.
Prosperous and beautiful, the eyes are empty, and for fifty years, it has always been a dream.
The flesh will eventually decay, and the sun will gradually sink as the sun sets.
The words left behind will still rise tomorrow.
Telling the story of that once existed, pinning on every warm and clear heart.
Those lost landscapes, those who are scattered, and the desires that cannot wait, in fact, all live at the end of fate.
Those who should come will come, and those who should go will not be able to stay. Forgive the time, remember the good, and my heart is at peace.
Postscript: Tang Jue has only eight poems written down.
"Mo Lan", "Yao Jie Dream Knot Cui Yi Male, Mistakenly Fallen Immortal Purple Jade Hairpin", it can be seen that he likes Orchid Grass.
"Cats", "Peony rack warm sleep spring day, mint fragrant drunken Xiaoqing", it can be seen that like cats.
"Chengbi Tang", "Linglong chiseled open the cloud window, enlightened as a large round mirror of the void", it can be seen that he is addicted to Zen Buddhism.
"Title Haiyue Descendants Smoke Mountain Xiaojing Map", "between the brush and the stone, dripping with vitality", know how to paint.
"Zhao Wenmin Shu Luoshen Endowment", "Concubine Mi walks in the sky at night, Wu Ben, Li Long Teng, old Jiao Dance", obsessed with calligraphy.
"Crossing the Cave Garden", "After getting drunk, I don't know the sky is in the water, and the ship is full of dreams to suppress the galaxy", why drunk?
"Han Zuojun Ma Tu Volume", "Taiping this horse is abandoned, often donkeys return to heaven and idle", is it a dream of restoration?
"Title Wang Yi Old Book Drinking Eight Immortals Song", "Mo Jiao's old paper sighs and withers, and the old eyes are still recognizable", and his life is actually short.