"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green in the sky. The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain. The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the knowledge of the half-scattered. A pot of turbid wine is all over the place, don't dream cold tonight. Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green. Ask Jun when he will come, and when he comes, mo will linger..."
This "Farewell" has been circulated for a long time and is familiar to the ear. The author of the song is Li Shutong, who also has a name called Master Hongyi. One of his students was feng zikai, who was also a close friend of Xia Junzun. Uncle Li and this life can be described as "the intersection of sorrow and joy", and there are too many endless stories worth exploring one by one for future generations. With curiosity about this master of the Republic of China, I recently read the book "Li Shutong" written by Su Hongyue, which used beautiful and gentle language to describe his tortuous and legendary life.
In the first half of his life, he was Li Shutong, a talented man, who was appreciated by the wind and moon in the world, and in the second half of his life, he was a master of the Buddhist kingdom, a high monk, who wrote books and said that he sowed bodhisattva nectar. He was a university scholar and proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and seal engraving. He is also the first good teacher to introduce Western art and music notation to China, and usually has love and support for Feng Zikai and Liu Zhiping. But he is not a good son, a good husband, a good father, and even a "scumbag" to be said unceremoniously. Because in this life, the three women in his life were very bitter.
On September 20, the sixth year of Guangxu, Li Shutong was born in Tianjin to a famous and prestigious family, the standard "rich second generation". His father, Li Xiaolou, was 68 years old when he was born, while his mother, Wang Fengling, was only 19 years old. When his father married Wang Fengling, he already had a third wife, Wang Fengling was the fourth aunt, and even her niece and granddaughter-in-law were older than her.
The days of old men and young wives are destined to be a tragedy. Fortunately, there is Li Shutong. After completing the task of passing on the lineage, Li Xiaolou almost never had a room with Wang Fengling again, and spent his days doing Buddhist deeds, practicing Buddhist scriptures, and drinking Zen tea. Little Li Shutong, the cause of the Dharma also arises from this.
When Uncle Li was 5 years old, his father died, and since then he has been dependent on his young mother Wang Fengling. The old-fashioned extended family, the days of a concubine who has lost the protection of her husband, can be imagined.
"My mother is many, and my mother, the birth mother, is very bitter." Many years later, Li Shutong, who had reached the age of confusion, no, it should be Master Hongyi who said to the student Feng Zikai.
How many times, she embraced the child, and her lonely eyes passed through the lush Li family's deep house, through the veranda and the gray shadow wall under the sun, looking into the distance, as if she wanted to see her son's future.
The son grew up day by day, but he had no interest in the imperial examination, and he talked about painting and indulged in love every day. Wang Fengling hoped that her son would be able to set up a family, inherit the Business of the Li family, and do something seriously, but Li Shutong, who grew up in the rich field, had no interest in this and still fixed me. Wang Fengling understood that her son would not become what she wanted. She only lived to be 46 years old, and then she went, and her only last words were: "Take your mother home."
Li Shutong knelt in the spiritual hall and cried: "In fact, the identity of the mother in such a society is the identity of persecution!" They are very bitter, born in the cage with golden shackles, spiritually bitter, and do not easily talk to people... My mother's illness was purely caused by mental depression, and I was the killer! I should accompany her into the coffin! ”
Wang Fengling's life, living lonely and helpless, although food and clothing are worry-free, but too depressed. Young and widowed, his son was hesitant to play and rarely accompanied. This loneliness, which penetrated deep into the bone marrow, eventually killed her.
In the blink of an eye, Uncle Li became an adult, and the reputation of the three sons of the Li family gradually spread to the ears of his mother and brother. He loves to listen to drama, and he makes good friends with Yang Cuixi, a famous man in the theater garden, and it is difficult to give up the talented and beautiful people. After each theater was over, Li Shutong carried a lantern to send Yang Cuixi home, and the two young hearts were hot and entangled. But the rich and noble prince could not marry a drama after all, and his mother began to find a wife for him.
The mother chose a tea merchant's daughter, Yu Shi. Yu Shi is two years older than Li Shutong, his face is round and white, not gorgeous or mediocre, just moderate, gentle and quiet, looks very close to the eye, very similar to Wang Fengling when he was young. The girl whose mother likes, Shu Tong is unwilling.
In order to make Shutong agree to this marriage, the second brother Wenxi proposed that he could take out 300,000 yuan to support him to stand on his own after marriage. Mother Wang Fengling, listening to it is very happy, these years in the Li family has been too depressed, leaving here, you can raise your eyebrows and live a little life of your own. After Shu Tong learned that Yang Cuixi was redeemed and sold into the rich, he finally died. For the sake of his mother's wishes, Shu Tong and Yu Shi married, and the family came to Shanghai.
The world of flowers and flowers in Shanghai is like a fish in the water. His literary talent soon became famous, and Xu Xianyuan and his wife invited their family to move to the Chengnan Caotang. Since then, Li Shutong has been keen on socializing, indulging in poetry and song, indulging in drunken revelry, and living a life of a talented man.
At home, his mother was cared for by Yu, and he properly became a "big treasurer", even if his wife was pregnant.
Yu knew that her husband's mind was active, but he never asked him about it. Although she has joy, she still does her daughter-in-law's duty every day, taking care of her mother-in-law's diet and living, this is her duty, it is her mission, her husband does not need her red sleeves to add incense, accompanied by the study, she will not do anything.
Yu gave birth to 3 sons to Uncle Li, but did not get a trace of warmth from her husband. Li Shutong just regarded her as a family gift. When they first married, they did not love each other, and after having children, they were still snubbed, and then they left their mother and son, went to Japan alone to study, and married another wife in Japan. After returning to China, he did not step into the door of Tianjin for half a step, and after leaving home, he was not even willing to open the letter sent from home, which was evident in his iron heart. The only time I wrote back was to name my grandson. Until Yu's death, he did not see Uncle Li on the same side. In this life, Yu Shi took the old path of his mother-in-law, lonely and lonely, struggling in hopelessness. A person takes the eldest son and runs the family for her husband, but the husband is ruthless to this point, and he does not know whether such a big thing as renunciation will be her, or through the other people. Poor Yu, who had never received love or respect in his life, withered and died at the age of 47.
After the death of his mother Wang Fengling, Li Shutong sent Wang Fengling back to his hometown of Tianjin for burial, and also brought back his wife Yu and son. After doing all this, his last worries in China were gone, so he left his wife and children and went straight to Japan to study.
When he arrived in Japan, he changed his appearance and named himself "Li Ai", 26 years old, his parents are alive, wifeless, childless, and single. He is a freshman in the Western Painting Department of the Tokyo Fine Arts School, and he is learning to play the violin and likes to paint oil the most.
He needed a model, a beautiful 19-year-old girl, Yukiko, to break into Li Ai's eyes.
She was wearing a pale floral kimono, and inside the clogs were a pair of complete feet, and yes, as she slowly removed her feet from the clogs and shyly removed her white socks, he saw a pair of complete feet that were slightly pink like a baby, and toenails that shone like shells, one, two, three, four, five, and he counted gently in his mind. The toenails were large and small, like freshly formed ice particles, full of grains, and he had almost never seen such beautiful feet, which was the first pair of feet he recognized as a woman.
Li Ai frantically painted for Xuezi, and the most beautiful one was her nude painting. From this moment on, Xuezi fell in love with the Chinese man wholeheartedly. She never asked about his past, nor did she want to know that Li Ai belonged to her alone at this moment. Soon the two married in Japan. Li Ai finally returned to China and became Li Shutong again, and he came to Shanghai with Xuezi. Unfortunately, the Li family in Tianjin is no longer prosperous, and Li Shutong can no longer safely continue to be a rich man, he has to earn money to support his family. Although Tianjin was in decline, there was still food to eat, and he was not worried about Yu's mother and son at all. But he needs to feed Yukiko. With his knowledge, he quickly found a job as a female school teacher in Chengdong with the help of Yang Baimin.
The situation is turbulent, and the salary of the girls' school in the east of the city is not enough to make ends meet. When Uncle Li was at a loss, he was invited by Jing Xiangyi, the president of Zhejiang Normal School, to teach pictures and music. He did not take Xuezi with him and went to Hangzhou alone.
Here, Li Shutong met Xia Junzun. Xia Junzun occasionally mentioned to him that fasting therapy in Japanese magazines can purify the mind and restart the body and mind. Therefore, Uncle Li wrote a letter to Xuezi and returned late during the winter vacation. Gray cloth cotton robes, cloth cotton shoes, some simple items, but mosquito nets, washing, writing utensils, one by one, Li Shutong officially fasted at The Tiger Run Temple.
It was this fasting that made Uncle Li have the heart of the Buddha, and since then he has burned incense every day to worship the Buddha and copied Buddhist scriptures. A year later, after witnessing the novelist Peng Xunzhi's fall into becoming a monk, his heart of refuge grew stronger. On the fifteenth day of the first month, he officially worshiped Wu as a teacher and shaved his head. The sound of the law trumpet, the word Hiroichi. Since then, there has been no more talented man Li Shutong in the world, only Master Hongyi of Pudu sentient beings.
When Xuezi learned the news, her soul was scattered, she did not believe it, she found Yang Baimin and begged the only friend she knew to take her to Hangzhou. She wanted to see him. Yang Baimin took out a copper box and an envelope. The copper box opened slowly, a wisp of beard was placed inside, and the letter was opened, without a word, only the last living expenses left for her.
Southwest of the West Lake, looking at Daci Mountain. The mountains are hidden in the twilight, and the lake reflects people on both sides. The surface of the water was not alarming, and he flew in his clothes and sailed in a boat. She was on the shore, waiting for him to dock. And he only stood in the boat, the two worlds of monks and laymen, and the water and land were separated. "Uncle Tong..." She whispered, tears already wetting her shirt. "Shu Tong is dead, and what you see is Koichi." He lowered his eyebrows and said quietly. "No! Shu Tong, your name is Hongyi, let's go back to Japan, Japanese monks can have wives. "She has a glimmer of illusion. He can do whatever he wants, as long as he is still a husband and wife. But silence is the most merciless knife, and the oar hits the lake like a blunt knife stuck in a soft heart. The ship started. He stared at her at last, his heart like a rock, not seeing any ripples.
Since then, Yukiko has returned to Japan without any news. Yukiko was the woman he really loved in his heart, and although she began to cheat, the gentle nature of the Japanese woman made her not care and wholeheartedly accompanied her lover. But quietly, Li Shutong became a master of Hongyi, and he broke off his dependence. Let her tears fly in her foreign land and be lonely.
In this life, Li Shutong made many outstanding contributions to learning at home, and he was the pioneer of the new cultural movement, and was the first to introduce Western oil painting, piano, and drama into China. Good at calligraphy, poetry, rhythm, gold stones, performance, etc. is a genius.
After becoming a monk, he gave up other hobbies, but only retained calligraphy and immersed himself in the study of Buddhism. In order to revitalize the study of the Vinaya, he braved the difficulties and spent four years writing the "Table of the Precepts of the Four Laws of Bhikkhus", and the "Outline of the Nanshan Law at Home" written in his later years, which later became the two famous works of the Vinaya. In both the monastic and secular worlds, in terms of achievement, he is a first-class figure. But in terms of thin feelings, he is also a first-class "scumbag" without a doubt. To his mother, he did not fulfill the filial piety of the Son of Man, he ignored his wife, he ignored his son, and he always abandoned his lover. Is it that as long as a man has made achievements in his career, other flaws can be beautified?
Li Shutong is also a "rich second generation", relying on the family's wealth to live a worry-free life for more than twenty years, and using other people's shoulders to enrich their lives. The same disposition as Xu Zhimo, brave and enterprising in learning, but too willful in feelings, bringing endless harm to his wife and children. Such a man is not worth marrying, and marrying him will only become a footnote in his life. Gently covering up this copy of "Li Shutong" written by Su Hongyue, I really feel sad for these three poor and pathetic women in Li Shutong's life, who should write their lives?
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