This year, he is sixty-five years old.
He set out from this remote place in Danzhou and planned to return to Changzhou for the aged.
Travel-stained, all the way through difficulties and obstacles.
When passing through Zhenjiang, I visited Jinshan Temple and saw my portrait still there. Deeply moved by the past, I began to write a portrait of Jinshan:
My heart is like ash, and my body is like not tying a boat.
Ask your occupation, Danzhou, Huizhou, Huangzhou.
No one would have thought that when this poem was written, the great poet, who is famous all over the world and has been wandering all his life, was only two months away from his death.
Twenty-four words highly summarized his life, including self-mockery and self-modesty.
Huangzhou, Huizhou and Danzhou, where he was demoted, almost spent his prime, middle age and twilight years.
Some people say that Su Dongpo was either demoted or on the road of being demoted all his life.
Reading his poems, we can trace back the road he walked, the mountains he swam, the clouds he saw and the rain he saw.
When I opened the book and wandered in Su Xian's poetic world, I encountered a lot of rain.
Different places, different moods, different wind and rain smells, filled with different tastes of life.
Huangzhou: misty rain is a lifetime.
At the age of 42, a Wutai poetry case sent Su Dongpo to prison.
Fortunately, he survived and was banished to Huangzhou.
Huangzhou, a quiet, rainy and dark place, is not a livable city.
For Su Dongpo, he may be called every dark cloud has a ray of hope. Here, he can follow his idol Tao Yuanming and live a self-reliant pastoral life.
He led his family to build houses, dig wasteland, build dams, dig fish ponds, plant saplings and grow vegetables, and farmers lived a busy life.
In his spare time, he also studies food, creates Dongpo meat and improves food for his family.
He also built a house on a snowy day and named it Tang Xue.
The local prefect respected the great writer and gave him a high position, saying that "there are no ten steps on the river, and the wind and rain are changeable."
Whenever I have nothing to do, I just lie in the pavilion, slightly drunk. Look at the clouds coming and going, the river flowing and feeling the beauty of heaven and earth. This is really a great pleasure in life.
In the spring of the fifth year of Yuanfeng, that is, in the third year of coming to Huangzhou, one day, Su Dongpo went out with his friends.
When they came to a place called Husha Lake, the wind and rain suddenly came, and the people in the same group felt very embarrassed because they had become a drowned rat.
Only Su Dongpo doesn't think so, and always takes it in stride.
After the rain clears, the spirit comes into being. He wrote a poem "Dingfengbo":
Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of?
A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time.
Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.
The mind is not free, and we can't live in the present, which makes us miss many scenery.
If the heart is not a form of service, if the realm is created by the heart, there will be different realms.
The spring rain in Huangzhou reminds me of two poems by Wang Guozhen:
"The heart is clear, the rain is clear, and the heart rain is rainy."
Whether it is wind or rain, it will last a lifetime, which is Su Dongpo's calmness and optimism after surpassing the times.
Huizhou: I miss you every night.
If marriage is a gamble, Su Dongpo won three times.
He married three women in his life. One loves him, one worships him and one understands him.
This once-in-a-lifetime flower is Wang Chaoyun, his third wife.
One day, Su Dongpo retired from North Korea and went home. After dinner, he touched his stomach and asked others, do you know what's in my stomach?
Some people say it's an article, others say it's knowledgeable, and only Chaoyun answers tactfully-it's full of inappropriateness.
Su Dongpo laughed heartily.
Understanding means that two people can think of what you think in the same context.
Su Dongpo met Chaoyun when he was working in Hangzhou. She is a talented geisha. She is only twelve years old and looks like a spring garden.
Wang Runzhi bought her as a maid.
From then on, Chaoyun followed Su Dongpo.
When living in Huangzhou, Su Dongpo took Chaoyun as his concubine and soon gave birth to a son named Duner.
Su Dongpo was so happy that he wrote a poem about washing children:
I adopted a son who wanted to be clever, but he was delayed by cleverness all his life.
I only hope that my son is stupid and honest, without disasters and difficulties for the public.
Su Dongpo has already seen through the ups and downs of officialdom.
He doesn't expect his children to win fame, but only wants them to be healthy, happy and safe all their lives.
Unfortunately, it backfired. Deng Er died before he was one year old because of the difficult living conditions.
Later, Su Dongpo was exiled to Lingnan. He only brought Chaoyun, his son Su Guo and two old servants.
In Lingnan, they built a release pond and met the immortals together. Su Dongpo also praised Chaoyun as the "Vimo Goddess" in his poems.
The old couple are twenty years apart, but they are like-minded partners, pursuing the same lifestyle.
Lingnan is in a quiet corner and has the opportunity to taste all kinds of tropical fruits with a red face. Su Dongpo became more and more happy-go-lucky, and wrote poems to laugh at himself. "Build a house and be a Huizhou person next year."
Sure enough, he built a crane tower on the top of the mountain and named his study Zhai, and devoted most of his energy to exploring the spiritual essence.
After Chao Yun died in Huizhou, Su Dongpo buried her in the lake near Lingnan Pagoda according to her wishes, and there was a couplet written by Liu Ruting beside the tomb:
Inappropriate, only Chaoyun can know me.
Playing the same old tune alone, I miss you every night in the rain.
At this point, Su Dongpo himself has reached his twilight years. In the face of the drizzling yellow rain, his heart is filled with scenes of the past, such as the sea of sorrow and thoughts.
When he fiddled with the strings and the piano sounded loud, he couldn't help thinking of Chaoyun, the beauty who accompanied him through the storm and made him feel the most intimate.
The sentence "I miss my youth at dusk" not only reflects the sadness of the goose losing its partner, but also expresses the poet's deep affection for his dead wife.
A cold sunset rain, a deep and meaningful memory.
The rain in Huizhou reminds Su Dongpo of his deep affection for children.
Danzhou: The bitter rain finally clears up the wind.
In A.D. 1097, Su Dongpo, an old man in his prime, was once again swept away by the wave of party struggle and relegated to Danzhou.
Now Hainan is the ends of the earth on the tourist map; At that time, Danzhou was a remote and wild place.
Su Dongpo wrote to tell a friend:
"There is no meat to eat here, no medicine to eat if you are sick, no room to live, no friends to go out, no charcoal in winter, and no spring cold in summer."
It's nothing anyway.
No matter how hard the living conditions are, Su Dongpo's enthusiasm for life cannot be erased.
He quickly blended in with the local people, sat on the floor under the coconut tree and chatted with others.
On the night of Lantern Festival, the local old gentleman invited him to go out with him.
The bright moon is in the sky, and everyone walks around the streets, looking here and strolling there, talking and laughing all the way.
When he came back, it was already midnight and his family had fallen asleep. He suddenly realized the gain and loss of life and smiled to himself.
He is still the same as before, making inventions according to local conditions, creating all kinds of delicious food, and not forgetting to write poems to praise himself:
"Don't make the South China Sea glittering, lighter than Dongpo jade."
During his exile in Danzhou, Su Dongpo, with the help of his son Su Guo, not only completed the annotation of Shangshu and compiled it into Dongpo Zhi Lin, but also wrote more than 100 poems with Tao Yuanming, which was his spiritual dialogue with spiritual idols across time and space.
No matter where you are, even in the barren land, poetry collection will always be a person's spiritual refuge.
In11kloc-0/year, in the fourth year of Su Dongpo's exile in Danzhou, Song Zhezong died, and the party struggle in the imperial court set off a new round of mutation.
As a suppressed old party member, Su Dongpo returned to the north when he was forgiven.
On the way home, he looked back on his life, like a canopy flying in the wind, drifting from one place to another.
It's a blessing to go back alive.
It was a day in June, late at night, the rain stopped, the wind stopped, the stars were shining in the sky, Su Dongpo stood at the bow, and the ship sailed on the sea under the cover of night.
Excited, excited and sighing, he wrote all his feelings in words:
On the third night, the bitter rain will eventually clear up.
Who decorated the clouds and the moon? Natural beauty and clarification of ocean colors.
In his spare time, Chaucer took advantage of music to get a general understanding of Xuanyuan's music.
I don't hate the narrow escape in the south. I spent the rest of my life traveling.
Christina's moon was bright when the clouds cleared.
This is the natural scenery presented to him, and it is also a metaphor of the clarified official environment, perhaps the poet's heart that cleared up after the rain.
He quipped that although I almost died in that wild land, I had no regrets.
Looking back now, this exile was a unique course in my life.
If a person can see through life and death and have fun in suffering, even in the end, he can be liberated and become a Buddha at once.
This is Su Xian's wisdom in life.
Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain …
The long road of life, Su Dongpo's life experience of wind and rain, far more than these.
Being an official in Hangzhou, besides being busy with official business, it is natural to run around.
Drinking wine, the beauty played music and the water rippled, and he enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, "the water is bright and sunny, the mountains are empty and rainy".
On the way to Huzhou, the ship was caught in a big storm, which made him lucky enough to see the weather of "white waves hitting Cangshan and rain flying in the window";
At the age of fifty, Su Dongpo was transferred to Bianjing as a bachelor of Hanlin.
On one occasion, when he wrote poems for his friends, he showed his secluded heart of "the spring breeze shook the river and the sky was deserted, and the clouds rolled up the mountains";
There are Fengxiang happy rain, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, dark rain in the blue bridge, rain in the bamboo dock, spring rain in apricot blossom and autumn rain in Linping. ...
Winds from different directions blow on the road from south to north.
It rained in different colors for a long time.
The image of wind coming and rain going became the background of Su Dongpo's journey, penetrated into his life background, and was finally carved into a wet memory.
Lin Yutang wrote in the biography of Su Dongpo:
"I believe that if anyone is so close to nature, seasons, rain and snow, mountains and valleys, and receives its treatment, he will certainly not be closed-minded and have a closed outlook on life."
A person's outlook on life determines the scenery he sees during his trip.
There is a gap in the heart and the world is narrow.
Open your mind, the moon is boundless.
Su Dongpo's infinite charm comes not only from his rich and bold poems, but also from his pluralistic and open outlook on life.
No matter when and where, no matter what kind of situation, no matter how stormy it is outside, he can always live in the present, live in harmony, and do things with the heart of his birth.
Because of this, Su Dongpo became a hopeless optimist.
Life is stormy, and he is happy all the way.