Many people ask the solemn teacher about Dongpo's Linjiang Fairy. This calligraphy has been hanging in front of my case for many years, and the paper has turned yellow.
Teacher Zhuang loves to drink. In my impression, every time I go to his home for class, I drink.
At that time, Wangzhuang was the home of teachers, Tai Jingnong and Yu. Only Mr Yu didn't drink. Later I learned that it was because of his bad heart.
Teacher Wang Zhuang's class is in the evening. It seems natural to drink a little wine after dinner.
Mr. Wang, an overseas student, once sent a pack of dried fruits from Greece. Outside is a hard shell, white and yellow, with a small opening. It's brown and green inside, and the entrance is very fragrant, crisp and suitable for drinking.
Teacher Wang said that this kind of fruit is called pistachio in Greek. Later, when I went to Europe, I realized that it was a pistachio. There are many in southern Europe, which are also roasted with salt and garlic, which are more suitable for drinking.
Wangzhuang is a teacher's home collection, and artists and brokers often bring paintings and calligraphy to him for identification.
I once saw a photo of a beautiful woman in Tang Yin. When the picture scroll was opened, Mr. Wang never left his cup. When talking to us about Tang Yin's exam, he got a "Xie Yuan", which was very good. He was proud of himself. As a result, the next year he went to Beijing to take the exam, but because he happened to encounter fraud in the examination room, all the admitted candidates were disqualified and could not have fame for life, which ruined Tang Yin's fame and fortune all his life.
Later, I often saw his seal "Nanjing Xie Yuan" in Tang Yin's paintings, and I remembered this story. It seems that the highest education I can recall in my life is the fantastic "Nanjing Xie Yuan".
Teacher Wang finally pointed to the beautiful photos hanging on the wall and made a comment. The artist gave a thumbs-up and said, "Great! That's great. 」
Teacher Wang ignored him and continued to drink his wine, telling us the benefits of "pistachio" and vigorous sorghum.
I miss those nights of drinking and attending classes. After drinking, I must grind ink and write. I held the paper at one end, watched the teacher use a pen, and pulled the paper inch by inch according to his writing speed, neither too fast nor too slow. After writing, read carefully and prepare for printing. The teacher thinks that my name is single and it is not easy to pay. He wants me to get a number. I said casually, "bring winter." The teacher asked why it was "bringing winter", and I said, "Born on the solstice of winter." The teacher nodded and paid.
The number "Yindong" is no longer used. I feel that there are too many font sizes of the ancients. It is troublesome enough to remember a Xu Wei, a Wen Chang, an Ivy, a Tianchi and a Tian Shuiyue. It is better to decide whether to simply be yourself or change your name to avoid the trouble of font size.
The solemn teacher's class is in the afternoon. After lunch, he has already started drinking. At that time, wine was not popular, and teachers drank mostly sorghum Daqu, which was loud and energetic, and the entrance was so angry that it almost killed their throats. As soon as the stomach gets hot, it rushes back to the nasal cavity, which surprises both eyes and ears. When the wine was warm and the ears were hot, the teacher sang Dongpo's "Linjiang Fairy" ── "Drinking Dongpo drunk at night and coming back like midnight ──"
When wine enters the heart, it often makes people's eyebrows, eyes and nose sour and hot, without sorrow or bitterness, but their eyes are full of tears.
Teacher Zhuang does not encourage appraising calligraphy and painting for others. He taught us "calligraphy and painting tasting". In the first class, he warned us not to show others calligraphy and painting bones casually, and not to judge them casually if they are fake. He told a short story: Zhang Daqian's imitation technique is very clear. Once a collector took a stone pottery to Daqian for identification. Daqian saw at a glance that it was his own imitation, and praised it without saying anything: "The real thing! Authentic! " I also wrote an inscription.
I don't know whether this story is true or not, but the teacher just warned that saying that a calligraphy and painting is false will lead to death. "You can't be careless about killing people!" The teacher said. Teacher Zhuang was teaching us "Painting and Calligraphy Tasting" at that time, and an honest student retorted: "Then why should we learn" Painting and Calligraphy Tasting "? 」
The teacher swallowed a mouthful of wine, took a breath for a while, and said, "You know in your heart whether it is true or not, can you not say it?" 」
At that time, the solemn teacher was the vice president of the Forbidden City, and he often complained about Dean Zheng. After drinking, I don't hide: "Someone has a birthday, and all the photos in the Forbidden City are birthday photos. For some people, the cultural relics in the Forbidden City are still "private property", so it seems natural for the "housekeeper" to manage "private property". Housekeepers only have "masters" in mind, and cultural relics are not valued.
Dongpo
The serious teacher drank the wine and wrote. He writes fine gold and his pen is tight. The end of the pen is not as rigid and sharp as Song Huizong's, and he is more elegant and natural and unrestrained without the splendor of the emperor.
Teacher Zhuang wrote Dongpo's Linjiang Fairy as a gift for my graduation thesis. It was June of 1972, and 10 went to France. I went to Mr. Zhuang's house to say goodbye. The teacher mentioned the Song rubbings of Huadu Temple Monument collected by Ou Yangxun in the National Library of Paris. Let me have a look.
Teacher Zhuang entered the Forbidden City after graduating from Peking University. He has carried these cultural relics with him all his life. During the Sino-Japanese War, cultural relics took refuge in Guizhou by land and water. After the eight-year war, cultural relics were packed and shipped back to Nanjing. Just as the Central Museum was being set up, civil war broke out again, and cultural relics were packed and transported to Taiwan Province Province. These disaster-stricken cultural relics first settled in Wufeng, Taichung, and it was not until A.D. 1960 that the Palace Museum was built in Shuangxi, outside Taipei. It seems that the cultural relics that escaped the war only have a respite and stability for the time being.
Teacher Zhuang often laughs at himself as a "white-headed maid-in-waiting". From youth to white hair, he guarded these cultural relics in the Forbidden City all his life.
Once he told me that when cultural relics were moved, planes often flew by and dropped bombs. He silently prayed that the bomb would not hurt the cultural relics. He said: "Be nervous, a bomb may destroy a box of Song porcelain or a box of Song paintings."
I gradually understand that the cultural belief of this generation of literati is not to "guard" cultural relics for any private person, but to believe that every cultural relic has the significance of inheriting human civilization.
Teacher Zhuang's dormitory is located on the left side of Waishuangxi Palace Museum, which was my favorite place when I was a child. I feel that it is very interesting and progressive to sit down and watch the teacher drink and chat.
We all like Dongpo, and the name "Dongpo" came into being after Su Shi was sent to Huangzhou. A prisoner released from prison has just arrived in Huangzhou and lives in a temple. Later, my friend Ma Zhengqing asked someone to pass the customs, saying that if Su Shi was given a deserted sloping land in the east of the city, he could build a house, grow some fruits and vegetables, and raise some chickens and ducks for a living, hence the name Dongpo.
Sometimes I feel that when I get out of prison, one Su Shi is dead and the other Dongpo is alive.
Su Shi, who died, was conceited, shrewd, obsessed with calculation and keen on politics; Dongpo, who is alive, can be broad and comfortable, walk outside history, walk in mountains and rivers, walk on the banks of great rivers, and see the River of No Return, knowing that there are more important things in life than politics, and history is just a page turned over. Personal life, sooner or later, will be the turned page, you can care less.
Sniffing and thunder
My favorite sentence in Linjiang Xian is: "My children have been snoring and thundering, and they shouldn't even knock on the door. They should lean on crutches and listen to the sound of the river. " Snoring is the snoring after a deep sleep. The children snored like thunder. This kind of description, this kind of vocabulary, is not commonly used by poets, but it is humorous and lovely in Dongpo's poems, full of liveliness close to secular life. Vulgarity is sometimes better than narrow elegance, especially when it is in trouble. In the desolation, it has the joy of implementing life, and will not be superficial in poverty and self-pity.
Drinking in Dongpo at night, Dongpo is a place, Dongpo is himself.
Su Shi, who has been displaced all his life and always missed his hometown, arrived in Huangzhou and settled down on the hillside in the east of the city before realizing that "this quiet place is his hometown". Dongpo is a strange land where we meet by chance, but it is also the hometown in fate.
Decentralized Huangzhou, in Dongpo, a remote and desolate place, others think that Su Shi is in trouble, but they don't know that his literary life has just begun.
Knocking on the door should not be so vernacular, without allusions and difficult words, as common as everyday spoken language, and therefore so like a metaphor of Zen, so that it is full of organic front everywhere.
Knocked on the door, no response. I can't go home, I may be depressed, I may be angry, I may be confused, I may feel sorry for myself.
"You shouldn't knock at the door. Listen to Jiang Sheng with a stick. " Knocking at the door, there is no response, and you can have the opportunity to listen to the mighty voice of "The River of No Return" on crutches.
Dongpo of Huangzhou, who wrote Nian Nujiao, Fu on the Red Wall and Cold Food Post, lived at ease like a fairy near the river, giving the world a tolerant and open-minded understanding.
this life
The dragon hates that this body is not mine, so forget the camp. Dongpo's self-questioning and self-answering may be everyone's self-questioning and self-answering.
This body seems to be its own, but it is not its own. 24 hours a day, how much time do you have to yourself? Is it possible to really have this body?
This body sometimes lives for parents, sometimes for couples, and sometimes for children; This body sometimes even lives for company executives, stocks, real estate, bank deposits, and many worries that I don't know why I can't get rid of.
When can I forget the busyness of these camps and come back to be a simple self?
Teachers drink in a leisurely way, and often regard "children" who are separated by 30 or 40 years as friends who forget to celebrate the New Year.
Drinking with Mr. Tai Jingnong is the most pleasant thing. The political fear that Mr. Dai encountered when he was young can be seen from his words. When drinking, he relaxed and recovered his original openness, generosity and humor. Teacher Taiwan Province had a brain operation after he was 80 years old. After his illness, he was very worried that his writing would be affected. He wrote Dongpo's cold food stickers several times in succession.
"Cold Food Sticker" is like a reader testing again and again to see if the pen in his hand can still be used by himself. This pen, that is, the "body", after experiencing all hardships, humiliation and severe pain, will persist in coming back to be itself in the noise of the "camp" and leave blood-like ink marks.
Wang Zengqi is the most sad and unforgettable one in Drink Poison to Quench Thirst.
Mr. Ceng Qi is petite, with a round baby face, and has the elegance and elegance of Jiangnan people. But I always feel that he is unhappy and doesn't even drink.
1990 In the international writing project in Iowa, mainland writers included Gu Hua and Wang Zengqi who wrote furong town in the same year. "furong town" was made by Xie Jin at that time, and it was very popular, but it was Wang Zengqi that I contacted more.
Wang and I are knocking at the door from door to door. He writes and draws, and I write and draw. He loves cooking, and I love cooking, so I often leave the door open. Passing through a public corridor, he stopped and turned the western-style apartment into a China-style painting.
Mr. Wang was drinking early in the morning. The doll blushed, her eyes narrowed and she hummed a few words, which turned it upside down.
He told me that during the Cultural Revolution, Jiang Qing asked him to write model operas, and he wanted to give a report on * * *, so he gave himself a formal name "* * * Walking".
When Mr. Wang was drunk, his eyes were full of tears, not tears, as if he hated his childish anger.
Being a politician's "hole-walking" probably has many grievances.
He was drunk, locked himself in a closed room and smoked one cigarette after another until the fire alarm screamed and the fire truck arrived. When Mr. Wang was a child, he was innocent and swore over and over again: I didn't shoot-
I leaned over his ear and whispered that when they left, we would disarm the alarm-
We really lifted the alarm, so he enjoyed a period of binge drinking, smoking and frying hot oil.
The last time I saw Mr. Wang was in Beijing. My friend told me that he drank until he vomited blood, and he still wanted to drink it after spitting blood.
I decided to go to see him without wine. Seeing that I was empty-handed, he ran into the study and took an old bottle of Maotai. He said that this is the wine that Mr. Shen Congwen gave me for forty years, and I am reluctant to drink it. Today, I drank it-
Not long after Mr. Zeng Qi died of liver disease, I took out the ethereal picture of Don't Die that he gave me and drank it myself, praying that he would not be disturbed by the pain of "walking" for politics and the alarm of another world.
Su Shi's Linjiang Fairy
I drank Dongpo in the evening and woke up drunk. It seemed like midnight when I came back. The child is short of breath. You shouldn't even knock, just listen to the sound of the river. The dragon hates that this body is not mine, so forget the camp. The night was calm and the lines were flat. Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.
Crepe: Crepe-like fine lines. Metaphor is the fineness of water waves. ※.