Jiao Ran: Spring water flows like water, and it flows after rain.
Jiao Ran's life can't be tested. Where he comes from and where he belongs is a cloud. I only know that his laity name is Xie and his name is Qingtian. He is the tenth grandson of Xie Lingyun, a landscape master. I don't know when I was young, but I told him that he converted to Buddhism and presided over Miao Shan Temple. He is known as "a famous monk in Jiangdong", just like Guan Xiu and Qi. People often say that Jiao Ran "really doesn't care about Xie Zhiyuan's Jiangnan origin", which shows the profundity of his poems.
Jiao Ran made friends with Lu Yu, Yan Zhenqing, Wei, Gu Kuang and others. Throughout their lives, most of them are quiet poets. Now most people define Yan Zhenqing as a calligrapher, but they don't know that he is also good at poetry. For example, the catchy "Persuade to Learn": The light rings at five o'clock in the middle of the night, which is the time for men to study. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young.
Lu Yu is tea fairy, not to mention his wind instrument. Wei is a master of landscape pastoral poetry. He loves his sentence, "The heart of Tao is indifferent to flowing water, and the disaster is bleak." . Gu Kuang's poetic style is fresh and natural, and he loves to hear Banqiao people singing in spring and crowing at noon on the eaves. The tea baked by Chen Mo is dark, but he likes to bask in the grain and sunshine. "Li Jilan was born naive and romantic, and has a good poetic style. He loves her "deeply, and it's not worth missing half." ".The sea is still limited, and lovesickness is endless. "This is nothing more than saying that Jiao Ran's poems are very talented, and people coming and going are very charming and handsome.
Jiao Ran is unremarkable without the ups and downs of officialdom storm and sensational anecdotes. You don't need to argue irrationally, and you don't need cool feelings. You just need to keep a pot of sun and moon, and slowly come to the autumn clouds and spring water.
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Jiao Ran's best friend, when pushing Lu Yu, most of his poems are mutually rewarding sentences, and Lu Yu accounts for a lot. There is a song "Looking for Lu Hongxian at Home", which is long and clear and has the flavor of Jia Dao:
On that day, Jiao Ran's mood suddenly turned bad, wearing sandals and running to find Liu Yu to make tea in the rain. On both sides of the strait, the Qingfeng-xiangguang fracture confronts each other, and the path full of wild flowers leads to the wild land of Sang Ma. The chrysanthemums on the hedge are not in bloom, and the branches and leaves touch each other. He locked the door with a breeze, and the echo was weak and there was no response. The woodcutter next door said that the idiot who gathered to make tea was holding the mist and would not come back until dusk.
I don't know if I was disappointed at that time. Definitely not. Like that child, I thought of Diane on a snowy night and went to see him by boat. When he arrived, he left the door unlocked and came back immediately. When others were suspicious, he just said, "I left on impulse and came back after all." Why should I wear it? " Perhaps, Jiao Ran went out to find Liu Yu with such a mentality, seeing and not seeing, keeping in mind, and not interfering in personnel.
The friendship between Jiao Ran and Lu Yu begins with tea and goes deeper than tea. At that time, many practitioners could not do without tea, and Buddhism and Taoism practiced together. The simple road is increased by learning and lost by the road. Tea, on the other hand, does not need to pay attention to one process after another, just follow one's heart, and the snow foam, milk flowers and crab eyes fade away little by little, which is the basis of monasticism.
There is an anxious poem "The Song of Drinking Tea Makes Cui Shi a Prince", which says, "After drinking, I feel comfortable all over. Drink my god again, and suddenly it will rain like light dust. After three drinks, you will get the Tao. Why bother? " First cup, ignorance. The second cup is the brain. The third cup is raw bodhi.
Jiao Ran loves tea as much as Lu Yu. His accomplishments in tea are precisely the opportunity for Lu Yu to integrate into the Tea Classic. The so-called Zen tea blindly, the two complement each other, such as one heart and two grasses. You can see the Zen machine in tea and experience the taste of tea in meditation. Over time, you don't have to drink, and you have your own glass pure land in your heart. It's sunny in the morning and cloudy at night.
In Jiao Ran's mind, drinking tea is the way to cultivate one's self-cultivation, and drinking is mostly arrogant and ignorant of the original taste of the world. He once said: "This thing is too noble for the world to know. The world drinks too much and deludes itself." Quiet is a no-no, wine is upside down and should not be contaminated. When this was said, Taibai disagreed. He is Brewmaster. He wrote such poems to praise wine, such as "I want to drink, don't stop, let me sing you a song!"! Please listen to it for me. Even Du Fu wrote a poem "The son of heaven doesn't get on the boat and calls himself Brewmaster".
How can I put it? They're all fallen immortals. No comment. Instead, I borrowed a sentence from my predecessors: tea is hidden and wine is chivalrous.
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After drinking tea, I chose a favorite poem:
Spring is like a stream, flowing after rain. I couldn't put down the sentence, and I couldn't open my eyes when I first read it, so I found a poem that was anxious to read. In spring, everything turns green bit by bit, from branches to shrubs, from flowers to leaves, and then to yuan leaves, and it lingers along the soil vein. Streams, with the softness of the world, permeate everything without straining its form and destroying its nature, such as life in spring, completely changing the face of a large area of nature. Spring is natural, water is natural, and roads are natural.
Jiao Ran once had the theory of "four noes" in his poems: "Anger is high but not angry, and anger is lost in the wind; Gas strength is not exposed, exposing the knife and axe; Love is not only darkness, but also darkness is dull; Talent is not sparse, and sparseness will damage the muscles. " Therefore, Jiao Ran's poetry, clear and ethereal, dust does not hurt me, for nothing else, just right.
When Jiao Ran went up the mountain, it was written above his eyes, "When the mountain was lost, the birds flew across the water"; Walking halfway, when I was mighty, I wrote "the clouds are light and the wind is long, and the breeze blows nearly every time"; Gradually tired, I wrote down "the song has been sung for a long time, and the sun and lonely clouds are idle" during my nap; When you are drunk, write down "The mysterious mountain is warm at the beginning, and you will come to see the tea in spring".
He is a monk who blends landscape poems into his bones and blood, and he is too drunk to trace. The sentient beings in the painting are ruthless, non-interference and perfect match. Poetry is just a metaphor of emotion and ambition, in which hermits and readers realize one or two things, and this is fate. With Jiao Ran, I'm glad there is a little enough to sit down and have a cup of tea, and then brush my clothes and go home.
There are mountains in the distance. Imagine a pot of tea and a piano. He and I unbuttoned our clothes, burned dead leaves and cooked new fermented grains. Occasionally, one or two idle clouds come and say three or four simple words, chew five or six pine nuts and pluck seven or eight strings. When the sun goes down, all the birds return to the forest, and a day is wasted.