What poems and essays are there in Guling? Couplets?
Guling in the eastern suburbs of Fuzhou is a geomantic treasure, a good place to escape the heat in midsummer. In ancient times, Guling (mostly called Guling in ancient books) was very desolate, and the mountain roads were dangerous and narrow. People seldom came here, leaving very few words and even fewer poems. There are only 9 known poems from the Qing Dynasty: 6 poems by Wei Jie and 6 poems by Guo Baicang. 3 poems. Recently, I was reading an anthology of Fujian poetry and found that Fuzhou poet Wang Tingjun wrote as many as 27 poems about Guling.
Wang Tingjun (1792~1869), also known as Weifu, was born in Qiaoyinshan, the owner of Furongbie Island, and a native of Houguan (now Fuzhou City). Born into a landlord family in Nanyang Village, Guling, he moved to Zhuzifang in Fuzhou City at the age of 12, and his house was named Furongbiedao. He was a student of Chen Shouqi, the principal of Aofeng Academy. In the 23rd year of Daoguang's reign (1843), he passed the imperial examination and went to Beijing to take the Jinshi examination in November of the following year. "The places he experienced were all connected with poems and became a volume called "Beiyoucao" ("Beiyoucao"). ·preface"). The ranking failed. In the twenty-fifth year of Daoguang's reign (1845), he "left the capital on April 12th and arrived in Fujian on June 3rd." From then on, he gave up the imperial examination and devoted himself to teaching and reading. Li Jiarui, the author of "Dingyun Pavilion Poetry", and Lu Yunzhen, the author of "Zixiaxuan Poetry Manuscript" were his students. In the second year of Xianfeng (1852), he was hired by Wei Jie, a salt merchant outside Dongmen, as a teacher in his private school's retreat bookstore. He and Wei Jie sang poems in harmony. The poem notes in Volume 1 of Wei Jie's "Yiyuan Poetry Notes" "Inscribed on Mr. Wang Weifu's Collection of Poems in the Wooden Yinshan House" say: "Mr. Wang Weifu was a handsome man who lived in Nanyang Mountain for a long time, so he moved to the Furong Garden in Zhuzifang, the provincial capital. "Nanyang is the elegant name of Guling Nanyang ("Nanyang" is replaced by "Nanyang" below). The fourth volume of "Yiyuan Poetry Notes" contains "Reading Qiao Yinshanfang's poetry collection and composing three poems of Qijue as a gift to the owner of Furong Island". He died of illness in the eighth year of Tongzhi (1869) at the age of 78. He is the author of "Qiao Yin Shan Fang Poetry Notes", "Bei Youcao", "Guitian Collection", "Slightly Preserved Manuscripts", "Qiao Yin Notes", "Bitaohua Pavilion Poetry Talk", etc.
Wang Tingjun has a deep affection for his hometown of Nanyang Village. He missed it very much when he was studying. He missed his hometown when he saw things. The poem "White Chrysanthemum" goes: "The green and red feelings are swept away, and the cold flowers seem to understand the truth." . Du Ling was ashamed to see her, and Shi's Zhu Menli did not live there. After Beiyan sent a message, the people in Xifeng were thin and scattered recently, and they planned to build a house in Nanyang ("Shui Jing Zhu"). ": "There is a sweet valley in Nanyang with many chrysanthemums on it." Shuangxi Mountain Village outside the east gate of Yu's ancestral home is also called Nanyang.) "There are Sangxi and Eunxi outside the east gate of Fuzhou, so Shuangxili is also called Sangxi. Li, Nanyang Village belongs to Shuangxi Li. In the fourteenth year of Daoguang's reign (1834), Wang Tingjun was 43 years old and still a scholar. On this birthday, he thought of Nanyang Village again, and the poem "Birthday Letter on the Eighth Day of June" said: "Forty-three years have passed, and the reputation has been vain. I am shocked that I am not what I was yesterday, and I am not as strong as I am until now." Heaven and the mediocre talents are blessed with leisure, and the ancient trees in the clouds are indifferent. Nanyang has its own beautiful mountains and rivers. When will I return to my hometown?" (Volume 2 of "Qiaoyinshanfang Poetry Notes") I lamented that the boss had failed to achieve his fame. He retired to his hometown of Nanyang Village.
In the 23rd year of Daoguang reign (1843), Wang Tingjun passed the examination. On November 22nd of the following year, Wang Tingjun left Fuzhou and went north to prepare for the joint examination. At Xianxia Ridge at the junction of Fujian and Zhejiang, he thought of his hometown Nanyang Village again. The poem "Walking in Xianxia Ridge in the Rain" goes: "Xianxia Xiong" The town controls Tianguan, surrounded by green peaks. The sound of hundreds of springs cleanses the ears, and the scenery is vaguely like home mountains. (The scenery of Nanyang Xishan, my former residence, is similar to this.)" This poem can also be a portrayal of the environment of Nanyang Village.
However, Wang Tingjun rarely returns to Nanyang Village. In December of the fifth year of Xianfeng's reign (1855), Wang Tingjun returned to his hometown and came down from Niutou Village in Guling to Eel Creek. The mountain road is rugged and winding, and the solitary clouds are flying high, as if they are chasing people away, which shows how difficult the road back home is. This year, he was 64 years old, but he did not ride in a sedan chair, but used walking sticks to climb mountains. His spirit was commendable. This trip left behind poems such as "Traveling in the Mountains", "Inscription on the Stick", "Passing to the Hometown of Nanyang Mountain Village", "Returning to Nanyang Family Mountain Occasionally", "Hearing the Sound of the Brook on a Winter Night in the Mountain Village".
Wang Tingjun’s Furong Island is located next to Zhuzifang Furong Garden. It is a famous garden in Fuzhou with its beautiful flowers and trees. Although he has income from teaching, a large part of his family's income still relies on land rent.
After returning home from Nanyang Village, he still missed his hometown. Three years later, he collected his many years of memories of his hometown in more than 10 poems, such as "Remembering People on an Autumn Night", "Field Harvest, Ten Poems on Recalling My Former Home", "Nanyang Mountain Village Fields" "Collecting Miscellaneous Poems" and so on, describing the farming affairs in Nanyang Mountain Village and the poet's feelings. "Ten Poems on Harvesting in the Fields, Reminiscing about My Former Home" writes:
"There are streams flowing around the gate, and there are hundreds of acres of fields for people to eat. The grains of rice on the plate are all hard work, and it is because the ancestors have planned to have descendants.
The fortunes of heaven are passing through the years, and several farmhouses have been moved repeatedly. They can bring blessings to their children and grandchildren, and there is enough food in the warehouse to not suffer from hunger.
The Confucianists are accustomed to farming, and there is no difference between bad years and good years. . If you work hard and read books, you will be an immortal.
I have my old house in Nanyang, and Wolong is like living here. /p>
I grow crops in the north and south of the village, and the yellow chickens and white wine talk about a prosperous year. I don’t know how to cultivate and cultivate, and people have the ancient style of Xihuang.
The first step is to pay taxes, and the chickens and dogs in the mountains. There is no noise. Cao Mao knows that he is in the right, so he doesn't bother to rush the officials to the city.
The atmosphere is somber and cold, and people are worried about fighting. (I heard recently that Shunchang and Tingzhou were lost. Bandits are invading the realm of Zhangzhou). The deep mountain is the Taoyuan Cave, which blocks the world from Qin.
Diaoyou once recalled playing by the stream, who was the old relative of the childhood fifty years ago. Now there are only two or three people there (I moved to the provincial capital when I was twelve years old and am sixty-seven this year).
On the first day of the morning, the mountain birds are chirping at the top of the mountain, and the weather is clear and beautiful, and they are singing Yangko. and the sound of reading.
The sound of threshing is heard, and the sun sets in the west. The sky is clear to the farmer, and there is no rain or wind for ten days. ”