27. Yueyang Tower: Literature Common Sense

Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later.

—— Fan Zhongyan

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In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Teng Zijing was appointed to guard Baling County. The next year, the government will be harmonious, and everything will be ruined. It is to rebuild Yueyang Tower, add its old system, and engrave Tang Xian's poems on it, which belongs to the composition to remember.

Yueyang Tower, which has been longing for fame in the world, has known Fan Zhongyan, The Story of Yueyang Tower and Yueyang Tower. I first learned about Yueyang Tower, which was written by Fan Zhongyan in the junior middle school Chinese textbook, and it was a swan song about a famous building. At that time, in a secluded house in the remote countryside of southern Hunan, a teenager who was reading "The Story of Yueyang Tower" was thinking about the teenager of Yueyang Tower thousands of miles away, sitting quietly and sinking into a dream like Fan Zhongyan. The cold wind was blowing behind him, and the cold rain was beating outside his window, while he just sat quietly.

I never knew that one day I would set foot on the land of Yueyang Tower, look for the footprints of my sages in the vast clouds of Dongting Lake, verify my doubts and interpret my confusion.

Open the History of Song Dynasty, and I look for it gently among the papyrus and the agarwood of history.

Yueyang Tower, one of the three famous buildings in the south of the Yangtze River, borders the west gate of Yueyang Ancient City, faces Dongting and overlooks Junshan. Formerly known as Dongwu general Lu Su military parade building. During the Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, the Baqiu Tower was changed. Yueyang Tower was called in the Tang Dynasty and was built on the basis of the original site of the military parade in 716 AD. It was named after poems recited by Taibai and Changqing. Bai once wrote a poem "Twelve Summers Climbing Yueyang Tower": "When Yueyang is exhausted, Sichuan will return to Dongting. The geese lead the sorrow away, and the mountains hold the good moon. " However, the name of Yueyang Tower moved the world, and it was after Teng Zijing defended Baling to rebuild Yueyang Tower and made Fan Zhongyan remember it.

History: Fan Zhongyan, whose word is Xiwen, was the prime minister of Tang Dynasty after skating. He lost his wife at the age of two, and adapted to Changshan Zhu's family with his mother. Judging from his surname and first name, he is less interested in doing exercises. Take Jinshi, join the army for the manager of Guangde Army, and welcome his mother back to raise. Once determined to reform, he did not hesitate to anger the Queen Mother and Prime Minister Lv Yijian. He once ruled the army and defended the border and the soil, thinking that he would not choose people, and he would take the road of defeat if he took the official as the priority. On the taste of discussing the reform of current politics, I have drawn up ten measures, saying: be open to the public, suppress luck, pay close attention to tribute, choose officials, share public land, cultivate farmers and mulberry, repair military equipment, promote kindness and trust, emphasize orders and reduce corvee service. And set the method of persuading classes. The Biography of Fan Zhongyan in the History of the Song Dynasty says that he is "just inside and outside, and he is filial. The mother is poor at the time, but after that, although you are not a guest, you don't value meat. The wife's food and clothing can only be self-sufficient. " Even "people in the alley can say their names." On the day of death, all the people in the four directions sighed. " Even "the people of Fenqing and the Qiang people all draw portraits to set up a shrine." And his death, hundreds of people in Qiang Emirates cried like fathers. "

look at Teng Zijing again. According to the History of Song Dynasty, Teng Zongliang was born in Zi Jing, a native of Henan, and Fan was the same year. Because "it's not true to say that the palace is forbidden, I'm sent down to the ancestral department of Shangshu as a foreign minister," and "I'm kind and sarcastic with Fan Ya." You can tell the state of Yue by seeing things fall. Zi Jing, a man with both literary talent and military skill, thinks that all "the building view must have words to say that journalists are not long" is about Fan Zhongyan's record. Fan Zhongyan received the letter from Beijing, was familiar with Mo Lan, and meditated, so he wrote the famous Yueyang Tower. The full text, with 368 words, is magnificent, sonorous and profound, and will last forever.

I have always dreamed of going to the Yueyang Tower, to appreciate the meaning and significance in Fan Zhongyan's swan song, and to rub the eternity and charm in the view of the building; Or, go and see the 8-mile cave in the vast smoke. I sometimes wonder if there are natural and unrestrained waterfowl flying around in the sunset in the reed swing of the sky; Is there a light boat fishing lonely in that boundless soup? Perhaps, on the edge of the reed swing, there are still solitary people wandering; In the beautiful lake and waves, there are arrogant geese; In the shadow of willows, there is also a sunset.

Now, I finally set foot on the land of Yueyang Tower, and I really feel this land; I finally know that I can hold Fan Zhongyan's hands, listen carefully to his passion and surge through time and space, and listen to his worries and confessions. I finally understood that he and I had already made an agreement. Just for this Millennium agreement, I can finally let my pulse blend into his heartbeat, just in Yueyang Tower, just in its breathing and gaze.

I think of the poem in The Book of Songs: "In the past, I was gone, and the willows were reluctant; Today I think about it, it's raining. " I'm sure I've never been here, but I'm sure I have. Sometimes, coming is going, and going is not coming? The interweaving of the past and the present, and the communication between time and space, are they not so? I am where I came from, and I am when I am going; I was just coming, and I was on my way.

I stood in the vestibule of Yueyang Tower, staring back at this ancient building with fresh blood, as if it were Fan Zhongyan, who I had never met before but had long been familiar with, so far away, so close, so vague and so real.

On the main square of Yueyang Tower, stands a bronze tripod. It's facing Yueyang Tower, which seems a little old. I gently pressed my hand in the past, but my tentacle was cold, and then it passed. There was a faint emptiness and emptiness in my heart. As if he had held Fan Zhongyan's hand. His hands are a little cold and a little kind; With a little kind irony, like blaming me for being late, and a little compassionate warmth, it seems to be ready to comfort me. A trace of confusion and anxiety crossed my mind; Confused because of its compassion, uneasy because of its indifference.

I came to Yueyang Tower in the sunset. Subconsciously, it seems that Yueyang Tower in the morning is a little restless and lacks quiet beauty; In the morning, Yueyang Tower was at a loss, lacking the beauty of self-confidence. Only the Yueyang Tower in the sunset is the most beautiful in a day. The setting sun shines warmly and lazily; Yueyang Tower stands solemn and solemn, heavy, dignified, quiet and slightly mysterious. Dongting Lake has waves in its eyes, and willows are blooming in its breath. I can only look at it from a distance, stare at it from a distance, and dare not have the slightest blasphemy and insult. I know, perhaps, compared with it, the West Lake is a weak young woman, expecting others' ambiguous eyes and frivolous manners; What about the Big Wild Goose Pagoda? It seems too desolate again, and I can't put aside my young heart, just drifting away from everyone's eyes.

I think of Tengwang Pavilion, which is "sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn water * * * sky is the same color"; Think of "where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven" and spare the Yellow Crane Tower there. It seems that every famous building is closely related to a famous person, including his life and death, honor and disgrace, gain and loss, and advance and retreat. So, are people named after buildings or buildings named after people? I can't answer myself. Yes, Wang Bo is indeed rare, and so is Cui Hao, but what about Fan Zhongyan? In my opinion, Tengwangge is not only lonely at sunset, but also sighing and sentimentality. The Yellow Crane Tower is just a vivid picture of Hanyang tree and a thriving picture of Nautilus Island, which can't get rid of the milk smell of natural things, and can't get rid of the pure literati's self-pity and self-pity. Yueyang Tower, however, is a majestic and surging ingot, tied with Fan's generous and passionate ark, his heroic and exciting anchor iron, his mind and arms. It is a great husband with great grandeur and agitation, perhaps meticulous, but not exquisite; Although carved, it is not carved. It is bold and vigorous, and it is not rough and unassuming.

I am deeply attached to the Yueyang Tower, which stands quietly in the wind of Sun Shadow Lake. Perhaps, in my eyes, it is more than just a building; It should be a feeling, a mind, a complex and an idea.

for years, it just stood still. How many vicissitudes of the world has it seen, how many twists and turns? In its eyes, the world is just as dull as clouds in the sky or microwaves on the lake. Before it can roll up and ripple, just to cover your eyes and write about your worries, has it already returned to peace?

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Yu Guanfu Baling is a victory in Dongting Lake. Take a distant mountain, swallow the Yangtze River, and make soup, which is endless. It's sunny in the morning and cloudy in the evening, so this is the grand view of Yueyang Tower, which was prepared by predecessors. However, Wuxia in the north, Xiaoxiang in the south pole, and poets who moved to other places will meet here, so you can enjoy things without exception.

I stepped over the threshold of Yueyang Tower. Hanging on the head-on wall is the eternal farewell of that handwritten book. Twelve ebony trees hang quietly, and what shines brightly is that they are dignified, thick and heavy, like Fan Zhongyan, who walked out of twelve history, gentle and humble; The bronzing characters are wandering, flying and spinning, sometimes stagnant like Fan Zhongyan's sudden change, sometimes flying like his soaring, sometimes heavy like a rock, and sometimes ups and downs like a waterfall. I almost suspected that this was the footprint of Fan Zhongyan's thought, but I traced it to Zhang Zhao. My eyes meander with Zhang's handwriting, like a fish walking through the tunnel of history, full of sadness and joy, separation and gathering, separation and combination, loss and gain, humiliation and favor, death and life. I think Zhang Zhao should be familiar with Mo Lan and agitate in his heart, otherwise he can't sketch Fan Zhongyan in case. Just, don't Zhang's paths bear the brand of Fan Zhongyan?

My heart gradually sank into the sea of black and gold, and I gradually forgot that I was a vulgar, a fool, and a stubborn thing that never got rid of fireworks. I don't know, whether this wandering handwriting represents something or implies something; So, if so, what is it?

Song has never been an era of promising or doing something, an era of complete personality. When the Northern Song Dynasty curled up in the courtyard of the four corners of history, lying drunk in the dream and luxury of Tokyo, upturned with innocent but not lacking blurred eyes, curiously looking at the guests coming and going, amazed at their uncivilized or semi-ignorance, the Qidan rose in its subsequent fear, and the Tangut people became its maggots attached to the bones. In such a dilemma, at this moment, any move to change the status quo slightly will be considered as digging a grave, and anyone who hopes to change the status quo through reform or improvement will be regarded as a different kind. Therefore, Fan Zhongyan's reform is doomed to be impossible. However, being in the position of a feudal scholar-bureaucrat made it impossible for Fan Zhongyan, who had the personality and conscience of an intellectual, to choose to escape. His personality doesn't allow him to do this, his conscience doesn't allow him to do this, and neither does his education, his moral habits and his official cultural personality. Even if he knows it's not feasible, even if he knows he's dealing with an entire class that's already neurotic and hysterical. Perhaps, in Fan Zhongyan's bones, what he firmly remembers is the old saying that "a gentleman does something, but he doesn't do anything". He was born and raised in Dasong, so he has to be loyal to it. In addition, he has no choice. Knowing that you can't do it, or it is the reason why Fan's personality is great. Therefore, this is not so much a black comedy as a tragedy.

The impact of the Khitan iron hoof and the rise of the Tangut Qiangdi can make people like Fan Zhongyan really feel pain for their country, enmity for their enemies and illness for their people. Unfortunately, Song Ben was ill, because he knew that there was no possibility of radical cure. Why not take the opportunity to bask in the sun and prepare for the winter? Fan Zhongyan guards half of the country and Dou, who can't afford to help. Although they fantasize about making great efforts and striving for strength, they have indeed made great efforts and made some achievements. However, they can't avoid the fate of failure after all, and they can't avoid the reef of failure. After Fan Zhongyan, Wang Anshi rose to reform again, and after all, he just became a solitary smoke in the desert. Although it was straight and colorful, it had the beauty of a mirage, and finally it was just smoke. The most realistic reality is that Fan Zhongyan and Wang Anshi have all become relocated guests; Maybe it smells like a poet.

In the sunset, Dongting Lake is wrinkled loosely, reflecting the gorgeous smiling face of the sunset glow. I don't know how such a lovely Dongting Lake can bear Fan Zhongyan's heavy sorrow and Du Shaoling's deep sorrow. Why is there the romance and freedom of Li Bai's boating in Dongting and the sorrow and hardship of Du Fu's boating in Dongting?

a thousand years. Dongting Lake: What did she witness? Yueyang Tower, what did he witness?

The waves on Dongting Lake and the sandalwood in Yueyang Tower have jumped for a thousand years and rose for a thousand years. How many years has Fan Zhongyan's voice been lingering in the dark tunnel of history?

no one knows.

On the shore of the lake, a few willows are not luxuriant, and their faces are weak and weary, just like begonia in autumn. This is not the willow in the poem of Satoshi, and it can't be a token in the three stacks of Yangguan. A milky motorboat, chopping the waves, got into the shadow of one willow and another. Occasionally, there are worn-out boats, crawling with trembling; There is a trembling old man on it, swaying.

the distant mountains lie like a continuous ridge of animals.

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If it's raining hard, even the moon doesn't open, the evil wind howls, the turbid waves empty, the sun shines, the mountains lurk, the business trips fail, the dusk falls, the tigers roar and the apes cry, and the buildings climb, then you will go to the country to miss your hometown, and you will be worried and ridiculed everywhere. If it is spring and Jingming, it is calm and calm, and the sky is bright and blue; Sha Ou Xiang Ji, Jin Li swimming, shore Zhi Ting Lan, gloomy and green, and if the smoke is out, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, the floating light jumps over the gold, the static shadow sinks the wall, and the fishing songs answer each other, how happy this is, and if you climb the stairs, you will be relaxed and happy, and you will forget it, and the wine will be welcome, which will make you happy.

I think of one of Fan Zhongyan's words: "Su Curtain Covers": "Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn waves, cold smoke and green waves. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. Dark homesickness, chasing the thoughts of travel, staying in bed every night unless you have a good dream. The bright moon building rests alone, and the wine enters the sorrow and turns into acacia tears. "

Perhaps, Fan Zhongyan is not Fan Zhongyan; When I came, he was already in nirvana; And what I see is just his shadow. So, what's the point of my clinging to his only word? "The moon rises high and rests on its own", which is certain: "Wine enters the sorrow and turns into lovesick tears" is it the loneliness that sucks the marrow? I have met too many people, sentimental or heartless, when it is a love poem, when it is a deep-rooted acacia between lovers, thinking that it is just the red bean of acacia in Wang Wei's poems, a little sad, a little sad, a little helpless and a little lingering; Just, even me, how many people have read it and known it? Perhaps, this is just a kind irony.

I was lying in the cabin of a boat in the south lake of Dongting, smelling the faint smell of the wind and listening to the roar of the engine, and I was at a loss. At the top is a long gray sky, with a faint moonlight shining. This is the night sky of all the cities in China. I can't find Fan Zhongyan's "Long smoke is empty and the moon is thousands of miles away"; I can't find Fan Zhongyan either. I think I correctly feel a deep loss, a rape of faith.

the motor of the boat stopped. We are floating with the waves on the surface of Nanhu Lake. It's quiet all around, and I can hear the sound of turbulent water under the boat clearly. There is a huge black steel frame overhead, which is mighty, majestic and unattainable, and seems to be shining in the ash of the night. This is the prototype of Dongting Bridge. Since when, we have become more and more excited about the myth that "a bridge flies north and south, and the moat becomes a thoroughfare", indulging and even overdrawing some of our desires unconsciously, raping nature and materializing ourselves unconsciously?

I can't remember the poor poet on the surface of Nanhu Lake more than 1 years ago. The story of vicissitudes of life is always on.