Walking alone in Canglang Pavilion in the rain
When I was young, I read Su Shunqin's works and Ouyang Xiu's poems, and remembered the famous line "The breeze and the bright moon are priceless", and I admired the literary talent of "Canglang Pavilion" even more.
When I was in middle age, I read Yan Yu's "Canglang Poems" and admired his famous saying "The antelope hangs its horns, leaving no trace when it goes". I admired him so much.
? But the first three times I came to Suzhou, I just took a quick look at the flowers. I was taken advantage of the Humble Administrator's Garden, the Liuyuan Garden, Tiger Hill and Lingyan Mountain, and missed this oldest garden. However, I had no choice but to call Naihe. This time I accompanied my mother to visit my nephew's new home. I finally had some free time, so I arranged other things, asked my uncle about the route, and set off alone. The weather was gloomy and slightly chilly. When I got off the bus, it was already raining outside. I didn’t bring any rain gear. After sitting at the station again, I had to find a small shop and buy an umbrella. I asked as I walked, and before I knew it, I was soaked like a drowned rat. My pair of single-layer soft yellow leather shoes got soaked in a short time and turned into brownish black. After backing up the car once, I finally found Renmin Road. I walked two more stops and entered the alley, finally finding this garden that I had long admired. Canglang Pavilion is opposite Keyuan. The lintel is old and simple, and the inscriptions are clumsy and powerful. The common hustle and bustle suddenly disappeared here, and the rare tranquility was restored. There were only a few tourists. It took me a long time to enter before I saw a few sparse tourists. After walking a few places, you can immediately feel that this garden is different from many Suzhou gardens. Although it was rebuilt during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, it still retains its simple and natural character. It is completely different from the pursuit of fantasy and ingenuity in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The rockeries here are mostly made of ordinary materials. The stones are piled up instead of the exquisite and clear Taihu stones; the paths are straight and rarely curved; the gates are mostly square instead of hexagonal, fan-shaped and circular. I entered a grove of bamboos first, and upon entering I discovered that there are many varieties of bamboos here. There are purple bamboos, bitter bamboos, and Xiangfei bamboos. They look even more green in the drizzle, which is true to the ancient saying "the rain washes the flowers, and the wind blows the fragrance." "The rhyme of ". In a hall, there are carved chairs around, like root carvings, and a pot of orchids on the table. The root carvings and orchids seemed to have absorbed the rainwater, making them appear smoother and moister.
? The water in a small pond is clear, and the raindrops are falling, causing frequent ripples, reflecting the rose-pink rhododendrons on the shore, creating a hazy poetic scene.
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? Walking further, the checkered printed glass windows of Mingdaotang were dipped in rain and painted green; outside, smelling the wonderful fragrance, small trees were swaying and plantains were flying. It’s a pity that I didn’t come during the Mid-Autumn Festival. If I had come during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I would have gone back later and I would have smelled the strong fragrance of osmanthus and seen the round moon shadow in the pond. If there is still the sound of raindrops, it must have a unique charm. Walking further, you will find Jingyunzhai and Xianyin Pavilion. On the front wall of Jingyunzhai, there is a large book called "Canglang Pavilion" written by Su Shunqin, with vigorous and simple handwriting; there are also red tassels hanging on the plaque of Xianyin Pavilion, showing a slight sense of joy. I think Su Shunqin and Yan Yu must have lived here for a long time, and they were exposed to the aura of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, so that they could sweep away the clouds and establish a sect, right?
After a few turns, I passed the only Moon Gate and climbed up to the mountain tower. The scene in front of me suddenly opened up. The rain fell slowly and the rustle seemed to carry the rhyme of Tang and Song. Walking further, I met an old gentleman, exchanged greetings, and took photos with each other. My energy was not diminished, but my leather shoes were soaked by the rain and looked quite miserable. The green bamboo background behind me added a lot to the beauty of this old man. Entering the courtyard, a pot of flaming red azaleas dazzled people's eyes. It was not a peach blossom but it was better than a peach blossom. It made me realize the beauty of Wang Wei's "peach blossoms are red in the rain". In a stone carving, in the center are the seven characteristics of former officials encouraging their successors to alleviate the sufferings of the people and appoint people on their merits. The couplets on both sides are intriguing: "Farmers are happy when the money is abundant and the flowers in the county are bright, and the officials are clean." I envy the good weather in Suzhou, but worry about the spring drought in Northeast China. I hate that I am not a dragon and cannot bring back the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Finally, we came to the river. There were city streets on the other side of the river, but there was a hill on this side. There was already an old man painting in the pavilion on the hill. At this time, the drizzle gradually stopped, the sky cleared up, and there were more and more tourists. However, the old man who was painting was completely unaware and kept his head down in thought. I met the old gentleman who took pictures of each other again, and saw a pair of sisters again. After asking about it in the pavilion, I found out that four of the five of us were teachers. The tall girl turned out to be an alumnus of the Chinese Department of Northeast Normal University. It was a pleasant surprise. When we met fellow villagers in a foreign country, we took a group photo. When we took the photo, my body was filled with sunshine.
? After being pointed out by the old painter, we learned that this pavilion is the "Canglang Pavilion", the central building here. When we walked to the edge of the cliff and looked back, the famous couplet came into view. ——"The breeze and the bright moon are priceless, and there is love for those near the water and the mountains far away." If you think about it, many ancient people had a fondness for lakes and mountains. When they were demoted and had no work, they would devote their energy and financial resources to building gardens and afforestation. In their hearts, Jiangzuo in the Central Plains will always be their parents. Bang, a paradise in the cave. Ancient officials were far less intelligent than modern officials. They only wanted to benefit future generations and would not think of transferring property. The thoughts that were slipping away were brought back by the warm introduction of the old painter. He described the past and present of Canglang Pavilion in an orderly and interesting manner. For example, the couplets here were originally fragments of Ouyang Gong's articles, but they were integrated by later generations. A pair of couplets is hung majestically on the pavilion. After talking about Canglang Pavilion, the old painter warmly invited us to look at his painting. Although it was just a sketch, the towers, pavilions, mountains, rocks and trees were all well-proportioned, which shows the author's ability to cut out the complex and simplify it. I quickly took two pictures with my phone as a souvenir.
Before leaving, I wanted to go to the Master of the Nets Garden and asked the old painter for directions. He diligently told me the detailed walking instructions. With reluctance, I said goodbye to others and walked out of Canglang Pavilion.
? The weather is overcast, but my heart is still drizzling. The warm rain from the south of the Yangtze River is like boiled water, brewing the old black tea I have stored for a long time. The tea soup is deep red, warm and fragrant, and the fragrance is overflowing. Savor it carefully, it will be sweet after the bitter taste. The word "Canglang" makes me spend the rest of my life pursuing "the antelope hangs its horns and leaves no trace". The next stop is the Master of the Nets Garden.
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