Chapter 88
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Gong Zi Xu
Chapter 88: Poor Dao Li Chunfeng...
There was a thudding sound at the Taoist temple gate, Fang Sihai said, "That old Taoist may be a little deaf, let's break the door and enter."
Fang Jun looked at the top of the mountain and said, "It's still early, how about we go up to the top of the mountain to sit and watch the moon and watch the snow?"
The group slowly climbed again, and reached a steep slope. The mountain path could no longer be discerned further up, and there was a cliff on one side of the mountain path. Fang Jun said, "You can't go up any more, it's too dangerous. This slide down will definitely kill you."
There are only trees and rocks here, and there are no pavilions and buildings to rest. Everyone returned to the Taoist temple, and the loud-sounding servant shouted: "Old Dao, open the door, the son of Fang Xianggong's night tour is here to enjoy the snow."
After shouting for a while, the old man finally opened the door and stared at the group of people dumbfounded.
Li Siwen said carelessly: "Old Daoist, serve the wine and meat quickly."
The old Taoist rubbed his turbid old eyes, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then said, "There are only some leftovers, and there is no wine or meat."
Li Siwen exclaimed, "You old man is so stingy, tomorrow I'll send my servant to give you money for sesame oil. Can't I ask for a drink?"
Lao Dao accompanied him with a smile: "Xiao Dao eats fast food, there is no wine or meat."
The eldest grandson Jiaqing interjected: "You are not a monk, what kind of fast are you eating!"
Fang Jun stopped the two from embarrassing the old man, and said, "You two, don't make a fuss. I'll ask the servant to bring the wine later. Anyway, the road is not far. Let's enjoy the moon and the snow first."
Fang Xiuzhu and Li Yulong sat side by side in front of the mountain gate of the Taoist temple, Fang Jun sat on the left side of Fang Xiuzhu, looking at the new Fengxian city that stretched out at the foot of the mountain. The criss-crossing river channels outline the outline of the city.
There are several plum trees in front of the Taoist temple gate, which are messy and uneven among the rocks, but they are full of plum blossoms like snow, and there is a subtle fragrance.
Fang Xiuzhu said, "Longer, look, isn't this a natural ink painting, but unfortunately I don't know how to paint, otherwise it would be extremely beautiful to paint this scene."
However, Li Yulong bit his lip lightly, his big eyes were a little blurry, and he seemed to be full of worries, and didn't answer.
Fang Jun looked up at the sky, the moon in the beginning of the twelfth lunar month was as broken as a string, the night sky after the snow was cloudless, and the moon was bright and cold, and because the mountains and snow contrasted, the crescent moon in the sky was indifferent. Lost color, dim as white paper.
The sea is bright and the moon is at this time.
This is not the sea, and I and my distant relatives are not under the same moon.What separates them is not the mountains and rivers, but the thousand years of time that never stops...
"Hate is like spring grass, it goes further and further and survives..."
Fang Jun murmured silently, thinking of his parents and relatives who would never be able to meet again in this life, his eyes filled with fog, and that ecstasy of thoughts pierced his heart like a sharp cone, and the pain was piercing... …
"Second brother, this verse is so strange. Isn't the general poem silent or seven words?"
The snowy night was silent, Fang Jun's voice was low, but Fang Xiuzhu and Li Yulong could hear Fang Jun's murmur clearly.
Fang Jun completely let go of his guard against these two little girls, without the slightest guard.
Wen Yan smiled and said, "Poems express their will, so how can they fix their specifications? Besides, there are many four-character poems in the Book of Songs, and there were also many six-character poems before the Northern and Southern Dynasties."
Li Yulong blinked: "The two lines of poetry just now are very good, but I have never heard it before. Why don't you read the whole poem and listen to it?"
Fang Jun didn't care either, and "Hidden Clumsy" didn't need to hide in front of these two unintentional little girls, so he whispered: "Don't come to the spring, it's heartbreaking. The fallen plums are like snow, and they are still full. The news of the geese coming has no basis, and the dream of returning to the road is difficult to achieve. Leaving hatred is like spring grass, and it will go farther and live..."
This is a song "Qing Ping Le" by Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, which means missing relatives far away in spring.The whole word is in love with the scene, trying to write the chaotic feelings - the plum blossoms falling under the steps are as chaotic as falling snow; the body is brushed and brushed, and the falling flowers cover the whole body again, expressing the deep affection for the person who remembers.
It was very suitable for Fang Jun's mood at this time, and he used to like this poem, so he recited it casually.
Fang Xiuzhu looked confused: "I've never heard of it, where did the second brother see it?"
However, Li Yulong once again turned his resentful eyes to the distance down the mountain, and his body was filled with a touch of sadness.
Before Fang Jun could answer, he heard someone behind him say, "This little brother invited me, dare to ask who wrote this poem, and has it been found in a book?"
Fang Jun turned around in surprise, and saw a middle-aged Taoist priest standing behind him in the snow.
The bun is held high, and a wooden hairpin is inserted horizontally to fix it.
The moon-white Taoist robe was neat and concise. It was worn on his tall and thin body and swayed with the mountain wind. There was a faint feeling of going away with the wind.
He has slender eyebrows, bright eyes, straight nose, slightly sunken cheeks, and three strands of black beard under his upper jaw.
Based on Fang Jun's experience, he could see the extraordinaryness of this Taoist priest, so he stood up and said, "The Taoist priest is polite."
Fang Xiuzhu and Li Yulong also stood up, bowed slightly, and left together.
It is said that the social atmosphere is open at this time, and it is not inappropriate for strange men and women to be in the same room, but the two women are after all ladies, and the necessary restraint is still required.
The Taoist priest bowed slightly, and then returned the salute to Fang Jun: "Little brother is too polite... The poor Taoist is presumptuous, but I don't know who wrote the poem just now?"
It's Li Yu... Of course I can't say that. The Lord of the country has not yet been born. Where is this person?
Fang Jun said nonsense: "I met a wandering monk some time ago, and I remembered it when I heard him sing casually."
"Young monk?"
The Taoist brow wrinkled slightly, quite surprised, a wandering monk can have such high literary attainments?Could it be that some eminent monk and great virtue who traveled all over the world?
He didn't even think about whether Fang Jun wrote the poem himself.
As Fang Jun himself said just now, poems are written with aspirations and emotions. Without corresponding experience and experience, it is difficult to express such sadness and sorrow.
Fang Jun looked at the Taoist temple behind him and wondered, "Could it be that the Taoist priest lives in this Taoist temple?"
In the memory of his inheritance and Fang Yi'ai, he had visited this dilapidated Taoist temple more than once. He only remembered that the host of the Taoist temple was an old Taoist priest with frail health, but he never remembered such a person with such a refined temperament. .
The Taoist said with a smile: "Exactly, Pindao encountered some difficulties recently, so he stayed here and thought about it quietly."
Fang Jun nodded and said: "This is a good place for meticulous care, but I'm sorry, I think it must have been me waiting and disturbing the Taoist priest's cleaning?"
The Taoist priest smiled casually: "If you don't have a quiet mind, you will be alone in a shabby room, and you will still be restless; if your mind is quiet, you will be in a busy city, and you will still concentrate on your energy, so why bother?"
This Taoist priest not only has a gentle temperament, but also is full of wisdom in his conversation. Fang Jun is very fond of him.
Then he smiled and said: "The Daoist's statement is absurd. There is nothing more calm than a pure heart and few desires. Since the Daoist has desires, how can he be calm?"
The Taoist priest was slightly stunned, pondered it carefully, and suddenly felt that this statement made sense, so he bowed and said: "What little brother said, the world is the most reasonable... The poor Taoist has been taught. The poor Taoist Li Chunfeng, but he doesn't know little brother?"
Fang Jun hurriedly returned the salute: "I don't dare to be a big name, someone is Chang'an Fang Jun..." I thought that the ancients were really polite.
Eh?
"What did you say your name was?"
"Poor Dao Li Chunfeng."
"Li Chunfeng..." Fang Jun was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.
Is it this living fairy?
(End of this chapter)
There was a thudding sound at the Taoist temple gate, Fang Sihai said, "That old Taoist may be a little deaf, let's break the door and enter."
Fang Jun looked at the top of the mountain and said, "It's still early, how about we go up to the top of the mountain to sit and watch the moon and watch the snow?"
The group slowly climbed again, and reached a steep slope. The mountain path could no longer be discerned further up, and there was a cliff on one side of the mountain path. Fang Jun said, "You can't go up any more, it's too dangerous. This slide down will definitely kill you."
There are only trees and rocks here, and there are no pavilions and buildings to rest. Everyone returned to the Taoist temple, and the loud-sounding servant shouted: "Old Dao, open the door, the son of Fang Xianggong's night tour is here to enjoy the snow."
After shouting for a while, the old man finally opened the door and stared at the group of people dumbfounded.
Li Siwen said carelessly: "Old Daoist, serve the wine and meat quickly."
The old Taoist rubbed his turbid old eyes, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then said, "There are only some leftovers, and there is no wine or meat."
Li Siwen exclaimed, "You old man is so stingy, tomorrow I'll send my servant to give you money for sesame oil. Can't I ask for a drink?"
Lao Dao accompanied him with a smile: "Xiao Dao eats fast food, there is no wine or meat."
The eldest grandson Jiaqing interjected: "You are not a monk, what kind of fast are you eating!"
Fang Jun stopped the two from embarrassing the old man, and said, "You two, don't make a fuss. I'll ask the servant to bring the wine later. Anyway, the road is not far. Let's enjoy the moon and the snow first."
Fang Xiuzhu and Li Yulong sat side by side in front of the mountain gate of the Taoist temple, Fang Jun sat on the left side of Fang Xiuzhu, looking at the new Fengxian city that stretched out at the foot of the mountain. The criss-crossing river channels outline the outline of the city.
There are several plum trees in front of the Taoist temple gate, which are messy and uneven among the rocks, but they are full of plum blossoms like snow, and there is a subtle fragrance.
Fang Xiuzhu said, "Longer, look, isn't this a natural ink painting, but unfortunately I don't know how to paint, otherwise it would be extremely beautiful to paint this scene."
However, Li Yulong bit his lip lightly, his big eyes were a little blurry, and he seemed to be full of worries, and didn't answer.
Fang Jun looked up at the sky, the moon in the beginning of the twelfth lunar month was as broken as a string, the night sky after the snow was cloudless, and the moon was bright and cold, and because the mountains and snow contrasted, the crescent moon in the sky was indifferent. Lost color, dim as white paper.
The sea is bright and the moon is at this time.
This is not the sea, and I and my distant relatives are not under the same moon.What separates them is not the mountains and rivers, but the thousand years of time that never stops...
"Hate is like spring grass, it goes further and further and survives..."
Fang Jun murmured silently, thinking of his parents and relatives who would never be able to meet again in this life, his eyes filled with fog, and that ecstasy of thoughts pierced his heart like a sharp cone, and the pain was piercing... …
"Second brother, this verse is so strange. Isn't the general poem silent or seven words?"
The snowy night was silent, Fang Jun's voice was low, but Fang Xiuzhu and Li Yulong could hear Fang Jun's murmur clearly.
Fang Jun completely let go of his guard against these two little girls, without the slightest guard.
Wen Yan smiled and said, "Poems express their will, so how can they fix their specifications? Besides, there are many four-character poems in the Book of Songs, and there were also many six-character poems before the Northern and Southern Dynasties."
Li Yulong blinked: "The two lines of poetry just now are very good, but I have never heard it before. Why don't you read the whole poem and listen to it?"
Fang Jun didn't care either, and "Hidden Clumsy" didn't need to hide in front of these two unintentional little girls, so he whispered: "Don't come to the spring, it's heartbreaking. The fallen plums are like snow, and they are still full. The news of the geese coming has no basis, and the dream of returning to the road is difficult to achieve. Leaving hatred is like spring grass, and it will go farther and live..."
This is a song "Qing Ping Le" by Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, which means missing relatives far away in spring.The whole word is in love with the scene, trying to write the chaotic feelings - the plum blossoms falling under the steps are as chaotic as falling snow; the body is brushed and brushed, and the falling flowers cover the whole body again, expressing the deep affection for the person who remembers.
It was very suitable for Fang Jun's mood at this time, and he used to like this poem, so he recited it casually.
Fang Xiuzhu looked confused: "I've never heard of it, where did the second brother see it?"
However, Li Yulong once again turned his resentful eyes to the distance down the mountain, and his body was filled with a touch of sadness.
Before Fang Jun could answer, he heard someone behind him say, "This little brother invited me, dare to ask who wrote this poem, and has it been found in a book?"
Fang Jun turned around in surprise, and saw a middle-aged Taoist priest standing behind him in the snow.
The bun is held high, and a wooden hairpin is inserted horizontally to fix it.
The moon-white Taoist robe was neat and concise. It was worn on his tall and thin body and swayed with the mountain wind. There was a faint feeling of going away with the wind.
He has slender eyebrows, bright eyes, straight nose, slightly sunken cheeks, and three strands of black beard under his upper jaw.
Based on Fang Jun's experience, he could see the extraordinaryness of this Taoist priest, so he stood up and said, "The Taoist priest is polite."
Fang Xiuzhu and Li Yulong also stood up, bowed slightly, and left together.
It is said that the social atmosphere is open at this time, and it is not inappropriate for strange men and women to be in the same room, but the two women are after all ladies, and the necessary restraint is still required.
The Taoist priest bowed slightly, and then returned the salute to Fang Jun: "Little brother is too polite... The poor Taoist is presumptuous, but I don't know who wrote the poem just now?"
It's Li Yu... Of course I can't say that. The Lord of the country has not yet been born. Where is this person?
Fang Jun said nonsense: "I met a wandering monk some time ago, and I remembered it when I heard him sing casually."
"Young monk?"
The Taoist brow wrinkled slightly, quite surprised, a wandering monk can have such high literary attainments?Could it be that some eminent monk and great virtue who traveled all over the world?
He didn't even think about whether Fang Jun wrote the poem himself.
As Fang Jun himself said just now, poems are written with aspirations and emotions. Without corresponding experience and experience, it is difficult to express such sadness and sorrow.
Fang Jun looked at the Taoist temple behind him and wondered, "Could it be that the Taoist priest lives in this Taoist temple?"
In the memory of his inheritance and Fang Yi'ai, he had visited this dilapidated Taoist temple more than once. He only remembered that the host of the Taoist temple was an old Taoist priest with frail health, but he never remembered such a person with such a refined temperament. .
The Taoist said with a smile: "Exactly, Pindao encountered some difficulties recently, so he stayed here and thought about it quietly."
Fang Jun nodded and said: "This is a good place for meticulous care, but I'm sorry, I think it must have been me waiting and disturbing the Taoist priest's cleaning?"
The Taoist priest smiled casually: "If you don't have a quiet mind, you will be alone in a shabby room, and you will still be restless; if your mind is quiet, you will be in a busy city, and you will still concentrate on your energy, so why bother?"
This Taoist priest not only has a gentle temperament, but also is full of wisdom in his conversation. Fang Jun is very fond of him.
Then he smiled and said: "The Daoist's statement is absurd. There is nothing more calm than a pure heart and few desires. Since the Daoist has desires, how can he be calm?"
The Taoist priest was slightly stunned, pondered it carefully, and suddenly felt that this statement made sense, so he bowed and said: "What little brother said, the world is the most reasonable... The poor Taoist has been taught. The poor Taoist Li Chunfeng, but he doesn't know little brother?"
Fang Jun hurriedly returned the salute: "I don't dare to be a big name, someone is Chang'an Fang Jun..." I thought that the ancients were really polite.
Eh?
"What did you say your name was?"
"Poor Dao Li Chunfeng."
"Li Chunfeng..." Fang Jun was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.
Is it this living fairy?
(End of this chapter)
