The Tang Dynasty was an era of poetry. Although the poetry of the Zhenguan period was far from reaching the peak and prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, it had already shown this cultural trend.
The extremely powerful country and highly developed culture finally condensed the artistic method of rhythmic expression, creating a group of talented poets. Poets most like places that can inspire creative inspiration, whether it is a frontier battlefield filled with smoke or a singing and dancing place.
There will be poets pouring their talents into entertainment gardens.
As a carrier of religion, temples summoned more poets from another world inspired by the soul.
Literati came here to practice Zen and enlightenment with the world's eminent monks, play the piano and recite poems, adding grace to the Zen sect and adding fun to life. I don't know how many poets visited friends here, exchanged experiences, or admired flowers together, or recited poems to each other.
The fragrance of tea in front of the table, the sermons in the meditation room, lingering and forgetting to leave. "Sipping tea and reciting true verses, burning lamps to follow the setting sun", "I came to the courtyard to look for famous paintings, and to visit idle people I had to watch chess". Literati like to express their culture very much.
The appeal goes to the temple which is rich in Zen.
As soon as Fang Jun said "waiting with pen and ink", the guest monk immediately turned around and went to the side hall, and within a short time he brought back a set of the four treasures of the study.
Fang Jun looked at the cut rice paper, but with a brush in one hand and an inkstone full of ink in the other, he stood up and came to the snow-white wall...
Are you going to write a poem on the wall?
Everyone's interest increased greatly, and they all stood up and walked to stand behind Fang Jun.
Daxingshan Temple is a holy place for Buddhism. If idlers want to write poems on the walls or somewhere else, they are not allowed in the temple. Otherwise, there are too many literati and poets coming and going every day. Anyone who feels like it can write poems.
Splashing ink, Daxingshan Temple has to paint its walls countless times every day...
But Fang Jun is definitely an exception.
Not to mention Fang Jun's current title and official position, which are all prestigious for a while, his status and reputation among scholars alone, being able to write poems on the walls, are the glory of Daxingshan Temple.
This is like free advertising. In the future, literati and poets will definitely come here to appreciate Fang Jun's poetry and handwriting. It is equivalent to promoting Daxingshan Temple. Why not Daxingshan Temple?
The most important thing is that the quality of Fang Jun’s poetry is too high!
Even if all factors are put aside, Daxingshan Temple will never refuse just to let the classics be passed down.
Fang Jun holds a pen in one hand and an inkstone in the other. He lifts the pen and puts it down. The ink is dripping on the white wall, like a silver hook and an iron scratch, and the pen moves like a dragon and a snake!
“Golden cups of wine cost ten thousand dollars, and jade plates of delicacies cost ten thousand dollars.
Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
I would go fishing and sit on the stream in my spare time, and then I would go on a boat and dream about the sun.
The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, and there are many branches, but now I am safe.
There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and you will hang your sails directly across the sea."
——"The Road Is Difficult"!
Everyone was stunned and dumbfounded!
If the song "Po Qinhuai" just hit Chen Xuande in the face, this song "Difficult to Travel" slaps everyone in the face, and it makes a snapping sound!
Golden bottles of sake and jade plates of delicacies, is this the life you want?
But it’s not what I want!
The trip to the south of the Yangtze River is indeed full of dangers and numerous difficulties and obstacles, but if you are timid and fearful of difficulties, only knowing the difficulties without fighting hard, you will find that when you want to cross the Yellow River, the rivers are covered with ice, and when you want to climb the Taihang Mountains, the mountains are covered with snow.
Things in the world are never as satisfactory as expected. If you shrink back when you see difficulties, you will never be able to appreciate the majesty of the Yellow River and the majestic scenery of Taihang!
Don’t you know that life’s encounters are unpredictable and mostly due to chance? Nothing is smooth sailing!
Always hesitating in the face of difficulties, not knowing what to choose or which way to go, being in a dilemma, how can you experience the joy of life after overcoming difficulties and obstacles, and how can you enjoy the ups and downs of life?
Fang Jun casually threw the pen and ink in his hand on the ground, bowed slightly to Li Chengqian, and said apologetically: "Wei Chen has a naughty character. I have ruined His Highness's grace today, and I shall be punished! If Wei Chen can lead the navy across the seven seas in the long wind and waves in the future,
I must invite Your Highness to experience the ups and downs of the majestic and proud sea! Nothing is difficult in the world, but for those who are willing, I am willing to overcome all difficulties for the sake of the empire, to open up new territories for Your Majesty, and to move forward bravely for Your Majesty's sake.
! Let these sheep, who only know the stamens of hairpins and powdered flower beds, and generally cannot withstand the fear of wind, frost, rain, snow, and hardships, accompany you to indulge in sex, live in dreams, and die! The life of a humble minister is in the infinite vast sea of stars!
"
After saying that, he bowed deeply again and walked away!
There is left a room of noble and self-proclaimed young men, all blushing and looking at each other!
This slap in the face hurts so much!
What does it mean to "only know that the stamens in the hairpin flower bed are usually not able to withstand the wind, frost, rain, snow, fear, hardships and dangers"? What does it mean to "indulge in sensuality, drunkenness and dreams"?
Mother!
Your life is in the sea of stars, and we are just a group of little sheep?
Feng Yandao's face turned red and he said in embarrassment: "This, this, this... is too much!"
Some people also yelled: "This second roommate is really a stick. We just reminded him with good intentions that it is not easy to achieve something in Jiangnan. This is a good intention. How can he curse others?"
"That's right! This person is so ignorant of good people's hearts! Stick, stick, stick!"
Yu Shinan's son Yu Chang looked around and said with a guilty conscience: "Well... if this poem is left here like this, do you think the literati who come here to see this poem from now on will?
Do you think we are a joke because we have no ambition and are afraid of hardship?"
When he said this, everyone suddenly understood.
Feng Yandao said loudly: "Yes, this poem must not be allowed to stay here!"
When a few people heard it, they thought, yes! This poem is placed here, and everyone who has read it will search for the creative background of this poem. Then won’t we people be ridiculed for eternity? It’s just a few words scolded by Fang Er.
That’s all, but this is absolutely intolerable!
I had to step forward and paint over the poem.
Zhike Monk quits...
Are you kidding me?
This style, this poem, this spirit! This is a once-in-a-century classic! Needless to say, we all know how much fame such a poem can bring to Daxingshan Temple! How could Zhike Monk allow these people to stay?
The dandy who is the butt of laughter destroys the poem?
The monk Zhike immediately stepped forward to stop him. Seeing the crowd of dandies, he quickly called all the young monks outside and blocked the wall! Daxingshan Temple is famous as one of the ancestral temples of Tantric Buddhism in Chang'an.
Tianzhu Dashi and other foreign countries are very famous, and it is one of the three major translation centers in Chang'an for translating Buddhist scriptures. All the dignitaries come and go. Except for the prince Li Chengqian, they are not afraid of the other officials and officials at all!
Li Chengqian looked at the poems on the wall and recited them silently, feeling the courage to move forward without fear of dangers and the open-mindedness of sailing through the wind and waves. As his mind was shaking, he almost had a spiritual baptism!
For a long time, he has always looked forward and backward, and was obedient and timid in the face of difficulties. Even when faced with the pressure from the third and fourth elders, he was too afraid to open his hands and feet. He could only passively accept the blow, never thinking about it.
Fight back.
Because it is too difficult. If you fail, you will immediately fall into the abyss of eternal destruction!
But...if you don’t do it, you will never succeed!
Just like if Qingque hadn't aggressively tried to push him down from the position of prince, then he would never have the chance! It was his unscrupulous action that narrowly succeeded!
And what about yourself?
A sheep that only knows hairpin flowers and stamens in a flower bed cannot withstand the fear of wind, frost, rain, snow, and hardships...
There was endless noise in the room. The monks of Daxingshan Temple stopped the dudes from destroying the poems, but they all looked at Li Chengqian with a guilty conscience. After all, if His Highness the Crown Prince gave the order, no one would dare to stop it.
Fortunately, His Highness the Prince had been in a daze, and the monks breathed a sigh of relief.
Pei Xuanji silently looked at the poems on the wall for a long time, then took a deep breath and bowed to the prince: "I am too drunk to drink. I will retire now. Please don't blame me, Your Highness."
Li Chengqian came back to his senses and looked at the people who were clamoring to destroy the poem. He felt bored for a while and said dejectedly: "Let's go together."
Ignoring the noisy crowd, he left with Pei Xuanji.
Stepping outside, the bright sunshine is dazzling.
Li Chengqian subconsciously stamped his feet, squinted his eyes slightly, and then, before his eyes, he saw the gentle breeze, the deep woods and green bamboos, and the world suddenly opened up.