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, and whether it is a frontier battlefield filled with smoke or an entertainment garden filled with singing and dancing, there will always be poets pouring their talents into them.
As a carrier of religion, monasteries summoned more poets from another world inspired by the soul.
Literati came here to practice Zen and enlightenment with eminent monks, play the piano and recite poems, adding elegance to the Zen sect and adding fun to life. I don’t know how many poets have visited friends here, exchanged their experiences, or admired flowers together, or recited poems to each other, drank tea at the table, preached in the meditation room, and lingered without ever forgetting to return. "Sipping tea and reading verses, lighting lamps to follow the setting sun", "I come to the temple to look for famous paintings, and to visit leisurely people I have to watch chess". Literati like to invest their cultural appeals in temples with a strong Zen atmosphere.
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 anyone wants to write poems on the wall or somewhere else, it is not allowed in the temple. Without him, there are too many literati and poets coming and going every day. If anyone is interested, they can splash ink. The walls of Daxingshan Temple must be painted countless times every day...
But Fang Jun is definitely an exception.
Not to mention that Fang Jun's current title and official position were all prominent, but his status and reputation among scholars alone were enough to be able to write poems on the walls and be 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 raises and lowers the pen. 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.
When I was free, I was fishing and sitting on the stream. Suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming about the sun.
The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, and there are many divergent paths, but now I am at peace.
There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea. "
——"It's Difficult to Travel"!
Everyone was stunned and dumbfounded!
If the song "Po Qinhuai" just slapped Chen Xuande in the face, this song "Difficult to Travel" slapped everyone in the face, and it made a snapping sound!
Golden bottles of wine and jade plates of delicacies, is this the life you want?
But 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 afraid of difficulties, only knowing the difficulties without fighting hard, you will find that when you want to cross the Yellow River, the ice will freeze and the river will be blocked, and when you want to climb the Taihang Mountains, the mountains will be 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 majestic scenery of the Yellow River and Taihang!
Don’t you know that life’s encounters are unpredictable, mostly by chance? Nothing comes easy!
Always hesitating in the face of difficulties, not knowing 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, and he has ruined His Highness's grace today, so he should be punished! In the future, if Wei Chen can lead the navy across the seven seas and break the waves, 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, I am willing to open up new territories for Your Majesty, and I am willing to move forward bravely for Your Majesty's sake. ! Let these sheep, who only know the stamens of hairpins and powdered flowerbeds and can't stand 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 with faces flushed and looking at each other in bewilderment!
This slap in the face hurts so much!
What does it mean to "only know that the stamens in the hairpin flower bed are generally unable to withstand the fear of wind, frost, rain, snow, and hardships"? What does "indulge in lust, drunkenness and dreams" mean?
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 be disappointed? Do you think of us as a joke that has no ambition and is afraid of hardship?"
When he said this, everyone suddenly understood.
Feng Yandao said loudly: "Yes, this poem must not be allowed to stay here!"
A few people heard it and thought, yes! This poem is placed here. Anyone who has read it will search for the background of this poem. Then won’t we people be ridiculed for eternity? It's okay to be scolded by the second roommate, 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 verse, 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 dandies, who were afraid of leaving a laughing stock, to destroy the poem?
Zhike Monk immediately stepped forward to stop him. Seeing that there were so many dudes, he quickly called all the young monks outside to come in and blocked the wall. Daxingshan Temple is one of the few ancestral temples of Tantric Buddhism in Chang'an. It is famous far and wide. It is also famous in foreign countries such as Tianzhu Dashi. It is also one of the three major translation sites for Buddhist scriptures in Chang'an. All the dignitaries come and go, except for the prince Li Chengqianzhi. In addition, 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. While his mind was shaking, he almost had a spiritual baptism!
For a long time, he has always looked forward and backward, submissive in the face of difficulties, and timid. Even when faced with the pressure of 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 a chance! It was because of his unscrupulous action that he almost 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 take my leave 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, secluded woods and green bamboos, and the world suddenly opened up.
