Shu once heard the Zigui bird, and Xuancheng saw the azalea. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

One is called, one is broken, and three springs and three months are remembered.

——Li Bai "Xuancheng Sees Azaleas"

This poem is Li Bai's twilight work.

Homesickness, like the cuckoo's cry, every word is the idea of falling leaves returning to the roots.

In the fourteenth year of Tianbao (755 AD), the "Anshi Rebellion" broke out, and Li Bai took refuge in Lushan. In the second year of the war, Li Bai was invited by the Yongwang Li Lan to go down the mountain to join his shogunate. At that time, Jishi was still in retreat, and Li Bai also hesitated, but in the end he still participated in the counterinsurgency of the imperial court, hoping to realize his wish to serve the country again.

After becoming King Yong's staff, Li Bai was happy and conceited. In the army, he wrote a number of "Yongwang East Tour Song", proud and romantic: "The north of Sanchuan is as chaotic as hemp, and the four seas are as stupid as Yongjia." But with Dongshan Xie Anshi, for the king to talk and laugh at the lake sand", he compared Xie An, can make the dynasty rise again, he even thinks that politics can be the same as the talent in his belly, deploy freely, he also imagined the future for himself - after the success, he followed Fan Li, retreated bravely, boated between the five lakes, and spent the years of poetry and wine.

Often, the truth is harsher than expected. Li Bai has only been in the curtain for a few months, and his political talents have not yet had time to be displayed - after the last time he was an official in Beijing, he has finally waited for this opportunity, and he is preparing to straighten out his wings and show his ambition to soar into the sky...... And the sky above him changed owners in an instant.

In this battle for the throne between King Yong and Suzong, King Yong eventually lost and was killed. Success and defeat are the laws of eternity. Li Bai, as a guest in the Yongwang army, was naturally implicated and imprisoned.

In Xunyang Prison, when Cui Lian comforted Jiangnan and collected talents, Li Bai immediately wrote a poem asking for help, and his wife Zong also cried for help. Fortunately, Song Ruosi, the imperial historian of Xunyang, loved Li Bai's talent very much, and after rescuing Li Bai from prison, he summoned Li Bai into the scene. Li Bai was highly valued under Song Ruosi, and recommended himself to the imperial court again in the name of Song Ruosi, hoping to be used again. But not only did he not get an appointment, but he was once again implicated in the old case of King Yong, and was exiled by the imperial court for a long time in Yelang (now Guizhou).

How unpredictable the world is, even if the pride of the past is like him, he can't help but sigh: Yelang is thousands of miles away, and the west makes people old.

What is even more unpredictable is that in the second year of the Qianyuan Dynasty (759 AD), when Li Bai traveled to Wushan, the imperial court announced a general amnesty due to a severe drought in Guanzhong, stipulating that the dead would be pardoned, and those below could be pardoned. So, Li Bai regained his freedom, and in addition to being surprised, he wrote the popular "Early White Emperor City".

However, before his exile, his footprints traveled all over the country, unofficial and light, drinking and enjoying himself, writing poems and expressing his feelings, which was a spring breeze-like travel. After his exile, although he still wandered in the southeast, occasionally under the human fence, he was already broken and adrift, as helpless as autumn leaves...... During this period, he traveled back and forth between Xuancheng and the old land of Jinling for two years, making a living by his talents, which can be described as an embarrassing evening and a bleak moon.

In March in Xuancheng, the azaleas bloomed as promised.

The blood-red color, shining in the spring sun, can sting the poet's eyes. Li Bai, who has been wandering all his life, blurred his old and deep eyes in the spring breeze, and let his heart, which has been full of vicissitudes, be opened by a sound in his memory, and the viscous and forbearant nostalgia gushes out, gurgling in the blood and fluid.

Bashu is Li Bai's hometown.

Zigui, that is, the cuckoo bird, also known as Du Yu, Zijuan, commonly known as cuckoo. Li Shizhen once said: "The cuckoo is out of Shu, and there are also in the south today, pretending to be like a bird harrier, and the color is miserable and black, and there is a small crown in the red mouth." Spring twilight is crying, night crying, the song will go north, especially in summer, day and night do not stop, its voice is sad. The Tian family waited for it to prosper farming. However, the insect-eating beetle cannot be a nest, and it gives birth to children in his nest, and hides stings in the winter moon. ”

In addition, there is also a legend of "Emperor Wang's Cry" in the Bashu area.

"Rhododendron and birds, resentment and beauty. It is suspected to be blood in the mouth, dripping into flowers on the branches. ”

According to legend, Emperor Wang was the monarch of Shu at the end of the Zhou Dynasty, named Du Yu. Later, the Zen position retreated, the unfortunate country died, and the soul turned into a bird after death, and in the twilight of spring, crying day and night, its voice was mournful and short, crisp and affectionate, as if to say "It's better to go back, it's better to go back", which makes people hear the heartbreak. The blood in his mouth fell into the mountains and turned into a cuckoo.

And Zigui and Du Juan are not only related to his sadness, but also related to his nostalgia.

Today, Shudi Emei is still a sea of rhododendrons.

Rhododendron, Emei Mountain Buddhism called alder flower, according to the Buddhist scripture "Ahama Sutra", Sakyamuni early Buddha's Visheva, is in this kind of alder flower enlightenment.

Because of various karma, the Shu people love the rhododendron very much, and the rhododendron varieties of Emei alone have reached more than 30 species.

Every year in late spring and early summer, the flowers bloom all over the mountain, between the mountains and mountains, the clouds and mist and flowers reflect each other, the momentum is magnificent and Zen, very shocking. Standing on the top of the mountain, watching the mountains fade from color to blue, to the sky, like being in a quiet and vast beach. The flowers flickered, and the vast mist rose up like a tidal wave, swallowing up the entire sky. At that moment, in the mountains and wilderness, you will also feel the feelings of the deep sea, infected with the unique atmosphere of the ocean, desolate, vigorous, sensual, and psychic...... It's better to go back, it's better to go back, I really would rather be swept away by the flood of the universe.

The cuckoo is called the red in our hometown. Very festive name. Not miserable, not sick, not a trace of ominous and estranged.

But it also occupies a part of my nostalgia.

There are large pieces of red mountains in the mountains behind my hometown. After Qingming, the flowers will bloom freely. They are small people in the mountains and forests, born in half-man-tall bushes, in clusters, with bright red flowers and extremely pleasant colors. In childhood, when the flowers bloomed, the children would go up to the mountains to pick, just like a grand event in the mountain village. At that time, I only knew that Yingshan Hongsha was good-looking, fun to pick, and the flowers could be eaten, and I often stuffed my mouth with flower branches, and then grinned. Now that I think about it, it can be regarded as using the sweetness and sourness of the tip of the tongue to soothe the simplicity of life, but at that age, I don't know what is sad and what is broken bowel.

After many years of leaving his hometown, although there is no cuckoo cry, he still often thinks of the short Yingshan red in the back mountain, the mountain road like sheep intestines, the dirty faces of the children, the whirring sound of the pine branches, and the cool mountain breeze like a comb.

These have become the ignorant nostalgia that I have hidden deep in my heart, rough and wild, after all, I can't sing poetry, and I can't paint.

The Qing Dynasty painter Hua Yan painted a volume of "Spring Valley Rhododendron".

Huayan is a native of Silla Mountain, a native of Baishadao, a resident of Liyan, etc., an elderly self-proclaimed "floating tent", a native of Baishali in Shanghang, Fujian, and later lived in Hangzhou. Hua Yan's painting force to pursue the ancient method, flowers and birds are particularly good, and good books, can poetry, when called "three uniques", is one of the representatives of Yangzhou painting school. The flowers and birds in his pen are fresh and handsome, very spiritual, the flowers still smell their fragrance, the feathers of the birds are delicate and fluffy, and the brushwork is delicate and weird.

Spring Valley Rhododendron, this name is very deep and beautiful, the painting is natural, and the poetry is also natural.

On the painting, Huayan inscription: The wind on the edge of the spring valley bird is getting softer, and the azalea is drying up in the rain. There is a white text seal of "leaving the scale", and the inscription is "written by the people of Silla Mountain in the Jietao Museum".

In his early years, Hua Yan was high-spirited, and he also went north to the capital to take the exam, although he was excellent in learning, but he only got the position of the eighth rank, which was far from the lofty ambition in his heart. He left the Beijing division without being an official, and since then he has never been interested in the official career, sending poetry and painting, self-knotted thatched huts into small hidden, and getting the name of the dirt layman, meaning to draw a clear line with the turbidity world, and keep one side concise.

Xie Tao Hall is Hua Yan's residence in Hangzhou in his later years, as painted in the painting, there are willow branches and mountain stones in the museum, flowers and birds singing, it is really a good scenery pastoral, the valley outside the world. The mountain stone is as strong as cutting, he uses the stone green moss, which shows a bit of simple and damp taste, and the breath after the rain is very strong. A few rhododendrons are thin and red, and they are very sparse and handsome. A few strands of willow silk flutter in the wind, soft and freehand. Two rhododendrons stand among the willow branches and flowers, chirping and singing, and the posture is extremely cheerful.

It's really a story of spring sorrow, and the cuckoo cries on the cuckoo branches.

But Huayan's spring sorrow is beautiful and smart. Although he is also "fluttering", he has left the dirt and cultivated the glass in his heart, which is spotless and clear.

And Li Bai's spring sorrow is sad and absolute. After a long period of wandering, he was exhausted, and he was sick at that time, fate, troubled times, personality, and many other factors, and finally made him from a green lotus, and the petals fell one by one, becoming a withered lotus canopy.

According to the "Old Tang Book", in the third year of the Shangyuan Dynasty (762 AD), Li Bai "died of excessive drinking in Xuancheng" at the age of sixty-one.

Xuancheng saw azaleas again. In the spring and March of each year, Zigui still chirps day and night, it is better to go back, it is better to go back...... He really returned, drunkenly following the cry of Zigui, following the fragrance of cuckoo flowers, and carrying a wisp of poetic soul to his homeland - Bashu. The cuckoos there have blossomed into the ocean...... Tianfu is the same.

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