One of the spring colors of South Park

Fan Zuliang revisited Lin'an

Spring is full of South Park, which is intoxicating

In the spring of March, the grass grows and the warbler flies.

In front of the tide gate of Lin'an City, Fan Zuliang grabbed the reins, "call ----", and the jujube red horse stopped. He rolled over and dismounted, and looked around.

The sky is clear, the breeze is warm, the willows are smoky, and the birds are singing. The Qiantang River is not shocked, and it can't help but remind people of Bai Letian's poem: The sunrise river flowers are red and the flowers are red, and the rivers and mountains are as green as blue in spring.

Entering Luocheng, the royal street is wide and smooth, the traffic is busy, the shops on both sides are lined up one after another, the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, the wine shop, the business is busy, and it is bustling. After more than three years, this bustling metropolis is still so beautiful and lively, making people forget to return.

Seeing that it was still early, Fan Zuliang decided to go to the West Lake and Phoenix Mountain to visit and watch, and see if there were any new scenery. So he jumped on his horse and ran northwest of the city.

In the evening, Fan Zuliang returned happily, led the horse, walked into the southwest of Tai'an Fang, and stopped in front of a store called Dongshengzheng, a guy with a blue head and a black robe, bowed down and said, "Please come in the guest officer." Then he took the reins and led the red horse.

Dust off the dust and come in. The shopkeeper greeted him, "Oh, Fan Xianggong, it's always good, please sit down." ”

"Shopkeeper Sun's face is bright red, strong and tough, presumably with wealth from all over the world?"

"Wherever and where, live in peace, generally as yesterday."

"The shopkeeper has always been sincere and well-managed. Now it is prosperous and prosperous, and it is gratifying!"

"Ouch, thank you for the compliment, I dare not take it seriously. This is what all the guest officials are exalted, and Sun is grateful. Xianggong, choose a clean, spacious and quiet room for you? ”

"Those who know me, Sun is also the shopkeeper."

Walk into the guest room, pack up, and take a break. The man brought the bags on horseback, and the shopkeeper Sun brought tea.

After eating, Fan Zuliang hurriedly asked the shopkeeper Sun and asked respectfully:

"Shopkeeper, I want to inquire, there is a gorgeous and huge scenery on the edge of Leifeng Tower, what is that?"

This scenery is located on the shore of the West Lake, at the foot of Lingyin Mountain, made in heaven, and the beauty of the lake and mountains. In the garden, a hundred flowers compete for beauty, green bamboo and onion cages, between clear springs and beautiful stones, the empty hall and the vast building, extremely elegant.

The garden is so big, and the winding paths are secluded. There is a circular arch inside, guarded by forbidden soldiers, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. He had to turn around and climb a rockery. Sit down, meditate, and feel that this place is very different from the hustle and bustle outside, no, it's just two worlds. The intricate layers of green alone are intoxicating.

The dark green is the masson pine, the emerald green is the camphor, the light green is the green bamboo, the yellow-green is the fruit tree, and the old green holly, the turquoise sycamore, all kinds of green, dazzling. Every green life is stretching its branches and leaves to the fullest, one by one, one by one, smooth and soft, verdant like washing. The whole forest is staggered with branches and green leaves, vigorous and lush.

The leaves passed over the face, it was that gentle and delicate feeling, as cool as a pearl, reaching out and caressing, like silk and satin, smooth and soft texture, and full of elasticity, very much like the jade skin of a young girl. These crystal clear greens, like a refreshing and transparent sweet spring, infiltrate your heart wall, wave by wave, full of pleasure.

If you feign in this dense and endless green sea and green world, you will feel that you are this green branch and green leaves, freely enjoying the sunshine, rain and dew, birds singing and flowers-----

In this situation, Fan Zuliang couldn't help but think of his father's song "Huanxi Sha" that died not long ago:

Shepu Qiantang is a water pass, and the idle clouds are like a curtain of blue,

Wushan should be in Biyun East;

The powerless begonia wind is light, and the half-sleeping official willow is set,

Who is the spring color in front of you?

"Oh, Fan Xianggong is talking about South Park."

"Yes, I saw it, it is indeed called South Garden, and there is the title of the current emperor on the lintel. Is this another royal garden?

Shopkeeper Sun told him that this garden is the private garden of the current Prime Minister Han Daren, and compared with the royal Jujing Garden and Yujin Garden, the area is larger, and the scenery is more and more beautiful. Usually, only a small part is open. Only on the Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, and Yuan Day, ordinary people are allowed to go in to watch, and they have to be searched and strictly controlled.

Lord Han's name is Han Yanxuan, and he is the great-grandson of Emperor Shenzong and the great-grandson of Prime Minister Han Qi. Or the uncle of the current queen.

Han Yanxuan? Which department of Jinshi is it, what kind of official position has it done, and why have you never heard of your father?

I wanted to ask again, but I thought: Shopkeeper Sun is a businessman, and he may not be able to say these clearly. Moreover, it involves the private interests of important officials of the imperial court, and it is not appropriate to discuss them with outsiders.

After dinner, Fan Zuliang took his bags, led the horse, walked to Shitangfang in the east of the city, turned to the alley, and met an old man with a white beard and an old robe. The old man looked yellow and thin, looked tired, staggered and staggered, and was almost hit by a horse.

At first glance, I saw it just now, it was an official who was waiting to be elected, and he claimed to be surnamed Chen. In the South Garden, he was about to go inside, saying that he was an old friend of Lord Han, but he was stopped by the sergeant guarding the door.

The sergeant looked disdainful, "Who is Han Xiangye, you are busy, you can see a poor frustration?" ”

Seeing that he was tired and hungry, Fan Zuliang bought him two baked cakes and sent him back to the store. When he was leaving, the old man pulled him and asked him who his surname was and where he was.

He smiled and left.

The alley is narrow, paved with bluestone slabs, and it looks clean and tidy.

When he was holding the lamp, he arrived in front of the Yang Mansion. Hand over the name thorn and let the porter report:

"Fan Zuliang of Wu County, Pingjiang Prefecture came to visit Lord Yang."

The owner of this house is called Yang Wenduan, the word is regular, and Shaoxi has been the secretary of the ministry for four years. and Fan Zuliang's father, Fan Chengda, is a fellow scholar and a close friend for many years.

After a while, a young man opened the door to greet him, "Brother Yue Ming, I can look forward to you, please please hurry up." ”

"The third brother is at home, I will be fortunate to meet you."

Yang Yuandao told Fan Zuliang that his father was on official business today and had not yet returned. At the end of his term of office, he returned to Beijing to report on his work and wait for the election of officials. Then he asked:

"Fourth brother, have you ever used dinner?"

"Even if it has been used, the third brother doesn't have to bother."

Yuan Dao complained, this is the fourth brother, you are not right, I came from Wu County, and I entered Lin'an at noon, but I didn't come here to drink together, which is really not enough buddy.

Zu Liang apologized again and again, sorry, sorry, I know that my uncle is busy with official business, and my sister has been in poor health recently, so I don't dare to disturb me at will. I don't know that the third brother is in the house, otherwise, I will come to beg for a glass of wine to drink, and the two brothers will rest when they get drunk.

At Zu Liang's request, Yuan Dao accompanied him to the backyard, greeted Yang's mother, and went to the West Wing to visit Yang's wife Xu, and gave them each a piece of fine silk, as well as some local products from Wu County.

These are omitted.

The two returned to the living room again, sat down separately, and the maidservant cleaned the tea set and ordered tea to brew. Look around, but see the window is bright and elegant. In the middle hall is a picture of Yang Buzhi's "Four Plum Blossoms".

Looking at Zu Liang's thin face, Yang Yuandao couldn't help but feel distressed, and said with concern:

The fourth brother, Fan Shibo, unfortunately passed away, and my Great Song Dynasty not only lost a great poet with outstanding literary talents, but also lost an iron-clad scholar. It makes my descendants heartbroken, but life is in the world, it is inevitable that it will be so, and blindly sad will not help. Returning to his hometown to wear filial piety, with hard work, he empathizes with his brother. Now that the system is full, it is time to take up your spirits. With the wisdom of the fourth brother, as long as he concentrates on studying, over time, he firmly believes that the fourth brother will win the first place in the next year's competition.

Fan Chengda resigned from the governor's affairs in the seventh year of Chunxi (1180), and after serving as the prefect of Jiankang for two years, he returned to his hometown Shihu to live in seclusion, and in the autumn of the fourth year of Shaoxi (1193), when hoeing grass for the vegetable garden, he suddenly suffered a stroke and then died.

Originally, Fan Zuliang was supposed to participate in the imperial examination in the second year of Qingyuan, but he had to give up because the system was not yet completed.

He told Yang Yuandao: After the death of his father, the eldest brother Zuguang, the third brother Zuming and other brothers were worried, repaired the ancestral temple, carved the tablet and painted, and rebuilt the Fan ancestral hall together with the family relatives. Last year, the ancestral house was renovated and a new house was built. During this period, the three brothers were in charge of their own affairs: the eldest brother Zuguang assisted the clan and compiled the family tree, the third brother Zuming hosted the primary school hall and taught the enlightenment of the Fan family's children, and I was responsible for sorting out and printing my father's "Shihu Collection", which was printed a month ago.

Yuan Dao shook his head slightly, so it is so, the fourth brother has worked hard, and he knows for his brother that this matter of collecting manuscripts, interpreting and proofreading, printing and publishing is a grandson's work, which is too tiring. Fortunately, it has been completed, and Uncle Jiuquan knows it, and he will be very happy. Fourth brother, this uncle's anthology must give me a set, I will study it carefully, think it carefully, and I will definitely gain something.

"That's nature, and I've brought it this time."

"In that case, I will book a table in Zuifang Building, and at noon tomorrow, I will pick up the wind and wash the dust for the fourth brother. Find a few more brothers to accompany you, talk about friendship together, excite words, sing songs, and don't get drunk and don't return. Let the fourth brother, you relax and relax. ”

South Park Spring No. 2

Shangshu Mansion visits Uncle Shi

Said that the collection of kindness essays is a gift

As soon as the words fell, an old man in his sixties stepped in, "Yue Mingxian's nephew, the old man is late, please forgive me." ”

Fan Zuliang hurriedly got up, walked in front of Yang Wenduan, helped him sit down, and said respectfully: "Uncle Shi is above, please accept the little nephew Yue Ming's worship." He fell to the ground and knocked his head three times.

Yang Wenduan hurriedly helped him up, and the virtuous nephew didn't have to be like this.

Fan Zuliang sat half-on the chair, facing him respectfully, with a solemn face: Before leaving, his mother repeatedly told him that when he saw Uncle Yang, he would kowtow and thank him. My father returned to his hometown and lived in seclusion for more than ten years, not asking about political affairs, staying away from officialdom, and only passing books with his uncle and a few other people, like brothers. When my father was traveling, my uncle immediately went to the court and asked for a seal, but he already felt the cold, and traveled hundreds of miles with Brother Yuan Dao to pay homage to his father and subsidize the funeral expenses. This kind of kindness is high and high, and it makes my Fan family grateful and unforgettable.

After his father invited him to be idle, he returned to his hometown Shihu to settle down, named Fan Village, because he loved plum blossoms, hundreds of acres of land in the family, a considerable part of which was planted with plum trees. Whenever the winter and spring seasons, the sparse branches are embellished with jade and bloom, some are as bright as the morning glow, some are as white as the snow, some are as green as jasper, the plum sea is condensed with clouds, the clouds are steaming, and the breeze gusts over the plum forest, as if immersed in the sea of incense, the whole body contains fragrance.

Fan Chengda lived in his hometown, and soon fell in love with the peasant life, wrote dozens of poems about pastoral life, and had little contact with bureaucrats and doctors. At the time of his death, although he had been in power, there were not many old friends who came to Shihu to pay respects. Among them, the ones who contributed the most were Yang Wenduan and Ye Zhengze.

asked Fan's mother and the current situation at home, and Zu Liang answered them one by one.

Yang Wenduan said with satisfaction, very good, very good. Then he fell into deep thought, as if recalling the situation back then. After a while, he said softly:

In the blink of an eye, it has been nearly three years since Brother Zhi Neng left us. It is really the vicissitudes of personnel, and things are not people. His brother was on the same list as me, he was more than nine years older, full of splendid bellies, and his grace was beyond the reach of my generation, and his knowledge, courage, and character were beyond the reach of my generation, and I have always regarded him as a role model, and regarded him as my own brother. That day, when the old man heard the bad news, he seemed to be empowered like thunder, and his heart was heartbroken, and he couldn't sleep and eat. As for a few trivial things, it is not enough to worry about. Fortunately, the old sister-in-law is still strong, and your brothers and sisters abide by filial piety, work sincerely, start a family, and have extraordinary intelligence, which is a blessing for capable brothers.

At this time, it has been nearly three watches.

Yang Wenduan was about to ask Yuan Dao's daughter-in-law to prepare wine and food, chatting while eating. The servant came in and reported: The young lady has prepared a snack and side dishes, please go to the back hall to eat.

When Fan Zuliang got up, he pointed to the bags he brought and informed Yang Wenduan's father and son.

Here are some new books. The first is a set of "Ouyang Wenzhong's Public Collection", engraved by Zhou Lao's grandfather, and in addition, it is a collection of father's poems and essays with a preface by his uncle's old man.

Yang Wenduan looked surprised, engraved it, take it out and take a look, this is a good thing. The smell of books is comparable to the smell of wine, open it and take a look.

Let's first look at the "Shihu Collection", a thick total of ten volumes, including "Shihu Poems", "Shihu Ci", "Northern Expedition Collection", "Lanlu Lu", "Luan Lu", "Wu Boat Record", "Guihai Yu Hengzhi", Mei Pu and "Wu County Chronicles" and other volumes.

Yang Wenduan picked up a roll, and when he smelled it, the ink fragrance was still there. Look at the cover first, dark blue board, the title of the book is written by Wei Youcheng in block letters, the ties are tight and neat, turn the pages, neat and refreshing, touch it, soft and smooth.

"Jianyang Masha carved book, good paper, fine decoration, very good, very good, virtuous nephew, with this set of books, Brother Zhi Neng will also smile Jiuquan."

"It was engraved by the Zhixintang of the Wang clan of Jian'an Masha."

Dude, this is going to cost a lot of money, right? Yang Yuandao asked.

The owner of Wang's Zhixintang is called Wang Yanzhen, who is also a well-educated person, but after repeated attempts, he opened this bookstore, which both englishes and sells books. He said that he had met his late father and admired his father's talent and learning, and printed a total of 3,000 sets, 1,000 sets in my house, and sold those left behind by them in the store to offset the cost of paper and engraving.

The old man smiled, these merchants really know how to do business. Brother Zhi Neng is one of the four great poets today, and his poetry collection will be read by many scholars and doctors, but I am afraid that he will have to reprint it. Look at this quatrain:

The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflower is thin.

No one has ever fallen on the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

The sentences are fresh and refined, and the pastoral atmosphere is strong. This kind of poem is written in my Great Song Dynasty, only Brother Zhi Neng can write it, and no one can beat it.

Old Master Wang also said that if we want to reprint, they will give us money.

That's right, this is the life's work of Brother Neng.

My father had already collected and printed poems during his lifetime. While preserving the original appearance, the engraving was improved, but its letters and notes were scattered everywhere, and there was not much collection, so it was not included. Here are 20 sets for Uncle Shi, if it is insufficient, it will be sent immediately.

The old man nodded yes.

Look at "Ouyang Wenzhong's Public Collection" again, with nearly a million words, a total of 153 volumes. It is an engraved copy of Zhou Bi's posthumous death. The old prime minister personally made the preface, point the proofreading, and annotate. It can be described as a huge work, the whole set of engraved volumes is huge, beautifully printed, and the proofreading is accurate.

Yang Wenduan was ecstatic, this is the best in the book. After a while, he lowered his face and asked: Since it is a precious thing, the value must be very high, virtuous nephew, suddenly give this generous gift, there must be something strange in it, you have to explain the reason, otherwise, the old man is disrespectful.

Okay, I'll make it clear, but now my stomach is growling, you see----

In the dead of night, the three of them picked up the lights and drank freely.

Considering the old man's body, he drank Shaoxing rice wine. The wine has gone through three rounds, the dishes have passed five flavors, and the words continue the preface.

Fan Zuliang put down the cup, looked at the old man, and asked softly: Uncle, who built the South Garden? Why is it so close to the Taimiao?

Yang Wenduan listened, thought for a while, and said cautiously: This is the private garden of the first product of the dynasty, the opening of the palace and the three divisions, and the Baoning military festival envoy Han Yanxuan. This person was born noble, and his great-grandfather was Han Qi, the king of Wei County, and he was also the great-great-grandson of Emperor Shenzong. From the shade to make up for the Shi, Guangzong Shaoxi was still the defense envoy of Ruzhou for five years, and the governor of the pavilion, from the sixth grade. Because of his meritorious service when the emperor ascended the throne today, he was deeply favored by the emperor, and he was deeply cared for, and he was promoted beyond the promotion, and in order to consolidate his own position, he also instructed Taiwan to degrade the prime minister and remove the emperor, and now he dominates the dynasty alone. is not the prime minister, but the power is greater than the prime minister.

Last year, in the second year of Qingyuan (1196), after the emperor crowned him as the third secretary of the Kaifu Yitong, he brought a generous gift and went to visit his aunt with Mrs. Wu, who is now the Empress Dowager Shousheng. The old queen mother is over eighty years old, looking at this couple, one is the son of her sister, the first minister of the court, and the other is the daughter of her younger brother. As soon as he was happy, he gave him the piece of land next to the Nantai Temple on the Long Bridge of West Lake.

After that, this Han Taiwei built a lot of construction on the spot, developed and renovated, moved precious flowers and plants, mobilized Taihu Lake stone granite, built garden pavilions according to the original terrain, piled rockeries, stone bridges, Qingquan Waterfalls, supplemented by elegant taste, until the halfway of Lingyin Mountain. It is said that this part of it has been repaired, and it will be connected with the Han Mansion.

No, the garden is even better than the royal garden, and pavilions are built on the edge of the temple. Every night, often singing and dancing, drinking and carnival, obviously insulting the royal ancestors. But everyone knows that this Captain Han is not easy to mess with, and whoever opposes it is unlucky. Therefore, no one dared to say anything about the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty.

Now I am more than 60 years old, although the official to the government, I can't get used to it, and I can't make a more serious encounter, if I leave, I will watch from the sidelines, just do it for a few years, and when I arrive, I will return to my hometown and cultivate my self-cultivation and retirement.

Speaking of this, the old man was helpless and uneasy.

Fan Zuliang took a drink and stood up: Uncle Shi, I will toast you on behalf of my brother, the world is difficult in these years, and people's hearts are not ancient. You don't have to get angry, so take care of yourself.

Then, I will talk about another thing in detail about my visit to Beijing.

Han Taiwei, known as Prime Minister Han Cheng, has made a fortune in the past few years, as well as the removal of Zhao Erxiang, the derogation of Zhu Xi's prohibition of pseudo-learning, and other matters, all know something. This incident is also related to the surname Han. Shaoxing Huang Wenshu in Shaoxi five years (1194) August, the official residence right Zhengyan, because of offending Han Yanxuan, was dismissed from the court, went to Yuezhou as a regimental training envoy, and later knew Wuzhou. Last month, his official Hou Shu was arrested for embezzlement of treasury silver and sent to Leizhou for management, and Uncle Huang Wen interceded for him, was impeached by the imperial history, and was dismissed from his post. It happened that the family disaster was not alone, the wife died, and the second son drowned, in addition to the embarrassment of life, the family was sad and painful, and it was difficult to extricate himself, so that he was skinny. Pingjiang Mansion sentenced Master Wei Youcheng and his late father to be classmates and friends with him, Uncle Wei and my brother specially asked me to beg you to see if you can be accommodating for Uncle Huang, arrange a dispatch, have something to do, and Uncle Huang will slowly get better.

As he spoke, he presented Wei Youcheng's letter.

After reading the letter, Mr. Yang said, I know Uncle Huang Wen, and he has no deep friendship, but he is upright, selfless, and knowledgeable. It is truly pitiful that the family has suffered such a catastrophe. Now, since Brother Wei pleases, the old man will do his best, I hope that Ji people have their own natural appearance.