"I think the most admirable thing about Chen Meigong is his temperament and demeanor.

Chen Meigong loves flowers, lived in seclusion in the south of Xiaokun Mountain in his early years, built a temple to worship Erlu (Lu Ji and Lu Yun), begged for famous flowers from all directions, and planted in front of the hall, saying: "I am poor, so as to entertain Mr. Er." Because of the name "begging flower field". It's so elegant.

Hou Mei Gong knew that the limit was coming, and he wrote a letter to say goodbye to his relatives and friends, as if he was going to travel far away, and wrote a couplet: Qi to the foot, Qi to the hand, 80 years of deep walking; Don't complain about the sky, don't worry about people, the three thousand worlds of fish leap and fly', throw the pen and pass away......"

The old man sighed: "The old man is also seventy and eight, and his age is not far from him, but in terms of life, he is beyond reach......

"You are different from his time, there is no comparison, at least you are better than him. It is said that Chen Meigong and Dong Qichang have a close relationship, in contrast, Dong Qichang is like a pig and dog, smelly, and Chen Meigong is more and more noble. “

Dong Qichang, who learns calligraphy, knows that characters are really good, but people are really bad, and successfully overturned the theory that characters are like people.

"Chen Meigong's net worth is very rich, how can you say that he is noble?"

The old man raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Nanshi, you can't beat me, wealth and nobility are not in conflict."

Chang Xian also raised his eyebrows and said, "Chen Meigong is not the kind of arrogant scholar and lonely hermit. He was dissatisfied with the tilt of officialdom, so he burned the Confucian crown and was determined to advance. It's not that he doesn't like wealth, it's just that he doesn't want to be burdened by wealth, and he doesn't want to do it for a hermit like Yangshan Caiwei starving to death......"

Chen Meigong is very good at making money, his Baoyantang is the largest bookstore in the south of the Yangtze River, his editor-in-chief "Baoyantang Secrets" is similar to an encyclopedia, a subset of history, medical divination and astrology, all involved, as well as all kinds of notes and novels, Qingyan sketches, these books because they cater to the preferences of the late Ming scholars, let him become the most successful bookseller in the late Ming Dynasty, so that he can not be bound by fame, travel the mountains and rivers, and enjoy the fun of life comfortably. ”

Chang Xian Zhengse said: "Snobbery, those who are not close are clean, Chen Meigong travels around without staining, like the lotus of a gentleman, it is really clean."

The old man laughed: "Count your kid as a pass, life is in the world, the most important thing is the mentality." Usually read more books, you must be wise and quiet!"

Nanshi is using "University" to point him.

Chang Xian stood up to be taught, and smiled: "God really cares about Chen Meigong, how many people are poor and sick, but he Chen Meigong has a lot of millet and is healthy, and he has lived for more than 80 years without disasters and diseases!"

"As for laziness, Meigong's laziness lies in listening to the spring, trying tea, collecting plum blossoms, sitting on a futon, picking medicine in the mountains, playing with the moon at the top of the building, dancing cranes, playing with fish, well, and playing chess......"

"Yes! Heaven loves this man so much! ”

The old man said quietly: "It's just that the greatest care of God is that he dies in time......"

Only five years after Chen Jiru's death, Chongzhen hung himself on the southeast branch, and then it was the abyss of nearly 300 years of darkness in China.

In many cases, people cannot compete with the sky, and it is a blessing to live well when they can live, and die quietly when they should die.

"There are those who are cared for by God, there are those who are not cared for by God, and there are those who are half cared for by God, when I see your words, what pops out of my mind is the Zhang Zongzi who is half cared for by God."

Chang Xian was stunned: "Taibai rides a whale, quarries the night moon by the river; Meigong straddles the deer, and the autumn wind blows in Qiantang County. “

"When Chen Meigong visited, Zhang Zongzi was a six-year-old child, and he believed in the right things, Lingjun was like this, and he was introduced as a little friend for Meigong, such a good story has not been heard of in three hundred years!"

Zhang Zongzi is one of Chang Xian's favorite people, and he is the first class elegant person in the world.

What is Fengya?

"Wind" is the national style, which is related to eating and drinking.

"Ya" refers to fun, hiding a kind of spiritual nobility.

The wind, a labial-dental sound, is gently pushed out.

"Ya", a flat vowel, seems to be gently pushed open, and it is like the ancients chanting in the wind.

Elegance in one place, referring to a form of life, a life with a high degree of integration of material and spirituality.

This kind of life, which erased the boundaries between art and life, tended to reach its peak in an era of elegance and extravagance in the late Ming Dynasty, and after half a century of blooming, it was forcibly destroyed by the dark wind.

At this point, the strings are broken, the sound is absolute, and the elegance is scattered.

If you want to list a "Fengya" seed of the late Ming Dynasty, the first one listed must be Zhang Zongzi.

Zhang Zongzi was born in a Shaoxing family, and was less of a gentleman, "very fond of prosperity, good house, good beauty, good children, good fresh clothes, good food, good horses, good lanterns, good fireworks, good pear orchards, good advocacy, good antiques, good flowers and birds."

This big player wrote all kinds of market in the late Ming Dynasty in "Dream Memories of Tao'an", Shaoxing Lantern Scene, Tiger Hill Mid-Autumn Festival, West Lake Xiang Market, Hangzhou people watching the moon, and also wrote about the banquet and drink of the high society, antiques and treasures, and watched him talk about teahouses and restaurants, put lamps to welcome the gods, tell stories and act, fight cocks and raise birds, just like a late Ming Dynasty southern ukiyo-e.

When Zhang Zongzi wrote this memoir, he was already a poor remnant of his old age.

He looked back on his life and reviewed the results, "prosperous and beautiful, empty in the past, and in the past 50 years, it has become a dream."

is talking about his own life experience, but also a sigh for the flower of civilization that died prematurely, and a glimpse of the nostalgia and melancholy of that exquisite era.

He wrote that he was studying in his grandfather's Tianjing Garden when he was a child, and the high acacia and deep bamboo outside the window, layer upon layer of green, even the words on the scroll were full of green ("The window is open, and the words are fresh").

He also said that he climbed the Dragon Mountain outside the city to see the snow, "ten thousand mountains carry snow, and the bright moon is thin."

When he was 32 years old, when he led his family class to perform a night play in Jinshan Temple in Zhenjiang, the moonlight leaked from the understory, "sparse as residual snow".

He wrote the story of going to Nanjing to find Min Laozi to fight tea, the story of taking a boat to Dingxiang Bridge to see the red leaves with Zhu Chusheng and other literary and artistic youths, and the story of Chen Hongshou chasing a woman at night in the Yue Temple of West Lake.

He writes about the contemporaries of the women, and the pen is more affectionate, saying that Zhu Chusheng is not very beautiful, "Chu Chu is not very beautiful, his loneliness is in the eyebrows, his affection is in the eyelashes, and his understanding is in the smoke and flattery";

said that Wang Yuesheng looked like a red ling, and had a cold temperament. The son sleeps and eats for half a month without saying a word, and one day his mouth moves, and he only has the word "go home";

Writing about Qinhuai River House is "Jasmine Wind Starts Children Fragrance Very Much", and those who are not true and elegant cannot have this writing.

In the winter of 1632, Zhang Zongzi went to the lake pavilion to see the snow, "the sky and the clouds, with the mountains, and the water, up and down a white, the shadow on the lake, but a trace of the causeway, a little pavilion in the center of the lake, and a mustard in the boat, two or three people in the boat", there are many people in the world who wish to be elegant, who has this obsession? ”

The old man stood up slowly, walked to a bush of camellias, tried to reach out and pluck a leaf, and hung back.

"Zhang Zongzi has similarities with Cao Xueqin, but the tragedy is far greater than Cao Xueqin......"

"If you don't taste the taste of the world, how can you have the idea of being born?"

Chang Xian muttered: "Not only hermits, but also those monks and Taoist priests, who have been monks since childhood, and few of them can achieve positive results. “

"Before the age of fifty, the prosperity is exhausted, and after the age of fifty, the old monk is as bitter as an old monk, so that he can write both simple and professive, affectionate and free and easy "Dream of Tao'an", "Dream of the West Lake", Cao Xueqin wrote "Dream of Red Mansions" The same is true, the generation of immortal works also has its luck, it seems to have existed for a long time, just waiting for the right person to write it out......"

The master and apprentice sighed at each other, and there was no interest in talking for a while.