"The age is only Ding Mao, and there is no shot in the law. The days are cold and the nights are long, and the atmosphere is sluggish. ”

“…… Since the rest of the people, the poverty of luck, the scoop has been sold out repeatedly, and the silk is winter. With the joy of the valley, the song is paid, the firewood door is in the firewood, and I have a morning supper. ”

“…… The outline has been extinguished, the anger has been gone, the sun and the moon have passed without sealing the tree. The reputation of the former is noble, and the song is important. Life is really difficult, and death is like that. Alas! ”

Often leaning on the stone stele, reminiscing about Mr. Wuliu's life, there is poverty, there is a view, there is sorrow, there is leisure.

In the face of everything in the past, he "can be hateless".

Faced with the impending death, he asked to "bury the middle field to rest his soul." ”

When the god of death grabbed his hand, he threw one last glimpse at his living self: "Life is so hard, how is death"!

Tao Yuanming is tangled and separated.

Half of Tao Yuanming was suffering in the officialdom, thinking about swimming in the forest spring, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, and seeing Nanshan leisurely.

Half of Tao Yuanming is happy in the countryside, but he is ambitious and thinks about flying, hoping that he will be ambitious and far-reaching.

Half of Tao Yuanming struggled in the dirty mud.

Half of Tao Yuanming was released in the misty peach blossom source.

Life is really difficult, how is death?

Even if it is a pottery, life is really difficult.

Hard, so drink.

Tao's poems are full of wine, and there are twenty drinking poems.

Wine is Tao Yuanming's most reliable partner, a mirror that illuminates all things in nature, and a glue that fills the gap in time.

But he doesn't get drunk, because he doesn't use alcohol to reach illusions, and he doesn't let alcohol provoke emotions.

Tao Yuanming wrote about drinking, which was in his most sober moment, the loneliest moment.

As Rilke said, "Let the autumn wind blow across the fields." Let the last fruit grow plump, and let the last sweetness be brewed into the strong sake. Whoever does not have a house at this time does not have to build, and whoever is lonely at this time will be lonely forever. ”

……

It's hard to be idle, and it's rare to cry without tears.

You should know that the rice paper should be kept dry and wet properly when ink extension, and if you stop halfway and then re-ink the water, there will be slight differences in ink color.

Therefore, the rubbing pays attention to one go, and it cannot be stopped in the middle.

It took him two days to work on the four big characters, and these more than 300 words, I don't know when he will be busy.

The old man has no clock here, and his mobile phone has been turned off, so he can only calculate the time by sunrise and sunset like an ancient.

It took him three days to get this stone tablet to finish.

A day and a half smashed words, a day and a half splashed ink, every day from morning to night, with countless waste paper and ink in the middle, and his eyes were painful.

The old man disappeared most of the time, and he barely said anything when he came, so he was left alone to work.

In the past three days, I have been idle and exhausted, and every day it is like running a marathon, and I fall asleep.

Finally, Chang Xian gritted his teeth and took off the stele from the stele little by little and showed it to the old man.

The old man stroked it with his hand and nodded slightly: "You can start to formally learn the tablet." ”

When I heard it, my eyes were dark, and I almost fell to my knees.

Frightened, Xiaoman screamed, and came over to rub the dog's head against his idle feet while barking.

This dog thing has a conscience more than many people.

The next day, the old man specially pointed out a stone tablet to Chang Xian. It is a self-written epitaph written by Xu Wei and Xu Wenchang.

“…… Born at the age of nine, he has been able to learn the Ganlu script, and he has been abandoned for more than ten years. and repentance, and ambitious, comprehensive, learn from the history of the family, although trivial to the barnyard is small, vain and poor. Every time you think about sleeping and eating, you can read the atlas and fill the banquet. Therefore, there are forty-five years of tooth hanging, and those who have eaten in the palace have six years in twenty, and those who have eaten in twenty people have three years out of ten, and those who have been raised in the countryside have eight but not one sale, and people laugh at it, and they are not moved. Living in poor alleys, counting rafters and storing bottles of millet for ten years......"

The handwriting of this tablet is vigorous and simple, such as the halberd column yamen, the bone strength is straight, the line thickness changes tend to be gentle, the strokes are less twists and turns, when the pen is used, there is a lot of seal strokes, and the brushwork of Yan Lugong's "Magu Xiantan Record" is directly inherited.

Yuan Hongdao is Xu Wei's fan brother, read Yuan Hongdao's "Xu Wen's Long Biography", you will know Xu Wei's strangeness.

Throughout the Ming Dynasty, in terms of erudition and talent, there were three of the strongest, known as the "three talents of the Ming Dynasty".

One of them is Xu Wei.

Tang Bohu?

No kidding, Brother Bohu is not on the list.

Xu Wei gave us the deepest impression of being a painter, and many famous painters in later generations loved him deeply.

Zheng Banqiao claimed to be his "lackey", Qi Baishi lamented that "I can't be born 300 years early to grind paper for him", and Huang Binhong praised "no one can match him in 300 years".

He pioneered the Chinese School of Freehand Painting, and had a profound influence on the Bada Shanren, Shi Tao, Yangzhou Eight Monsters and even modern Chinese painting in later generations.

However, painting is the most unskilled talent of Xu Wei!

Xu Wei self-identified and said: "My book is the first, the poem is the second, the text is the third, and the painting is the fourth." ”

He considered himself one of his most untalented skills, but it was beyond the reach of the masters of painting for hundreds of years.

In fact, Xu Wei's self-identification also missed the most important one, his strongest is actually the art of war.

It was with his art of war that he helped Hu Zongxian to set the southeast of Ding, and taught Li Rusong in the court. Fresh swept the Japanese Kou.

He is a ghost and a god, but he has a bad fate.

Xu Wei committed suicide 9 times before and after, all of which failed.

At the age of fifty-three, he abandoned the Confucian crown and took his career as the boundary, Xu Wei spent the first half of his life seeking rice and rice, and lived for himself in the second half of his life.

In his later years, when he lived in the countryside, his life was very difficult.

Although his calligraphy and painting were hard to find at that time, he still "sold paintings to see his character", and Xu Wei no longer catered to those who came to visit.

When he didn't want to see a guest, he pressed the firewood with his hand, let outsiders knock on the door very quickly, and shouted inside: "Xu Wei is not here."

At the age of seventy-three, Xu Wei, who was poor and sick, died in his dilapidated house.

Before he died, he was accompanied only by a big yellow dog, with a mess of straw under him, and there was not even a mat on the bed.

"Half a life has become a man, and the independent study is howling in the evening breeze.

The pearl at the bottom of the pen has nowhere to sell, and it is thrown into the wild vines. ”

Just like this self-narrative poem, Xu Wei was in trouble for half his life, and he was sonorous for a lifetime.

……

This stele is incredible, the stele is five feet high, the whole stele surface is densely packed, just after reading it, you will be dazzled for a while.

I don't have the courage to count how many words I have.

Fortunately, after the exercise of the first two tablets, Chang Xian has become perfect with practice, and all he needs is greater patience and a more meticulous mentality.

From a certain point of view, the difficulty of this tablet is not greater than the four words of Master Hongyi.

This time, Motuo was an unprecedented success, and Chang Xian had never been so calm, and he was concentrating on one thing.

Everything around him didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

Chang Xian only stared at the stele in front of him, and the words on the stele, they were everything to him.

In this world without clocks, he finished eating, eating, and he couldn't remember how many days had passed.

It was another evening, and Chang Xian finally miraculously finished this stone stele, the black gold was shiny, the black and white were neat, and it was a masterpiece.

He rubbed his bloodshot eyes and held the ruben to the old man who was squatting beside the stove to make porridge.

The old man saw it, and finally spit out two words: "Not bad." ”

I casually put the manuscript on the side of the pot, not far from the tongue of fire in the stove. He didn't care, but Chang Xian was so frightened that he quickly picked up the rubbing book and carefully sent it back to the desk.

Chang Xian squatted back next to the old man and watched him deliver firewood to the stove.

The old man remained silent and continued to fiddle with the fire.

Suddenly, he said, "You clean up, you can go." ”