Chapter 21 The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stones flow upwards

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late to autumn. Listening to a zither song, it seems like a gurgling stream flowing in the mountains, forests and stone streams. At this time, I feel like I am facing an empty valley, and a low voice said: "Your fate is over." I like the word dust very much. Luo Wen has a The song is called "Fate of Dust", and it sings: "Prosperity is like a scene, a lifetime is haggard in the wind, and there is no sunshine or rain when you look back... No matter how much affection is like loneliness, people follow the wind and waves, only when flowers bloom and fall... ..." A middle-aged man, with remaining enthusiasm, sang to the fullest of the world.Just like a red leaf in late autumn, on the top of a mountain where no one cares, telling the lovesickness of a lifetime alone.

Am I really dead?Just listening to the flowing zither music, in a landscape painting with a clear artistic conception, my thoughts are blurred.It is said that mountains and rivers can refresh the mind. A person with an impetuous mood stands in front of the ink painting and imagines himself floating in the ink painting. Although in the depths of the cloud forest, we are just a plant, an insect and ant, but we are willing to exist in nature so humbly and calmly. So I thought of Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn". "After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather comes later in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone flows upward." This outstanding poet, who is called "there are paintings in the poems, poems in the paintings, and Zen in the poems", can make a person trapped in the world of mortals The person who is in the room immediately withdraws, and enters indifferently with his poems.Wang Wei, courtesy name Mojie, is known as the Buddha of Poetry.There is a Buddhist "Vimalakirti Sutra", which contains the meaning of cleanliness and non-pollution. Wang Wei knew that he had a deep connection with Buddhism, so he took the word Vimalakirti.He sought sustenance in Buddhism and mountains and rivers throughout his life, claiming that "once he realizes silence, he will be happy and have more leisure in this life".

I like Wang Wei's poems because his poems are cold and deep, far away from the world, untouched by human fireworks, and full of Zen.The mountains and rivers in his works have surpassed the interest of nature and penetrated into a realm of Zen. This is what distinguishes Wang Wei from other poets.The Tang Dynasty was originally an era when Buddhism flourished, and the scholar-bureaucrats still had a strong tendency to study Buddhism.Many politically unsatisfactory literati have spent their lives in seclusion several times, seeking pleasure in the mountains and rivers.One is to escape from the world, and the other is that literati yearn for a peaceful and indifferent artistic conception in their bones.Nature is the eternal confidant of human beings, a tree can grow old with you and me, and a handful of yellow dust is the ultimate destination for you and me.

When Wang Wei was young, he also had a heart to help the world. In his spare time as an official, he built a villa at the foot of Nanlantian Mountain in the capital to cultivate his body and mind.The spacious villas have mountains, forests, valleys, pavilions, lakes, and a number of buildings scattered among them.Here, Wang Wei raises his bottle to the moon with his poet friends, recites poems and talks about Zen, and spends a leisurely life.After the age of forty, with Li Linfu in power, the prosperous Tang Dynasty politics gradually decayed, and the indifferent Wang Wei began to pursue a leisurely life in the mountains and rivers and countryside in order to avoid political struggles.He successively lived in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain, Lantian, Wangchuan and other places. As an official, he retired to the forest and devoted himself to studying Buddhism in order to get rid of fame and fortune and get rid of the nameless troubles in the world.

Wang Wei lived a half-official and half-hidden life all his life. In his later years, he was more like a monk, meditating in the world of mortals.According to the "Old Tang Book" records: "In the capital, Changzhai, no literary talent, more than a dozen monks for daily meals, enjoying the mystery talk, nothing in the fasting, only the tea pan medicine mortar, the case rope bed. After returning to the court , Burning incense and sitting alone, doing meditation and chanting.” What appeared in front of our eyes was an old man with a clean and refined character, although he was not shaved or wearing a monk’s robe, he looked like a monk.His landscape poems are more indifferent in the time of Zen and silence. After years of rinsing and fleeting polishing, the deep taste of the world has become light and ethereal.

Every time I read Wang Wei's poems, I feel that although the journey under my feet is like the wind, there is a quiet and picturesque rhyme that will never be drifted away by time.In the clear autumn after the rain, with a thin coolness, a new moon shines among the pines, and clear springs flow slowly on the stones.And I would like to be the girl who washes the gauze back home from the bamboo forest, and see if the lotus boat on the river bank carries my husband who goes fishing.The humble chaimen at the foot of the mountain is our poor home. When the smoke rises, the young children grazing come back playing their flutes.The whole family gathers under the kerosene lamp, with simple meals and simple warmth.The moonlight fell on the courtyard, and all the creatures in the mountains and forests were looking for their own peaceful happiness.No matter how prosperous the world is, it is not as small as a grain of dust in the depths of the mountains and forests.

Wang Mojie's poems are like brewing a pot of tea under the moonlight, letting you melt into it inadvertently, and you don't know what's going on after it melts.It is also like ink and wash, you are put into an inkstone to grind, your soul is splashed and dyed on rice paper by a painter, and you think you are in the world.His poems have a kind of silent beauty in the ethereal, so that readers can withstand the complicated temptations and the boundless loneliness.Indifferent feelings, flowing with leisurely Zen, you are still worrying about common things at the moment, there is only a wisp of piano sound, a cut of poem rhyme, and a little ink, and all the pain will be resolved.He will take you away from the turbulent traffic, and you will see the clarity of the mountains and rivers in an instant. The one who meets you by fate is always a leaf of Bodhi.

Li Lin Daiyu taught Xiangling to write poems, and Wang Mojie's poetry collection was the first to be recommended, followed by Du Gongbu and Li Qinglian's.She lent her "The Complete Works of Wang Mojie" to Xiangling to read, which shows that this talented woman likes the artistic conception in Mojie's poems.In the Grand View Garden, Baochai and Daiyu are the most talented. However, Baochai's poems are traditional and grand, while Daiyu's poems are romantic.This is related to her temperament that is not bound by traditional ethics. She likes Wang Wei's poems, yearns for the emptiness of mountains and rivers, and also comprehends the Zen in poems.Lin Daiyu is undoubtedly the most spiritual woman in the Grand View Garden, which is why there is such a sentence written about Baoyu, "Facing the sky, the snow in the mountains is crystal clear; never forgetting, the lonely forest in the fairyland outside the world".

The bustling city with flashing neon lights and material desires is indeed a temptation, but compared with the clean mountains and forests and the remote fairyland with white clouds, it seems to lack a natural simplicity and elegance.Zen books say that the mind is the Buddha, and the Buddha is the mind.The reason why Wang Wei's poems can be as light as floating dust is because he realizes that only nature is real and eternal.A person who is obsessed with the secular world will never be able to deeply understand the charm of Zen. The mountains and rivers they see in their eyes are all illusory illusions.

Whether it is the encounter between people or the encounter between people and scenery, it is all destined by fate.We obey the arrangement of fate, hand over our emotions, love and be loved by everything in the world.Wang Wei is the one who entrusted his life to Shanshui Zen Buddha. In the ethereal rhyme of poetry, he sees white clouds, still water, clear wind and bright moon.