Chapter 12 Primer
Reading Through the Three Springs·A Different Kind of History of the Late Tang Dynasty
陈力舟
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2018-03-16
Thousands of plain gauze palace lanterns are swaying on the waist of the unadorned corridor, and the Danzhu in the Jiuying Hall is completely submerged in the ghastly whiteness.The mournful wind passed through the gaps between layers of palaces, making a shrill howling sound.The strings of mourning were like weeping, and besides that, the white mangmang paper curtains rustled up and down.
It seemed that the spring of Yuanhe's fifteenth year was just a moment.Behind that moment, there is still a pale and cold season.
We seem to have nothing left to say.If there is anything else to add, it is that behind Li You, among the guards with plain crowns, there is a young prince dressed in filial piety.He is Li Chen (Tang Xuanzong), the thirteenth son of Li Chun (Tang Xianzong).
Under the tall Majesty Yu, the young Li Chen wanted to keep his figure and his crying down as much as possible, to appear small and mediocre as much as possible, and to suppress the pain of losing his father as much as possible. A ray of hatred seeped out.More than 20 years later, with those same eyes, the elderly Guo understood the hatred from those deep eyes: Li Chen carried out bloody revenge against the so-called "Yuan He Rebel Party" suspected of participating in the murder of Emperor Xianzong Li Chun, including Li You (Tang Muzong) who is not alive and Guo Shi who is still alive.Mrs. Guo aged in the bitter wind and rain, and turned into a ghost in the cold palace who was in constant fear all day long.Although she is still alive.
The evil karma created in the fifteen years of Yuanhe has finally come to an end—the Guo family, who has been the empress dowager for one dynasty and the empress dowager for three dynasties, and her mother has been in the world for forty years, has experienced so many winds and rains, and there is nothing unclear .She didn't want to continue to sit like a lifeless ghost in the Cold Spring Palace - a cold palace that already made people feel that the cold air had penetrated into the bone marrow just by hearing the name. In the cold atmosphere.Perhaps in Guo's view, ending Ruo's years of grievances and hatreds by falling from a building is the most symbolic and the most appropriate way to express her ultimate attitude towards life.Li Chen stopped this disgraceful death in time.However, he did not stop death: that night, Mrs. Guo died in infinite desolation.
This might not be a relief, but it is by no means a redemption.
Another seven years later, Li Chen issued an edict to stop the large-scale purge of the "Yuanhe Rebellion Party".That was the end of the Yuanhe Palace Change.After going through the cycle of crime and punishment, the dynasty is dying...
Under the light, I seem to be wandering in the Xingqing Palace Park in Xi'an.The buildings of the Tang Dynasty have disappeared.The twilight sky that is not covered by the tower is swaying.In the southwest corner, the ruins of the main building of Qinzhengwu are buried in the wild smoke and grass.I fabricated a majestic painting building on the exposed stone foundation.Between my fiction and the reality of history is a thousand years of fleeting time.More than a thousand years ago, an old woman imagined a prosperous scene in the towering painting building.Between her fantasy and the reality of history, a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
More than a hundred years ago, it was the Kaiyuan period.On the upper floor of the office of diligent government affairs, the glamorous Concubine Yang held the eight-year-old child prodigy Liu Yan on her knees, admiring the Jiaofang Aunt Wang's pole-lifting with great interest; Emperor Xuanzong sang softly, "A song, a glass of wine, One song makes people get drunk"; downstairs, 30 dancing horses danced to the "Music of Holding a Cup"; the crowd was crowded, and there may be a crowd at any time.The majesty of Yan An in Jingzhao Mansion is famous.He had to draw a line on the ground with the wat board in his hand.The turbulent flow of people immediately stopped in front of the line, and no one dared to cross this famous "strict public boundary".At this moment, money rained down in the sky...
It seems that Guo's choice of a place that has hosted the prosperity of Kaiyuan to end himself seems to have a special meaning in doing so.
I heard the old woman stepping on the dusk of the main building of Qinzhengwu.She has stood on a high place countless times, proudly overlooking the place ruled by her son and grandson.Today, she is still proud, even though this is the last time, the last time she stands in the delicate and soft setting sun and appreciates the bitter cold at high places.Suddenly, I remembered the line in "Macbeth":
After the candlelight was extinguished, it was dark upstairs in the Qinzhengwu headquarters.It is the time when there are few pedestrians and the lights are dim.When the emperor came to the Qinzheng Building, there were a group of owls like clouds, perched on the top of the building.Everyone said that it was an old owl with a car.In today's twilight, the shadow of the old owl is passing by again, just like the old days come back.
Leaning against the railing, Mrs. Guo let her white hair flutter in the late wind.Her gaze was moving slowly across the market. The official street drums of "the rumbling sound of dawn urging the sun to turn, and the rumbling sound of dusk calling for the moon to rise" have ceased at some point, only the sound of the locks of the square gates echoing sparsely in the crowded streets and alleys.The lonely Tianqu is like a cold snake revealing its dead white belly.Twitching his nostrils, he could even smell a bit of corruption from the air.The dark mist scatters the cold light of the setting sun irregularly, and the city in the distance and the grass and trees nearby all blur their outlines and fade their colors in the gloomy sky, dissolving in the flow of unknown direction like water at twilight.Only Yili's walls and towers on Longshouyuan and Leyouyuan refused to disintegrate, and still guarded this lost city.
Three or so wild owls were making noise on the dead trees and in the erratic haze.Rough owl cries filled the empty Chang'an City in the twilight, like a few witches—just like before.
It seemed as if the flowers withered and bloomed just for a moment, and the wild geese headed north high above the Da Ci'en Temple.
Yuanhe Fifteen Years of Warm Spring and Cold Spring are being forgotten whether true or false.Men and women in the world enjoy the first spring of the Changqing era.Not to mention, the Liumohuaqu in Pingkangli is full of tourists, and the cars on Zhuque Street and Hengjie are like flowing water and horses like dragons; the roads leading to Qixia Gate and Yanxing Gate in the southwest of the city are also full of wrong tracks.Li Zhao recorded in "Tang Kingdom History Supplement": "The capital city is expensive, and the peony has been favored for more than 30 years. Every spring, the horses and horses are crazy, and it is ashamed not to play." The green horse neighs, and the golden bell dog barks.On the flower-watching road, beautiful woman Mochou from the southern country bared her fat breasts, competing with the colorful peonies, attracting the eyes of many masters of Xiyuan.After nightfall, kabuki and dancers sang and danced, vividly expressing the worldly style of the Changqing Dynasty.
Today, most people's impressions of night banquets in the late Tang Dynasty come from the long scroll "Han Xizai Night Banquet Picture" in the Southern Tang Dynasty.The lingering and sad melancholy intertwine in the scroll, and the connection between the joy of the feast and the desolation of the end of the feast vividly shows a late Tang Dynasty full of dreams and dreams.But at the banquet in the first year of Changqing, Han Xizai's lost and thoughtful expression was missing.
In the extravagant spring night, Emperor Li You (Tang Muzong) sat comfortably in the sea of Qianye peonies, looking at the Qianye peonies happily and forgetting worries, bursting out with shades of red.There are tens of thousands of yellow and white nymphs coming and going among the flowers.The bright moonlight illuminates the romantic time when flowers bloom and butterflies dance.Li You couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, and said to Gong Ding in the middle of the matter with great interest: The prosperous scene of scholar-bureaucrats drinking banquets and entertaining, indulging in song selection and color selection is really gratifying.
After Ding Gong heard this, he shook his head disapprovingly.
However, how many people would care about Ding Gong's opinion?The obvious harbinger of the decline of the times does not prevent alcohol and musical notes from paralyzing the world.
There were countless tempting topics at the banquet where the toasts and cups were mixed together: Ma Yinghua is often a Youxiong, is it the son of the Du family or the Wei family?Which one has a more mellow taste, the newly ripened wine from Lutou in Weicheng or the Baling wine sold by orchids outside Qingmen?There are also Yuan Zhen's poems, Linghu Chu's parallel prose... After drinking and singing, the most popular topic is this year's spring festival.Stepping on the mighty spring breeze, many young talents entered Chang'an City.On the thoroughfare, there are figures of them holding their heads high and their chests high, stepping three times, looking forward to the boundless scenery of "three spring moons shining on the thousand mountain roads, ten days of flowers blooming and one night of wind" after being named on the gold list.On the dance pavilion and singing stage by the Qujiang River, in the cramped restaurants and restaurants in Dongshi, and at the banquets in the Red House of Zhumen, there are five bearded princes and five guests everywhere, wantonly commenting on the people who entered this year, boldly making all kinds of believable and unbelievable things. Xin's prophecy, as if they had the inside information about this year's imperial examination.The literary talent, appearance, calligraphy, and character of the juzi, as well as their status and popularity, are all the focus of discussion among the drunkards and diners.
There is not much spring left.But the Chang'an people didn't care at all.In their view, the flashy Chang'an spring outing picture still lacks a few rich and colorful strokes: the new Jinshi's praise of officials on the long street, Qujiang Liyan, playing ball with moonlights, visiting flowers in the apricot garden and inscriptions on the wild goose pagoda-this is a kind of An overwhelming national obsession.It is no exaggeration to say that Spring stayed in Chang'an for the exciting tribute ceremony.