Chapter 12 Picking out all the cold branches - Su Shi's "life achievements"

An autumn day in the first year of Song Huizong Chongning.The most famous seal worker in Bianjing, the old man Anmin mentioned his carving knife that had been sealed for many years.The task this time is to engrave a stele of the directory drafted by Cai Jing and Taishi Cai, approved by Jinshang himself, and written by himself.The name of the monument is quite scary: "Yuanyou Traitorous Party Monument". It is said that all prefectures and counties in the world must erect a piece in front of the Yamen for eternity - the piece of Anmin Old Man will be placed on the right side of Duanli Gate of the Imperial Palace.

The old servant was squinting his eyes and leaning on the side, supervising the work in a half-sleeping state. "If you say this world is changing really fast," An Min wiped the sweat from his forehead. "It's only been a few years. The new ones come and the old ones go, and the old ones come and go with the new ones. I can't count how many times I have turned them over. I don't know whether it should be considered new or old now." "Whispering~" The servant opened his eyes slightly, and looked around: "Did you and I inquire about this?" The craftsman laughed a few times, then buried himself in the work again.After a while, I couldn't bear it any longer, so I stopped and asked the servant again: "Xiaomin can't figure it out, why did Master Wen and Duke Sima Wen become such treacherous ministers—"

The servant snorted. An Min quickly turned the subject: "The emperor's handwriting is beautiful!" There was another silence. "Ah!" Suddenly exclaimed, "Su Shi! Why did Xueshi Su..." This time the servant opened his eyes wide: "Fortunately, he died a few years earlier, otherwise..." He sneered a few times: "The Holy Majesty has ordered to burn all his collections and destroy all printing plates. In the world, as long as he has inscribed steles, tablets, lists, and foreheads, they will all be smashed." As if thinking of something, the waiter got excited: "It's also strange, every time no matter who is on stage, no matter who is new or who is old, why is it that the unlucky one is always the surname Su?" Maybe it was a bit funny when he thought about it, so he laughed dryly a few times Then he found a reason for himself: "It's probably because his family's ancestral grave has washed away the sacred side."

Anmin didn't speak anymore, he chiseled and chiselled with restraint.He wants to use all his skills in this life to engrave this name more powerfully and elegantly than any other characters in the world—even imperial pens. At the same time, he secretly made up his mind that even if he beheaded, he would not leave his name on the position of the engraver of this stele like every time before. The cold stone chips rustled to the ground. Those steles have long since disappeared. And to this day, whether it is the mainland, Hong Kong, Taiwan, or the United States, Japan, in all Chinese textbooks, one after another Su Shi's poems can be found in a conspicuous position.No one can count how many mouths with different shapes, skin colors and accents are there every day, chanting and reciting, reveling in the artistic world created by Su Shi.

Even Huizong's strict ban on Su Shi back then could not restrain people's love for Su Shi's poems and essays, but greatly increased the value of Su Shi's poems and essays: even the ones searched and burned by the government offered a high reward of 800,000 yuan ( equivalent to about 100,000 RMB), how about the price on the black market?I heard that there was a Xuzhou prefect who made a fortune selling rubbings of a stele of Su Shi in the territory. He resigned and went back to his hometown to enjoy the blessings.Isn't there a catchphrase among Tai students: "Su Wenshu, eat mutton; Su Wensheng, eat vegetable roots"?

Is it because Huizong and Cai Jing, who are both artists, acted so offensively because of jealousy? How would the author Su Shi feel if he knew this?Relieved?satisfy?pride?still…… Is the brilliance that many literati dream of, the ultimate goal of Su Shi's life? "Ask your achievements in life?" In the third year of Song Yuanfu, the sixty-five-year-old Su Dongpo finally returned to the north after being pardoned by the demotion office in Hainan. Standing on the bow of the ship, the waves are rough under your feet, and the sails are fierce around you.Leaning against the railing of the boat, the old man breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had a premonition of something, yes, it was time to make a summary of this life: he recited the above verse in a low voice.

For a long time, he did not speak. In this life, it seems that he has been running around in a hurry: foreign appointments, reprimands, finally entered Beijing, and foreign appointments and reprimands.Hangzhou, Mizhou, Xuzhou, Huzhou... Let's wait, the time is up, move it, eight inches closer and then one foot farther.As soon as he was old, it was a breakthrough: when he was almost sixty years old, he became the first court official in this dynasty to be relegated to the south of Dayuling - even crossed the sea. Song native.This reminds me of another No. 1 in the world who slipped away from my hand many years ago: During the Jinshi examination, Ouyang Xiu mistook him for his protégé Zeng Gong and changed his sentence to No. 2. He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

How young I was that year. The blue-colored Minjiang River in my hometown is rolling and playing, with white foam like wine, holding the boat carrying my father and my brothers, starting from the foot of Leshan, sailing into the surging Yangtze River, all the way down the river .The father and son stood on the bow of the boat with their heads held high, their chests held high and their hands behind their backs. They were in the same posture now, but even their father's waist was straighter than their own now.The three pairs of shining eyes greedily watched the beautiful scenery along the way. When they encountered historic sites and places of interest, the three of them went ashore to point out the country and comment on the ancients. The father and son were in a good mood, and they sang together. Even the white-haired old Zhouzi sighed: "This doesn't look like rushing for an exam, it's just a trip to the mountains and rivers!"

How could the old Zhouzi know that he would only try it, so where should he put it in our father and son's heart?What we want is to spread the full of splendor on this devastated land from now on, use endless economic resources to help the suffering people, and return him a peaceful world full of flowers and flowers! Sure enough, people in the world knew what to buy, and the three fathers and sons in the capital became an instant hit.It was really beautiful at that time, whether it was dignitaries, singers, dancers, or even traffickers, who would not want to see the true face of Lushan Mountain in Sansu in the middle of Sichuan?Even Ouyang Xiu, the leading figure in the literary world, applauded his article in public, shouting repeatedly: "I should avoid this man!", ignoring the countless red eyes with jealousy around him.

What is even more gratifying is that the Holy Majesty, the wise Majesty, also knew that there was a great person in his territory. The news came from the palace: Emperor Renzong returned to the harem after reading the policy of the Su Shi brothers. He was ecstatic in front of him: "Aiqing, congratulate me! I finally chose two prime ministers for our son today!" The joyful Su Shi rolled up his sleeves high, dipped in the dripping thick ink, and used his giant pen like a rafter to sway and dance in the capital of the Song Dynasty—the heart of the world—the center of the world’s attention...

Dance out a series of policies and theories, classify officials, enforce laws and bans, calm people, teach war defense... Wherever the pen strikes, it is like a raging river, and the wind and thunder rushing to the sky, as if there are thousands of years of dead wood and ashes piled up everywhere. All will be swept into the vast ocean in this majestic big wave.The old and old political system of the dynasty was shocked by this surge of heat in a drowsy sleep. In Su Shi's view, the next step of the Song Dynasty will be to struggle to stand up with his own help, so that the land of China will be rejuvenated. The long-lost vitality makes the invincible Daliao Daxia all worship at their feet! Su Shi felt that he was standing on the top of the highest mountain in the world, and everything in the world was spread out in front of him, like a chess game played by a mediocre person: clumsy and simple, waiting for him to correct it gently; It was a wonderful game that made the backs of all masters of later generations sweat. He felt that a red sun was about to rise in his young and powerful hands. The red sun has not yet risen, and it is still night.The public is still asleep, and some people wake up.He is also full of enthusiasm, and also in the prime of life, he wants to pull up the common people who are still sleeping in the world, and hurry to the ideal, beautiful, prosperous and prosperous world-he really can't bear the weakness and weakness of the great Song Dynasty.More importantly, he saw that in the darkness, countless dangerous ghosts were greedily drooling and grinding their teeth at the colorful world of Song Dynasty. He is Wang Anshi. I don't know if it was the luck or misfortune of Song Dynasty, the young emperor hit it off with Wang Anshi at first sight, and the emperor and his ministers geared up to discuss it until late at night.A series of reform measures flew over the towns and villages of the Song Dynasty like snowflakes. In fact, Su Shi respected Wang Anshi's academic articles very much. Even if he didn't have Ouyang's teacher's evaluation of Wang Anshi: "(Anshi) is strict in morality, self-respecting, transparent in discussion, and talented in use", he should have sympathy for each other.But Cong Rui is as sensitive as Su Shi, who can see the greatest crisis in Wang Anshi's career at a glance: no matter how good your plan is, but look, who are the people who will implement the new law for you?Exploitation, cruelty, treachery, wretchedness, flattery, relying on these people, what can you do? Isn't the world going to be messed up even more? Wang Anshi smiled slightly and ignored it.The business has to be done by someone. With the emperor and I, An Shi, we can't control their things?The changes of the sky are not enough to be feared, and the ancestors are not enough to follow the law - human words are not enough to be sympathetic! Su Shi shook his head helplessly, out of sight and out of mind, he simply asked for a job outside.So he muttered "what a dude" and started his life's running around. From Hangzhou to Huzhou, Su Shi has been paying close attention to every change in the court during his foreign tenure. Things are as he expected, the new law is to a greater extent a tool for corrupt officials to collect money and get promoted, the world is really a mess.However, he was not happy with his foresight, and often frowns all day long.After drinking, in the poems and essays, the ridiculousness of the new law was mentioned again and again, and the absurdity of the new party was mocked again and again, and as the situation worsened, it became more and more pungent.He tried his best to save something with his poems and articles of warning, for the common people of the world. Until his articles went upstream and flowed into the capital, hurting the new party that was just now proud of the spring breeze—— "Bachelor, look, the mainland!" The young boatman pointed ahead. Su Shi looked up from his memory.Far, far, far away, has that line-like continent really come back?In the sea breeze, a white gull screamed around the mast, a little shrill.Su Shi watched the boatman straighten the thick iron anchor. The rattling chain made him startled, and the whip marks on his back for many years seemed to be aching again.He closed his eyes convulsively, his temples twitching. He seemed to be back in that dark and dank prison. He didn't wake up from that unbearable nightmare until he was dragged out of prison like a walking dead and sent to Huangzhou for resettlement. He remembered that it was the night of the full moon.He suffered from insomnia as usual, and walked into the courtyard in his clothes.In the courtyard, the moonlight was like accumulated water, bright and clear in the water, where water plants were intertwined -- the shadows of bamboo and cypresses.Looking up at the bright moon, he didn't know when he suddenly realized it. Only then did he truly understand the poem he wrote in Mizhou a few years ago: "People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times." Throughout the ages, in this bustling world, what can be perfect? You actually want to save the world from the fire and water with your own strength, and want to bring the world to a complete conclusion, isn't that the extreme of arrogance? Even Confucius and Buddha Sakyamuni, looking at this suffering world, can only lament that they are not as good as "floating in the sea", or they will lower their eyebrows and say nothing after deducing the cause and effect of everything. If you want to say, rectify the world, this big undertaking needs people to do it, but what do you have?a pen?How many poems?Can you control those big and small officials who are like wolves and tigers?Can you lie peacefully in the filthy and smelly officialdom?Can you strategize among the traps, big and small, bright and dark? The simplest, how many masks do you have in your pocket that can be replaced at any time? Even if you can see the termites surrounding the pillars under the magnificent hall, and the humid temperature brewing a fire in the depths of the high-piled granary, what can you do? Can you single-handedly shovel all the ant nests in the world and extinguish all the dark fires in the world with your bare hands? Each person's road can only be walked by himself, and the road of the Song Dynasty can only be dragged by the people of the Song Dynasty.Incompleteness is the essence of this world.Besides, no matter how beautiful the world is, isn’t it still impermanent? That night, it was Su Shi himself who was sweating on his back.He even thanked those enemies or former friends who put him in Wutai Prison with painstaking brain training and writing: they were the ones who woke up the ignorant and arrogant dreamer.Later, recalling his youthful ambitions, he wrote with emotion: In the past, "reciting the ancients and talking about the present and researching the right and wrong, talking about the benefits and benefits and slandering the gains and losses, is really a habit of the scientific people, just like a bird migrating to insects and birds, not enough profit and loss, and singing on its own." I regret what I said." Since then, he finally understood that a literati is a literati, and a politician is a politician.What politicians need most is not sharp eyesight and lofty ambitions, but the ability to crawl and fight in the mud, to bark their teeth and growl among wolves - and this is the literati who are far away from the dust and always stand on the top of the white cloud The most disdainful and nasty behavior is the deadliest Achilles' heel of a literati.Almost no real literati can be a successful politician, and almost no successful politician can be a real literati. Since then, he has deeply understood the incomparably heavy words of his predecessors: "Poor and poor workers", "Injustice will scream", "Articles hate fate", and repositioned the glorious monuments in his mind: Qu Yuan, Tao Qian, Li Bai, Du Fu... They are all failed politicians, and they can only be literati! A truly great literati is nothing more than God giving him a misplaced dream that can never be realized, making him sing with blood and tears in the pursuit of failure after failure, like a caged bird yearning for the blue sky. Is the highest level of the literary world the last place of comfort for the suffering souls of the literati?The cold wind is piercing on the heights, how can people sing and cry? Literati are always toiled and melancholy cast their eyes on the misty distance, while politicians only focus on their feet.Therefore, most of the people who fell into the trap and fell off the cliff were literati. He began to worry about Wang Anshi - of course, at this time Anshi had already resigned from the relationship and lived in peace.Because he sees clearly that the political disputes between literati and gentlemen are just a hotbed of opportunities for the little people who have sharpened their heads to make money—— Didn't he himself become a ladder for others to climb up and was sold to the prison? If we talk about the case of Wutai Poetry, Su Shi was a journey of Zen enlightenment, then Su Shi really started his career as a literati after he was fully enlightened. Now that we have seen through the essence of the world that it is "a big dream" and life is only "36,000 days" at most, how can such "snail corners with little name and little profit" really be "very busy"?Peace of mind, where in the world is not my hometown?His literati life is really very chic. Practicing Zen to collect herbs, opening up wasteland and farming land, he is unrestrained in his mind, and his writing is even more swaying.The people who planned to use it to benefit the common people turned around and started to call, and it is really amazing to pour it out on this paper: "Su Hai" is really the most appropriate description.In the sea, no amount of pain can be diluted into wantonness, calmness, and majesty. Later generations of corrupt scholars debated Su Shi and Su Ci endlessly, tried their best to pick some thorns, and said that he did not follow the rules, and everything came out of his own way-can the rhythm restrain Dongpo?Even the pens, inks, papers and inkstones of the Song Dynasty could barely accommodate them. "Roughly like flowing clouds and flowing water, there is no definite quality at the beginning, but it always does what it should do, and often stops when it is necessary. The style is natural, and the posture is wild." These words of the master's own words are not just about poetry and prose. Let it flow, wherever it flows: when it flows to the desk, the calligrapher falls to the ground; when it flows to the studio, the painter is dumbfounded; Facing the prescriptions written by Su Shi casually, if there is something missing; it is even more powerful to enter and leave the three religions, and meet all sources... Even when it flows onto a piece of three-layer fatty pork, a bowl of fragrant "Dongpo pork" can flow out, which is still steaming until now. Su Shi's irresistible great talent has finally become a myth that posterity cannot imagine, let alone reach. But the master of the myth is undergoing exile again and again. During the journey in exile, Su Shi happily watched the wonders of the world; if there was no special scenery, he would just pick up a passerby, pester him to tell a few anecdotes and jokes, and drink a few bowls of beer wine together. Slightly drunk, leaning against a smoother stone, he smiled triumphantly: "I can accompany the Jade Emperor, and I can accompany the beggars in Beitian Courtyard. I can see that there is no bad person in the world." Yes, from the highest point of view, how can there be bad people in the world? But they are all passers-by in a hurry, they are all involuntary puppets, but they are all the protagonists of tragedy. "Looking horizontally, it looks like a ridge and a side becomes a peak, and the height of the distance is different"-the entanglement, it's just that you don't stand high enough. In the boundless suffering, why not live happily for the rest of your life? Really happy? Why do you keep laughing at yourself that it's out of date?Why do people always shake their heads slightly when they mention North Korea-China affairs?Why do you often still can't help but gently stab the adults and gentlemen far away in the Central Plains with your unique humor? Do you think this is nothing more than an insignificant joke compared with the presumptuous comments of the past?Don't you know that your vision is getting sharper and your words are getting closer to the truth that they dare not tell?Do you really consider yourself an outsider— Don't you know that an ordinary sentence from an outsider is more likely to annoy both players? Don't you know that those old and new adults who come and go like a lantern in the court are getting more and more ruthless?Don't you realize that you have been degraded further and further away?Don't you know how many people will hate you when you wrote "nine deaths in the Southern Desolation, I don't hate it, and Zi Youqi is the best in life"? You have already been demoted to the ends of the earth, where can you go next? Of course, you must know, otherwise why would you not dare to drink too much wine? ——In the eyes of everyone, you are slumped in the banquet singing and dancing, are you really drunk?What did you see in your hazy, half-drunk eyes? What you insist on now, although it is no longer the unyielding responsibility when you regarded yourself as the tool of Zaisuke, but as a literati, is it true that you must not lose the independence and dignity of a literati? Are you really willing to just be an excellent literati?In a dangerous environment, if you work hard to build water conservancy, promote education, and teach sericulture, is this the greatest and most practical assistance you can do to the suffering beings? Are you begging for sobriety or confusion? Dreaming back at midnight, will you be proud of your wisdom that the world envies? Why did you write such a poem for your beloved son, Man Yue: "Everyone adopts a son who hopes to be smart, but I have been fooled by being smart all my life. I only hope that the child will be stupid and reckless, and he will come to the court without any disasters or difficulties." Is this just to stab those princes and adults? You know, I hope my son is ordinary, and don’t have Ruan Ji in history who is too smart like myself; you don’t know, after more than 800 years, another extremely smart person doesn’t want his son to inherit his career, then It is Lu Xun who seems to have a completely different style from yours. Yes, being smart is not a gift for happiness.To use a metaphor of our time: If the world is a beautiful mansion in the eyes of ordinary people, but you see plywood with messy wires in the fine decoration, and steel bars under the shiny marble floor. Concrete, or even a snake's nest and a mouse's nest, your pain can be imagined. The most painful thing is that when people are fascinated by the sheets of paper flowing out of your hands, you will always think: articles are only used to remember things, calligraphy is only used to write clearly written. that is it. Caressing the side of the boat, he suddenly remembered the name his father gave him: "Shi". Shi, isn't it just the crossbar of the armrest on the car?Of course, it is more stable to have armrests, but without armrests, will you fall off the car? Without Shi, wouldn't the car not be able to move? Finally, Su Shi's feet stood on the mainland. Turning around, he faced the sea. "Ask you about your achievements in life?" It was still the same sentence. After another long, long time, he continued the last sentence in a low voice: "Huangzhou, Huizhou, Danzhou". The sea is blue, the sea and the sky are the same color, and the fine sand is shining golden in the sun.There are no turbulent waves hitting the shore, no thousand piles of snow, and the waves are gentle.Su Shi suddenly remembered the two sentences in the poem many years ago: "The small boat passes away from now on, and the river and the sea send the rest of my life." Now, the sea is in front of me, the boat is by my side, the smelly sea breeze is blowing, and the long beards and long sleeves are together. Fluttering. Su Shi thought of that night from these two words, and he felt insane standing by the sea. I was still in Huangzhou at that time. When the song "Linjiang Immortal" ending with those two lines was sent to the bedroom of the prefect Xu Junyou together with the villain's report that Su Shi had "hanged his crown and served the riverside, and sailed away with a boat", the poor prefect Xu was frightened. A half-dead: The crime of getting away from a prisoner is not a small one, not to mention that the prisoner is the world-famous Su Shi.Xu Taishou rushed to the dilapidated hut where Su Shi lived overnight with a torch. Before the thatched hut arrived, thunderous snores could be heard from afar. The prefect just shook off his sweat.He gently pushed open the unlocked door, and on a three-legged broken table against the wall with peeling paint, he saw another poem, the ink was still wet: When the moon is missing, hang Shutong, and when the moon is missing, people are still at the beginning.Who sees a lonely person coming and going alone, a lonely shadow. Startled but turned back, hating no one to think about, picking all the cold branches and refusing to live there, the lonely sandbar is cold. Su Shi slept soundly in the back room.