Chapter 14 Dusk Crow·Old Swallow·Ancient Tree

The owner of Wanyue Tower has not gone out for four or five days.He dislikes Hong Kong as a small place more and more; Hong Kong is like the "Jinshilu" carved by Shandong people. He said that they didn't know that Li Qingzhao said that "strong moon" means August, and changed "strong moon" into "peony"; What happened in Hong Kong is equal to Gu Yanwu's "books carved since Wanli", full of "the beauty of peonies"!Wan Yuezhu always frowned and smiled wryly when he said such words.Seventy-three years old, I have experienced everything, and all anger has dissipated: "Reading a young man is like looking at the moon through a gap; reading a book in the middle age is like looking at the moon in a garden; reading a book in an old age is like playing with the moon on a stage. All of them are based on experience. Shallow and deep is the shallow and deep of what you get." Sixty-five-year-old retired and bored at home, I happened to read this passage in Zhang Chao's "You Meng Ying", and I understood it very well. Therefore, this small building with a mountain back is signed "Wanyue Building" , From then on, I really closed my account and read books.Unlimited enjoyment at the end of the day.It was past six o'clock in the afternoon, and the owner of Wanyue stacked up the Renben thread-bound "Notes of Qing Ren Kaoding" on the mahogany desk and put them aside, then turned around and stood in front of the study window to stare at the clusters of smoke and haze outside the mountains. , unexpectedly full of books, with a smile on the corner of his mouth with a pipe in his mouth: Notes of Nanjiang, Doubts of Old Learning, Talks of Seshe Cong, Notes of Jiao Cuixuan, Reading Secretary of Chai Piting, Essays of Tongdiezhai, Conglu of Shame, etc. The title of the book is plain, just looking at it is enough for people to enjoy half a long night.He said. "The history of books is also like mountains and rivers, and poetry and wine are also like mountains and rivers", it will be intoxicating.At this moment, the three-and-two parrots kept on the terrace by the neighbor's house suddenly croaked hoarsely, adding a bit of bleakness to the vast twilight.There was a cold mist in the heart of Wanyuezhuzhu, and he vaguely remembered Wang Kaiyun's "Xiangqi Tower" saying that there were cranes singing at night in the neighboring garden, and he wandered around to write poems, and he suddenly had an ambition to go out of the world .There are no cranes, but the parrots disturb the mind for no reason. This is Hong Kong.He said: British colonial officials are twilight crows returning to their nests; there are some parrots in Hong Kong who are willing to learn to speak!The Chinese are an extremely old nation, and they have no time to play democracy and election games with those young members of Parliament in London.Wanyuezhuzhu stayed in England to study politics at an early age, and later taught in universities in mainland China, Taiwan, and Hong Kong. However, in recent years, he only focuses on reading and practicing calligraphy. Make him recite the two lines of Pu Xinshe's poem by mouth: tell the evildoer that today's nosy business has happened, and he has died more than ten times.The evening breeze was blowing, and it was a bit chilly. The owner of Wanyue turned on the bronze lamp on the desk, slowly sat down and leaned on the back of the chair, and caught a glimpse of a letter lying next to the ancient inkstone in Duanxi Meihuakeng.A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again, he lit a match and took a deep puff on his pipe: Ian Woolf’s letter from London urged him to come out and encourage Hong Kong people to care about politics, talk about democracy, organize political parties, and pave the way for the future.The owner of Wanyue wrote back to him early this morning.The letter was very short, and only translated a joke in Jiang Menglin's "Reminiscence of Mr. Zhongshan": "Everyone happened to talk about "Song of Shaobing", and Mr. Zhongshan said that Liu Ji's writing was unreliable, and it was actually made by Hong Xiuquan. He also told the story of Liu Bowen. Once, Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty said to Liu Ji: "It was originally a robbery along the way, but how could it be faked?" Eunuch. Asked, but pointing to the ear, pointing to the mouth again, it turned out to be a deaf and dumb person. So the little eunuch was saved from death. Everyone laughed after hearing this." Wan Yuezhu's face sank, and he opened the drawer and took out A small three-foot painting written at the dawn of yesterday, as expected, the sky is open, rich and majestic, with eight parts of the Beihai brushwork; it is written on the wall of Gong Zizhen's Nilv: the fame and history are boundless, and the history of the heart is vertical and horizontal.The autumn air does not startle the swallows in the hall, and the setting sun still loves the crows by the roadside.It's hard for an old man to be a concubine in the east neighbor, and the roots of the ancient trees are deep and not like flowers.When will Minghong's trace enter, the beauty scriptures will bury the years.He looked at it again and again, but was still not satisfied.When writing, you must express your own temperament; Wanyue Louzhu said to himself: If you blindly steal the bones of the ancients, there will never be blood in your own words.Chen Jiying wrote about Qi Rushan talking about Xu Lanwan, saying that he also has good handwriting, which is quite similar to Fan Fanshan's handwriting.There is a mounting shop in Liulichang that exclusively sells Fan Fanshan's calligraphy and paintings. They often ask Mrs. Xu to write banners, but they don't give their names, and sell them here as Fan Fanshan's own handwriting.Once, when Mrs. Xu went to the mounting shop, she saw two customers arguing over a painting.One said: Judging by the brush strokes, it was definitely written by Yunmen. "The other said: "This is not written by Fan Fanshan, it is clearly written by his grandson!" "Xu Lanyuan went up to look, and it turned out to be the one he wrote the night before. He laughed a lot at the time, and he would never do such stupid things again. The owner of Wanyue suddenly raised his head and laughed: he has become a grandson, he deserves it!" It was originally a robbery along the way, but how could it be faked and turned into a real one.” This is exactly politics. The landlord of Wanyue lit a match and smoked two pipes, and the study was instantly covered with mist, like the misty rain on Yangming Mountain: he missed the old tree on the mountain , there are no flowers, no swallows, only the old roots that break the ground, so quiet that even the faint crows forget to perch on the tree! Wanyue Louzhu's heart is filled with such resentful ripples, quietly folded the poem on the wall, and put it back in the drawer Li went: "I was ridiculed when I talked about the affairs of the Central Committee from Zhiweng, and Gai Shen asked to be excused, which is not the case.The horse in the front of the imperial court was reined in by brocade, tied with yellow reins, and the side wheeled and won the ambition. Hearing the sound of the mountain moose and wild boar's restraint, everyone was shocked.However, Zhi Weng's treatment of Yu is not malicious, and he said that I can read but not be an official, which is especially true to Yu's illness. "At this time, the host of Wanyue felt that "The Diary of Yuemantang" was gratifying, and Ian Wulf had become the generation of "Peony" again! He polished a little more ink, and wrote another paragraph: "Let's talk about it, Books for those you admire in your life, and things for those you fear.Books are tied to one's life, one day one cannot get this book, one day one cannot but admire it.If you say that you are afraid, you have to go out when you are at home or for small things tomorrow, and you will feel the Wu table in the first place. "Feeling like this, the owner of Wanyue Tower has not gone out for four or five days.