Chapter 32 Li Baisan

To the south of Chang'an is Mount Zhongnan, also known as Mount Taiyi, which is one of the peaks in the Qinling Mountains.Zhongnan Mountain is a Taoist resort, a place often visited by emperors, princes, ministers and celebrities.The mountains are very lively, and the Ligong Palace can be seen everywhere, and the wine, fat and powder are all fragrant.And the humble inn is full of hermits with great ambitions.At that time, there was a catchphrase: A hermit cannot reach Zhongnan Mountain, and no one cares about him for thousands of years.However, when hermits see hermits, they will quarrel and fight, and the competition is very fierce.If you find one or two corpses in the grass on the mountain path, don't ask, they must be the corpses of hermits.Li Bai's swordsmanship came in handy, and he frightened half a dozen hermits away with a few simple moves.He killed people, this is not bragging.His eyes were like lightning, so bright at night that wolves would avoid him.He imitated Ruan and rushed from the middle of the mountain to the foot of the mountain by making long whistles.On a sunny day in spring, he showed his works and showed off his beautiful cursive calligraphy by the way.

Sure enough, he was hidden.He made friends with a Beijing official surnamed Cui, who took him to Chang'an and introduced him to the then prime minister Zhang Shuo.Li Bai was very excited, but in a blink of an eye he became depressed again: Mr. Zhang was seriously ill and died soon. The old man has gone, but the son is still there. He lives in the third rank, and he is the Fu Ma Ye who married the emperor's daughter.Zhang Fuma also wrote poems, so Li Bai defected to him.Unexpectedly, Zhang Fuma loves to play tricks on people, so he introduced Li Bai to Princess Yuzhen's guest house in Zhongnan Mountain.Zhang Fuma said that Princess Yuzhen had read many poems by Li Bai.The implication is that the princess is an admirer of Li Bai.Li Bai jumped up when he heard it, and went straight to Zhongnan Mountain despite the continuous autumn rain.When I went to the other hall, it looked like an abandoned garden.However, Li Bai has the shadow of the princess in his heart, withered vines, old trees and miserable wind and rain, all of which present poetic flavor.He waited for more than forty days, and he was accompanied by an old farmer who looked after the garden every day.Zhang Fuma sent a message telling him to wait, and wait for a good woman even more when he waits for an opportunity.He wrote a poem in reply: "Two poems presented to Wei Wei and Zhang Qing by the bitter rain in Princess Yuzhen's villa".Judging from the title alone, he really had a hard time waiting.

Later he learned that the princess was in Huashan at that time.He concealed the news, otherwise he would go to Huashan.As for this villa in Zhongnan Mountain, the princess has not been seen for several years.He lingered in the abandoned garden, suffering from unrequited love, and regarded autumn as spring. This incident is typical of Li Bai's stupidity. In fact, he did not wait in vain.God has pity on the great poet, and Princess Yuzhen met him a few years later, and she was moved with emotion.The princess read the poem he wrote in the Zhongnan Mountain Villa, and shed tears for his suffering: If she had known this, she would not have gone to Huashan.

In some local operas, Li Bai was arranged to have a tryst with the princess in the palace.The great talent and the beautiful woman swear by it.Autumn Rain Abandoned Garden is one of the two main events. And whether it has historical authenticity, we will talk about it later. Li Bai stayed in Chang'an for three years, and may have stayed in Zhongnanshan for two years.He aspires to be hidden for others to see, he writes poems, dances swords and performs calligraphy, and there are figures on the top of the mountain, on the side of the mountain, and at the foot of the mountain that he can't call himself a stalwart.The high cost of Chang'an is also a factor. Li Bai kept asking Dansha to go back to Anlu to withdraw money, and Xu sold the land there, wiping away tears but hiding it from him.

At present, there are "North Drifting" intellectuals, who flock to Beijing from all over the motherland, and gather in Yuanmingyuan or outside the Fifth Ring Road; at that time, it should be called Northwest Drifting, and poets, Taoists, knights, and down-and-out sons all hid in Zhongnan Mountain one after another. Constitute a grand and strange cultural landscape.It seems that everyone has a unique skill and will be able to fly to the top tomorrow. Li Bai made new friends, and once he had some hope, he immediately went to Chang'an.Hopes came to nothing, and he returned to the low-level inn in Zhongnan Mountain.He has been in arrears with the rent for a long time, and the boss kicked him out, so he hid in a tree hole.He sleeps and starts singing when he wakes up, trying to attract the crowd and increase his popularity by turning an old tree into a spirit.How many times has he traveled back and forth from the mountains to the capital for more than eighty miles, riding horses, mules, and unicycles, sometimes on foot, and with the strength of a sword.His round-trip route map draws his genetics, his family subconscious, the cultural background and social fashion in which he lives.It is a pity that the ancients left us with too little information in this regard.The explanations of modern scholars do not pay much attention to this.

I would venture to mention a word: I wrote about ancient literati and found many problems.First, the history of literature for classroom use has multiple veils.And we respect senior scholars, just to get rid of these veils.When I was writing Su Shi, I found that rational grasping and emotional penetration are two different things.Rational things, though rigorous and logical, have difficulty aiming at the indivisible flow of life. Li Bai returned to Anlu, drinking and enjoying himself.The sign of a successful man is coming home late at night, and knocking on the door in the middle of the night is very common.Li Bai hovers on the edge of a successful man: he has met the big men in the capital.He also bragged, calling this "Li Dai Qing Xiang".He did knock on many doors, though they were quickly closed again.Xu was happy but worried, and supported him to continue his great career of dry ceremony. "Dry" is to seek fame.The word dry greeting was very popular at that time.Poets don't feel ashamed when they knock on the door of the rich and powerful.Li Bai's "An Neng can destroy the eyebrows and bend the waist to serve the powerful and powerful, makes me unhappy", which stems from his bitter experience of destroying the eyebrows and bending the waist.

A friend named Yuan Yan asked him to go to Taiyuan.Taiyuan is known as the northern capital, and there are many dignitaries and dignitaries, so there is no shortage of opportunities to pay respects.Li Bai drank, toured, made friends, and wrote poems praising prostitutes, but he was depressed deep in his heart.What makes him different from others is that he is good at expressing this kind of depression: "When you draw a knife to cut off the water, the water will flow more, and you will raise your glass to pour your sorrows away." He stayed in Taiyuan for a year.But the wife took the children to live a hard life in Anlu, sold the old house, and lived in a humble house.We don't know whether Xu has any complaints.

From the age of twenty-seven to thirty-seven, Li Bai concluded: "I wasted ten years in Anlu with wine." His evaluation is limited to himself, not including his wife and children.The prosperity and openness of the Tang Dynasty are universally recognized, but the fate of women has not changed much.Good women are unknown, but prostitutes keep flocking to poets' pens. Li Bai's three major events: seeking immortality, being a hero, and paying respects, none of them are outstanding, so he said "wasted ten years".He obviously put the art of poetry to the back burner. In fact, in the past ten years, his masterpieces continued, and at least six or seven poems were the culmination of his life.Art is the product of depression and depression, and depression means accumulating energy.The stronger the life, the more suppressed and the more violent the eruption.And in the process of eruption, the corresponding art form will come face to face.The little poet can also suppress, but the quality of what he squeezes out is always average.There is no way.The rigor of art is no less than the rigor of science.Good art is always like a diamond buried deep in the ground, but the long process of its force is a mystery.

Art and nature have the same mystery.If science and technology want to eliminate this mystery, it will prove its stupidity one day.Heidegger said: It is very possible that where nature turns its back on technology, there is precisely the essence of nature hidden. For example, the essence of a river is manifested in its original form and natural curves: clear, turbid, nine turns and eighteen turns.The river takes a straight line, which harms the sky and nature.Right now, this is a worrying question. Art is the same, based on its own openness, neither seeks essential basis from the power field nor the market.It is difficult to have a work handed down for the imperial use.But if you blindly seek the market, there is often no market: readers are temporarily deceived, but it is also difficult to be deceived permanently.

Li Bai said about art: "Clear water produces hibiscus, and it is natural to carve." He saw clear water, and under the clear water was mud, which was rich in nutrients. He wasted ten years, and the various places where he wasted, we might as well interpret it as a muddy pond.Beside his concentrated will, the flower of art blooms quietly. In fact, several poems he wrote during this period laid the foundation of his fame.What's interesting is that he also wrote a lot of praises for the rich and powerful, but none of them were masterpieces. Going against one's will may be successful, but writing poems by force will never be a good one.

One of the well-known "Difficult to Journey" begins with: A golden bottle of wine is worth ten thousand dollars, and a jade plate is worth tens of thousands of dollars.Stopping the cup and throwing the chopsticks, I can't eat, I draw my sword and look around in a daze. I really like this poem, especially the last two lines.Draw a sword and cut who will go?A swordsman has no sword, and a drunkard cannot get drunk in the wine country.Li Bai's image is like this.He is not reconciled, and often loses his sense of direction.Qu Yuan threw himself into Miluo, Ji Kang went to the execution ground, Ruan Jue burst into tears when he saw Qilu, Tao Yuanming turned and entered Qiushan... Li Bai has repeatedly expressed that he does not want to be with literati, but he is more like a member of the team than his predecessors. He also said: "If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will climb the snow-covered mountains in the Taihang... The road is difficult, the road is difficult, and there are many roads. Today is safe. There will be times when the wind and the waves will break, and you will hang your sails directly to help the sea!" The sentences are high-pitched.How difficult it is to make Li Bai depressed.Think about his eyes. It is a paradox for literati to devote themselves to politics, but literati are scholars first.Who is a scholar?He inherits culture and takes on morality.Educate the people with civilization and regulate the society with morality.Tao is a value system, and virtue is an ethical norm.But power has its own mode of operation, and literati go in to interfere, and it is not without result.Outstanding literati, without exception, are idealists, illuminating reality with his strong light that is not to be outdone.They are the luminous bodies of history, whose light travels through thousands of years.Life may be chaotic, but literati have relatively clear eyes.And it is this clarity that makes chaos appear as chaos... The historical activity area of ​​Chinese literati is between power, conscience and aesthetic feeling. There is no great writer who rushes to officialdom for fame and fortune.And officialdom is always a temporary one, it is just a flick of a finger. Look at Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine": Will enter the wine, you will never see Tang Li Bai If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up in the sky, and it will never return to the sea.Don't you see the sad and white hair in the mirror in the high hall, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow... I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone... The ancient sages are lonely, but the drinkers keep their names.Five-flowered horses, thousands of gold, Hu'er will exchange for fine wines, and together with you will eliminate eternal sorrows. Wuhuama and Qianjinqiu were gifts from rich friends.The poem also mentions Master Cen and Dan Qiusheng, who are not drinking buddies in the usual sense.The three of them drank good wine, which gave birth to this masterpiece.Li Bai's eternal sorrow reveals the millennium plight of intellectuals.Maybe he doesn't realize it, and it's better not to realize it.There are several key words in the poem: useful, lonely, and keep their names.He couldn't be used in the present world, knocked on the door and couldn't open it, and his life was full of noise and loneliness.Instead, it erupted into a poem, and its name will last forever. From this point of view, Li Bai's so-called romance actually shines with brilliant light of reality. An official career is as difficult as the road to Shu, and the road to Shu is as difficult as going to the blue sky.Li Bai's "The Road to Shu" is based on the lyrics of the same name, and it is also written on the wine table, which is compelling at first sight: Alas, the danger is high!The difficulty of the road to Shu is more difficult than going to the blue sky... You are 48,000 years old, and you will not be inhabited by Qin Sai.Xidang Taibai has a bird path, which can cross the Emei peak.Dibengshan destroyed the strong men to death, and then the ladders and stone stacks were connected... There are many mountains in central Shu, and Emei is the number one.Thirty years ago, the air quality was good and the transparency was high. From the city wall of Meishan, I could see the Emei Peak towering into the sky.Li Bai climbed Emei twice and lingered in the mountains for several months.In his impression of the Shu Road, Mount Emei occupies the core position.At present, Mount Emei is known as unparalleled in the world, and the tourism income is astronomical. Li Bai deserves a great credit. Li Bai's footprints in his life have covered half of China, and many mountains and rivers have been activated by his poems. Ancient Chinese literati activated Chinese mountains and rivers, and their souls are still lingering on the cliffs and soaked in mist.How good it is to live a hard life but to be aesthetically oriented.Official career experience and the like are rendered invisible by the mountain.We should thank Li Bai for the people named Pei, Han, and Zhang that Li Bai encountered in Anlu. Li Bai looked for the gods, but the gods avoided him, but let the god of poetry meet him and inject inspiration into one of his sweet dreams: "Sleepwalking in the Heavenly Grandmother Singing Farewell". I want to fly across the mirror lake and moon overnight because of my dream Wuyue.The lake moon shines on my shadow and sends me to the Shan River... I wear Xie Gong clogs and climb the Qingyun Ladder.See the sun on the half wall, smell the chicken in the sky... Tianmu Mountain is located in the east of Xinchang County, Zhejiang Province. It was rumored in the Tang Dynasty that this mountain and the connected Tiantai Mountain (in Tiantai County, Zhejiang Province) were often haunted by gods.Xie Lingyun of the Southern Dynasties became an immortal soon after he entered the mountain.Li Bai grew up in Sichuan, and always believed that gods lived in the mountains, not at sea: "Hai Ke talked about Yingzhou, and it was difficult to find letters in the faint mist; Yue people said Tianmu, and the clouds and neon could be seen." He described the cloud gods and immortals in the mountains: "Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horses, and the kings of clouds come and go. The tigers and drums come and the luan returns to the carriage, and the immortals line up like hemp!" Many gods lined up to welcome him.However, after waking up from the dream, I touched the pillow mat to recall the sense of reality.Immortals rushed away: "I lost the haze that came." God knows how many fairy dreams Li Bai had.The sense of reality extends from the pillow mat to the officialdom, and the strange sentence protrudes like a different peak: An Neng smashes eyebrows and bends waist to serve the rich and powerful, which makes me unhappy! With this poem, ten years will not be wasted. Unhappy with broken eyebrows and bowed waist, ancient and modern.Li Bai spoke the thoughts of countless people.