Chapter 15 poet under the cliff

——Excerpt from Miscellaneous Notes of a Temple Laoer ………… It has not rained for a few days, which is wonderful!When the sky is overcast, the head's face is also cloudy, and like the sky, there is a layer of gray fog that is not there in the past, which is really ugly. The sun is getting warmer day by day, and there are many masters visiting the temple.These people are really strange. If you don't call him a master, he will definitely give you a few incense coins when he goes out.In fact, many of them are young, their faces are young, and they can't grow beards. It is very appropriate to call "Sir" logically...Master, master, let his mother call him master twice.As long as the master can give me a little more money, I can redeem Maozi's mother's blue bucket silk shirt at the end of this month. Otherwise, in May, when Xiao Song gets married, she will have no good clothes to go to the wedding, and she will be the same again. I fight.Mao Zai's little baby is also very pitiful, he can go to the city to buy him a little straw hat, so that he can use the hat to be proud of others, and it would be nice not to be bullied by Zhang Sibao in the yard.

………… These gentlemen are really interesting!Yesterday there was a man with a beard growing on his mouth, who said he came to visit the temple, and he brought those ink cartridges, pen tubes, and the same white powder brush. A man looked back at the bottom of the cliff, and after a while, he hurriedly took out the plaster brush to wipe off the handwriting on the wall that was about to disappear, and wrote many words on it.At the end, he sat down on the stone bench again, looked at the opposite hillside and nodded, then turned back to look at the place just refreshed and laughed. Obviously it was the fourteenth year of the Republic of China, but this master wrote about the seventeenth year of Xuantong. I don't know why.

—Hey, do you understand poetry? My God, this question is not really embarrassing me!What is poetry?Is it the thing that I read when I was young, the seven words "the cloud is light and the wind is clear near noon", and the five words "the white hair floats in the green water"?Let me think about it: what is the second sentence... But I can't remember this now, I don't really understand poetry!So I replied, "My lord, the little vulgar man doesn't know what poetry is." This is terrible! The master's face was so ugly that I was so frightened that I didn't even dare to look at the reward, so I hurried out with excuses, only to hear the master's moan interspersed with words, and the words interspersed with moaning-"... Hee hee! Such an elegant way, I can't Find someone who doesn't eat fireworks in the world..." Fortunately, only two or three sentences caught my ears, which should be said to be because I ran fast.

However, it is also worth noting what a person who does not eat fireworks in the world looks like, or the master is such a person. From now on, I only dared to watch the master send the master out through the window. Fortunately, Buddy Fu was honest and honest, and at night he still gave me half of the one yuan that the master gave during the day.According to Buddy Fu, this master is really a master. What was the Shangshu in the former Qing Dynasty, it is still a Shangshu after the revolution. ………… The head of the house has a weird temper. The day before yesterday I said to repaint the gray wall, and he scolded my village.Today, I don’t know what to do, and I was asked to fetch a bucket of spring water at night to water the white plaster wall, saying that it was to dilute the inscriptions written by those old masters a few days ago, so that it would be easier for elegant people who came here later to write poems.Seriously I did it.Many Fengya people will never see this place without walls to inscribe poems and run down the mountain in one breath. It's really gratifying!What a great idea to be home!

………… This place is not as lively as the Baiyun Temple in the first month, it is not as quiet as Tiantai Mountain, it is not as many trees as Longevity Mountain, and it seems to be no match for a piece of stone in terms of size... But why do the gentlemen come here all the time?Probably this has been guessed by Buddy Fu, who comes here can write a poem when he sits under the stone for a while, so... Buddy Fu really knows how to tell jokes, thinking that I can read, After being here for a long time, I see stones every day, and in the future I will be the same as their old man: as long as I am in a daze with stones, I will write poems one by one—countless poems will come out of my stomach. As for this big rock, if there are poems, then I don’t have to lead their masters around for a day, just bow my head and write poems! ...Then I might have become a wind—but the shirt of Maozi's mother will eventually be redeemed, and the straw hat will have to be bought, and May 17th is only one month and twenty days away. Let's be elegant. *

………… I hate Buddy Fu for being too bad-mouthed, and reporting to the boss if he doesn't get anything: although it's a kindness to me.Actually, I am not saying that I can write poems. He shouldn’t show the forty characters I wrote for fun with him. What a blessing, I don't believe his words to write on the wall!Otherwise, the master knows that there will be another... What a huge piece of stone, there are thousands of poems under it. New poems squeeze old poems, and old poems are still immortal. New poems overwhelm old poems, and old poems do not roar. One day the stone is broken, and there is nothing old or new.

The head of the family is a person who cares about face, and he will probably not show the things I made to the gentlemen; because it not only makes me ugly!But I should still ask Buddy Fu to find it and burn it, otherwise I won't be able to let it go. The students from the two schools who came today did not carry pencils like other gentlemen, but they came to ask me for pens and inks.He replied that he hadn't, and scribbled the head of the cane all over the wall.It doesn't matter if the painting on the wall is broken, but the hateful thing is that after sitting for a long time, I also called the master four or five times as usual, but when I got up, I said that I should bring tea money some other day.

The people in the school are really surprised. One big one also came to visit the temple to write poems. ………… Mao Zai’s mother, wearing that blue dou silk shirt, went to Luotuozhuang to visit Zhao’s family today, dragged Mao Zai with one hand, and when I went out, I called out, “Your mother!” She turned her head and looked at me. , this shirt seems to bring back her lost age for ten years!If the pair of water-red foreign silk trousers are not sold, I think she can still look like a newlywed—haha, Maozi will be nine years old in July, and in another nine years, the newlywed son will have another bride Yet!Haha, my good boy, my good boy's mother.

………… These are a few pages of the diary I found when I visited the Eight Great Places. As for how to find it?I hate to announce.Maybe as soon as I say that it was done by a servant in a certain temple, some nosy friends will go to trouble him. The original records are four or five times more than this, but they are mostly about housework, such as discussing whether his wife should wear hosta flowers or wild chrysanthemums when going to dinner, such as criticizing the shortcomings of the head of the family, such as recording the process of redeeming clothes, etc., although "pen and ink" It's exciting, but not important, so I won't record it.Here is just one section, so that readers can appreciate the article without spending a lot of energy.

The so-called Mao Zai's mother is the person in his house. As for Mao Zai, do you want me to say whose son it is! In today's vernacular poetry, his poems seem to be regarded as the works of elegant people, but the monk in charge is a person who does not understand trends, so in the end he only rewarded our friend with the word "nonsense". However, this is not worthy of your grievances. According to his records, he seems to be unwilling to accept the title of elegant man.This is probably because our friend does not live as well-off as ordinary elegant people, so it is not suitable for this good name.

Here I have to ask the gentlemen who support art one more thing, that is: please hold your hands high and don't write swearing articles, (because you are too good at writing articles, just like poets.) Said that this old man actually despised art and valued women One color coat! Made on August 22, 1925