Wang Wei believed in Buddhism all his life, but he never became a monk. He has been an official all his life, but he has not been promoted to a higher position. I have been escaping from this world all my life, but I have been hiding and coming out again and again.
Peace, semi-hesitation, elegance, turned into sadness, lingering. Occasionally flashed like a knife, and finally returned to indifference and onlookers.
He wrote about Wang Wei's later years. His brushwork is very light, but it makes people feel disappointed after reading it.
I lost my father at an early age, my wife at the age of 30, my mother at the age of 50 and no children. The loneliness of living alone really haunts me.
A few strokes in the prosperous times seem to be shorter moments. The imperial concubine enjoyed his murals burning incense in the middle of the night, the prime minister's servants chasing lychees, the carp tail summoned by the emperor and happily rewarded, and the ivory dug up in the mountains ~ but that was just a memory!
After the An Shi Rebellion, he was forced to accept a fake position. After calming down, Wang Wei, who was timid and cautious, was pardoned for a poem brought out in the chaos and was frightened again.
The local illiterate shepherd boy laughed at the "old madman" and was almost killed by the "flying feet" of the savage in the Jianghu. Drunk Pei Di accompanied him to sort out poems, but he often disappeared ~
What He Dacao wrote is so worrying to me that I can't stand it. My heart is gripped by the helplessness and helplessness of those who are unable to stretch by fate.
The good times have flown away, and the beautiful teenager who was once in absolute beauty was very different and lonely in his twilight years, and finally died with an era.
Why is it so hard?
Because I remember another Wang Wei.
It's a boy of noble birth. He was born in Taiyuan Wang family, one of the five famous families in the world that everyone envies, and his mother was born in another famous family-Boling Cui Shi.
His grandfather was Zhou Wang, a music official in the imperial court. He was so impressed that Wang Wei could pick up a musical instrument and play a melody at an early age.
Wang Wei's mother is good at painting, especially ink painting. Wang Wei often picks up a brush and learns to draw like her mother. A painting is a whole day.
Of course, what he is best at is pipa.
His Weicheng Qu is not only a famous poem, but also a famous Qin Qu. Guqin music is called "Three Layers of Yangguan".
"Three Stacks in Yangguan" is a piano piece based on the poem "Send Yuan 20 An Xi". It's classic to describe the feeling of parting.
At the age of twenty-one, he came to Chang 'an, where he successfully impressed Li Fan, King of Qi, and Princess Yu Zhen with his pipa Jade Wheel Gun, and won their recommendation, and then won the world with his own strength.
Wang Wei, riding a white horse and arranging flowers in Qionglin, was the most graceful and talented scholar in Chang 'an in the ninth year of Kaiyuan.
At the home of the King of Qi, he chanted his poem "Red plums come in spring and spread all over the southern branches" with the famous celebrities Gao Shi, Cui Hao, Pei Di and Li Guinian. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. ("Acacia") "Just kidding.
Did his mother's belief in Buddhism influence him? Or the death of a loved one? He realized the vanity and helplessness of the world before death?
In short, the life in his poems is faint, cold, isolated and fireworks.
He experienced the prosperous Tang Dynasty and witnessed its decline.
He is about the same age as Li Bai, and he never enjoys drinking because he is not the same person, is he?
Du Fu's poor Confucianism estimation is disdainful.
Many people like his poems, and many people don't like his poems, feeling that there is no rich emotion in them.
I like him, but I think he has a lot of feelings. His poems, his paintings and his pipa are all beautiful. How can he be a heartless person?
He just saw through the secret of time prematurely, saw through the prosperity of the world like a moon in the water and a flower in the mirror, and watched him rise from a tall building, and his building collapsed! He can't stand it.
Because of his deep affection, he was afraid.
In the book, he and Patty laughed and laughed. Speaking of Tao Yuanming's poems, he said that the best one is Responsibility, that is, Tao scolded his children for letting them down.
Where's the good news? Because I didn't.
Why not get married and have another child?
Because I'm afraid I'm dead, too
Reading this makes my heart ache!
He knows impermanence best, so he appears heartless.
It's not that he doesn't want it, he's just afraid of losing it.
However, isn't the world flowing in such a process of constant gain and loss?
There is no result, only a process, a process of experience.
The so-called gain is also an experience.
The so-called loss is also an experience.
Why do we have to distinguish between good and bad?
Just calm down and live with your heart!