Excuse me, where was the Jingyan Building in Yang Wanli's The Story of Jingyan Building in the Southern Song Dynasty built?

Yang Qiu Tang village

Yang Qiu Tang Cun Ji

-Baizhan Yang Wanli

Wang Feng

What do the ancients have to do with me? I often think about this problem. Grain Rain Poetry Society visited and shook hands with poetry friends Jiang Zi and Xia Binbin through Jishui. At the same time, they also want to shake hands with Yang Wanli, a great poet in the Southern Song Dynasty who is as famous as Lu You, Fan Chengda and You Mao. On April 15, he and two poetry friends were able to make a trip to visit Yang Wanli in Tang Qiu Village, Jishui.

When the car crossed the Jiangxi River, I saw that the river was far and wide, the wind stirred the water, the sand floated and the waves rose, and there were two or three boats in the river, which was very simple. There are birds singing overhead. Jiang is a lark. He has been flying high. Wings open and close, very lively, like an elf. I don't know if this is Jiang Niao, but I see an egret flying by the river. Standing on the river bank, the wind is blowing wildly and my thoughts are flying. I saw that I was waiting like a costume, and I was a few scholars with graceful manners. Jiang Zi, tall and elegant; Me, bearded, elegant. Standing upright on the river bank, overlooking the Millennium River, watching the smoke and water pouring into the river, the boatman sang and answered. Yang Wanli meant to sail Wan Li. Once upon a time, Yang Wanli went downstream, making a scholar's life magnificent.

Yang Wanli lost his mother at the age of eight and went abroad to study with his father Yang Guo, who had been a teacher for many years. Later, he became the teacher of Gao Shou Road and Anfu Wang Ting. 27 years old, 28 years old, ranked first in high school. At the age of 30, he was appointed as the secretariat of Ganzhou to join the army and began his career.

For Yang Wanli, the Ganjiang River is undoubtedly his golden waterway.

According to records, Yang Wanli was a scholar in Ganjiang River in the 24th year of Shaoxing (1 154).

—— In the spring of the third year of Dadao (1 167), Yang Wanli went to Lin 'an, where he met with the deputy Tang envoys and Qian, and was praised for his thirty pieces of Thousand Strategies.

-In the eleventh year of Xichun (1 184), Yang Wanli was called to the capital as the official minister.

-Yang Wanli crossed the mouth of the Ganjiang Gorge and wrote: "Stones and boats are enemies, boats and water spies, and boatmen and hands do not agree, so it is impossible. Looking down, they are all excited by the deep pool, pale and powerless, white and splashing, and everything passing by is like a classic. Is the name of the canyon similar to it? It is true that the river is deep and shallow, the rocks are fierce and the mountains are wide, and the land is unique "-"Jingyan Lou Ji ").

Although Yang Wanli's career has ups and downs, the Ganjiang River has always carried him like a pair of huge wings, moving towards a brighter and more open place. Maybe it's not Ganjiang. Yang Wanli may be a cowherd or an authentic riverside farmer. There is still a word missing in Jishui county annals, which adds a lot of color to the county annals.

Life always moves from narrowness to openness. Like Yang Wanli, the poet friend Jiang Zi also walked out of the Ganjiang River. His series of Ganjiang prose is enough to make people admire Jiangxi and have a bird's eye view of the whole country. But standing by the Ganjiang River, I advised him to be more open and more open.

The car crossed the Ganjiang River and ran wildly on the muddy road. This is the spring ploughing season. See the friendly shouts of farmers on the roadside. The soil exudes the flavor that can most affect homesickness. At that time, I had left the lead mountain hundreds of miles away, thinking about the girl running in the rape flowers in my hometown. Jishui is indeed a good place with beautiful mountains and beautiful waters in the south of the Yangtze River. Borrow a bike from the township government and go straight to the pond. The car ran over the mud and a winding country road crossed Nanxi. There is a small bridge over the stream. Several ancient trees at the bridge are knotted like old people welcoming guests. Jiang Zi said that this is Maxia Bridge. Gyangze also pointed to the ravine with several white houses opposite, which is Yang Wanli's reading building, and there are still relics. Yang Wanli has lived in Tang Qiu Village intermittently for several decades, and he has nothing to do but study, which is the normal state of literati. Not far from Xiamaqiao is Tang Qiu Village, and the pond is connected with the pond. The reflection of the white walls and black tiles of the old house in the pond is beautiful. If it is summer, lotus leaves are planted in the pond, and it is suspected that "Xiao He only has sharp horns, and dragonflies have long stood on his head". Between the old houses, several people are holding big camphor trees, and the branches are staggered in the air, which is very dynamic. Leaves are like flying clouds, blocking a large area of soil in their own shadow. At that time, Chen and Xin's leaves crossed, and their charm was eye-catching. The big camphor tree here is really rare in my life. There is an ancestral temple in the village with a magnificent structure. Up to now, Tangcun has a collection of woodblock prints of Yang Wanli's head. I asked Jiang Ziyang what Wan Li looked like. Answer: "wide forehead, wide body, three strokes and short beard." Official hat, big ears. There are gentle and honest eyes under a pair of knife-shaped eyebrows.

Tang Qiu Village and Ganjiang River are several miles apart. Jiang represents running and drifting. Unlike Jiang, this village represents a peaceful life. In the stormy Southern Song Dynasty, when officials were in conflict, Yang Wanli said that being an official would be smooth. This is probably related to Yang Wanli's frequent use of mourning village houses.

"In the autumn of the first year of filial piety (1 163), Yang Wanli left Lingling County and went to Lin 'an. Before taking office, he returned to Jishui in the first month of the third year because his father was ill. On August 4, my father died and my family mourned for three years. "

"In the first month of the first year of Xichun (1 174), he was appointed as a well-known person in Ganzhou, went to work and lived at home for three years due to illness."

"Six years in Xichun (1 180), and one year away from Changzhou."

"In the ninth year of Xichun (1 183) in July, my stepmother died and mourned for three years."

An intellectual's clear understanding of the world can be seen in words such as "not going", "begging for a shrine to return", "resigning" and "resuming". Yang Wanli, who lives in the village, should be free and leisurely. During this period, he did nothing but read books, write poems and drink. He was drunk and lay in the sun on a nearby hillside. His hometown is so lovely. Sometimes he will probably run to the pond to chat with the village girl who washes clothes, or play the flute with the shepherd boy, which is quite easy-going.

The poem says: "Plums are sour and their teeth are soft, bananas are green and covered by screens, and children are idle to catch willow flowers after a long sleep." (Yang Wanli's Early Summer Nap)

Another poem said: "It's not far to go home, and pedestrians are tired late. The wild fragrant butterflies gather together, and the old maple knows the autumn colors, so it gets shade, so it takes a break. Jiangshan has no intention of inviting me to find new poems. "

Literati is very strange, sometimes he likes to indulge in his personal field of Xiaotian without smelling the wind and rain outside the window. But sometimes, he is full of blood, cynical, screaming, turning against elegance and angry with King Kong. The same is true of Yang Wanli. When he was bored in Tangcun, he sailed across the Ganjiang River and headed for Guanhai. His enthusiasm for politics is too blind.

Yang Wanli is busy writing books and recommending scholars. In March of the 15th year of Xichun, Xiaozong adopted the advice of Hong Mai, a scholar of Hanlin, and enshrined Lv Yihao and others in Gaozong Temple. Yang Wanli fought for Zhang Jun's cooperation and accused Hong Mai of arbitrarily "pointing the deer at the horse", which annoyed Xiao Zong: "Why does Wan Li take me as a teacher?" And cut down the post of Zhimi Pavilion. In the third year of Shaoxing (1 192), the court ordered the counties in the south of the Yangtze River to exercise iron bars. Yang Wanli wrote a letter to Chen, refused to believe it, and offended Zaichen to be replaced. Han Biaozhou was in power and wanted to attract celebrities from all over the world and build the South Garden. Yang Wanli was asked to write it down. Wanli dismissed it: "Officials can be abolished, but not recorded."

Yang Wanli's life has always been a tug of war, one at home and the other at Guanhai. On the one hand, literati are eager to find spiritual home, on the other hand, they can't stand the temptation of secular life. Contradictions make the literati extremely confused and bring great anxiety and pain to the literati. From the clues of Yang Wanli's life, we can see that he wants to avoid the changeable society, but he is often involved in the whirlpool of society. Even so, in the face of internal troubles and foreign invasion in the Southern Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli's works are just a drop in the bucket, which is of no help to the world, showing the fragility and helplessness of a scholar.

Yang Wanli seems to have never been at peace when the country is in crisis. There are always too many things in this world that provoke you and stimulate you. Besides, it's a stormy time. Yang Wanli retired at home in his later years, and Ning Zong ordered him to come back many times. Seeing the autocratic power of Han Biaozhou, he fell ill with anxiety. One day, my nephew came to visit and said, "The traitor made a mistake, which led to this." Yang Wanli was furious at the age of 83 when he learned that Han Biaozhou's resistance to gold had failed by luck. In Tangqi Village, Jiang Zi and I have been discussing such a question: whether literati are realistic or surreal; Join the WTO or be born? Can't answer each other. Judging from being an official and writing poems, Yang Wanli has done quite well.

In Qiangtang village, Jiang Zi asked me to add a paragraph: "Yang Wanli is an honest official. He lived in the era of corruption in the Southern Song Dynasty, but he remained clean. According to records, "Yang Chengzhai set up a court to count the expenses of returning from Beijing, and kept them in shacks and locked places, forbidding his family to go to the city for fear of returning home, and urging him to install them every day. "The old house in Luantang is just a shelter from the wind and rain." Third, no ornaments. "His wife, Mrs. Luo, is 80 years old, and she also cooks and grows hemp textiles herself. The world called Chengzhai: "The door is as clear as water, and the poor are rich in gold. "Enough to make a mirror for the current officials.

Tang Qiu Village has its glory and decline. Under the tall ancestral hall, we looked at the ruins and read the story of weeds drowning. Why do people always want to stay in history? And why do I go so far, looking for a history that no longer exists from mottled paint, and always like to recall the past? Oh, I see, life disappears too fast, and people always want to cultivate a spirit to stay in the long river of time. And people's yearning for the ancient times is just to inherit a kind of strength, so I sent countless Yang Wanli to visit Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty seven or eight hundred years ago, asking for some iron to make up for our increasingly loose bones.

Batang has Yang Wanli's former residence. "An old house is just a shelter from the wind and rain" and "All the rafters are like Tian She Weng". Unfortunately, time was tight and I didn't make a detailed visit.

After his death, Yang Wanli was buried on the southeast slope of Lianhua Mountain in the west of the village, with the tomb facing south. I put down my bike and climbed the hill covered with dense pine forests. Look at Yang Guifei's tomb, Lotus Hill pillow stamens. Yang died a fair death, clean, and always accompanied Lotus. Three poets looked for opportunities to communicate with Yang Wanli in front of the tomb, silent and relaxed. There are two stone statues of armored warriors standing in front of the tomb, which are very imposing. Unfortunately, their heads were shackled and cemented, which was neither fish nor fowl and very ugly. There is also a stone beast with no head. I guess it was a masterpiece of the Cultural Revolution, but Gyangze saidno. It is said that the stone man and beast here went to the villagers' house to steal vegetables at night and were caught by the villagers and cut off their heads-an educational cemetery was destroyed-although it was spring, the cool breeze blew to the solemn red sandstone mountain, which became a bit desolate. I still sit in front of Yang Wanli's grave and stare at it. There seems to be a huge force pouring into the chest-Yang Wanli pushed open the stone tomb door and came out, a gentle scholar with a sword, a humble scholar with a fierce look, a scholar who can silently create unhealthy trends, can enter and retreat, and live a frugal life but knows how to enjoy it, a scholar who sympathizes with patriotism and is shrewd but more imposing. Jiang Zi works in the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. He talked about how eager he was to create. I said writing for writing's sake. Without brains, there is no masterpiece. A poet should dare to face life, dare to participate in life, roll and climb in life, and not lose himself. It is important to forge a humanistic spirit, a kind of integrity and a kind of care, just like Yang Wanli named himself Cheng Zhai (Yang asked Zhang Jun the fundamental truth of being a man, Zhang encouraged him to stand on the hawkish side, "study with integrity", and Yang named his study Cheng Zhai) "I raised him. In Yang Wanli's life, he was released from his native land and taken back. How happy Yang Wanli is! His flesh and blood may now become a grass and a tree, or scattered among these rape flowers drying on the hillside, or become an egret, surrounded by this eternal green mountains and green waters. Farmers cultivated the fields of the Song Dynasty, and many stories were turned over and over in this land.