Give you a few essays

If it's too much, copy a paragraph of pipa in the tomb every day

Author: Lin Qingxuan

Recently, I read a biography of Ruan Xian, an artist in Wei and Jin Dynasties. Ruan Xian was one of the seven most important poets and writers in Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. At that time, he was known as the "Seven Sages of Bamboo Forest", but he was just like other six sages, Ruanji, Ji Kang and Shan Tao.

Fortunately, when Ruan Xian died, he was buried with a pipa instrument, which made him one of the few great musicians in the history of China music. With Ruan Xian buried underground, the pipa was buried for 5 years from the Western Jin Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, and in the Kaiyuan period of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, someone excavated a copper round musical instrument in the ancient tomb, and it was proved that it was a relic of Ruan Xian after textual research by Yuan Hangchong, a bachelor of Hong Wen Museum.

This pipa at home has been worn out for 5 years. A skillful musician named Yue Qin copied a wooden musical instrument according to its style, which has a bright and elegant tone and has been passed down to this day. It has become not only a musical instrument in the court, but also the most commonly used musical instrument among the people.

In the Tang Dezong era, Du Wei, a famous scholar, named the Yueqin "Ruan Xian" in order to remember his legacy, because it was originally created by Ruan Xian. Since then, all Chinese pipa instruments have been nicknamed "Ruan Xian", and Ruan Xian has been immortal with China's music history.

The story of Ruan Xian and Pipa is suitable for association. After repeated training in time and space, although we have no luck to listen to Ruan Xian's voice of silk and bamboo again, we can feel that a great artistic soul is immortal. The greatness of the artistic mind, even if it has been underground for hundreds of years, even if the strings of his musical instruments are rotten, can still shine in time and space, and it is dazzling. When Ruan Xian died, he was buried with the pipa as his only known friend. This artistic feeling made him always memorable.

Since the ages, the famous song Guangling San, which is regarded as the highest realm of China music, is the creation of Ruan Xian. With the death of Ruan Xian, Guangling San has become a masterpiece in China music. Now, we are looking at the vast land and listening to the footsteps of history. Under the starry moon on a summer night, we seem to see Ruan Xian playing the yueqin under the bamboo forest to amuse ourselves, or playing with Ji Kang's guqin (Ji Kang's guqin). What kind of state is that? That is the realm of "resisting foreign things and not serving others", the realm of "I am drunk and want to sleep, and the Ming Dynasty intends to hold the piano", and the realm of "fame and fortune are all a play, and I have never felt negative for my life".

Ruan Xian's musical talent is almost innate. He was called the "divine solution" of music when he was very young. When any music came to his ears, he immediately distinguished the high and low, and he was not happy at all. Therefore, not only can he make people drunk when playing the yueqin, but he is also a critic of music, and his appreciation of music is unparalleled in the world. I didn't expect his music criticism to offend Gou Xun, the official in charge of the national music administration, to slander the Emperor Wu of Jin Dynasty and remove Ruan Xian from his post.

when Ruan Xian lost his official position, his official position was "assistant riding a donkey". We don't need textual research to explain this title, but associate it with aesthetic feeling, just like seeing an outstanding wandering pianist riding a donkey and singing everywhere.

In fact, Ruan Xian is very contemptuous of contemporary etiquette. During his mother's funeral, he wore mourning clothes and rode a donkey to pursue his long-cherished Hu Maid, which caused great controversy. At that time, it was inconceivable, but now it is particularly sad to think of it. Unfortunately, it is impossible to test whether he plays the piano and sings love songs when chasing Hu's maid. And this kind of wild and informal life is the most true portrayal of artists who expressed their affection for Lin Quan in Wei and Jin Dynasties.

I've always thought that a person like Ruan Xian, who is a vagabond, disregards etiquette, sings wildly on drums and drums, and is indifferent, can be forgetful, but he can't forget music. It's an unsolved mystery to be buried with the pipa. Can this "ritual solution" predict that thousands of years later, people will remember the reason of Guangling San, which was spread in his hands thousands of years ago, from the pipa at home? Ruan Xian's inspiration to us is not limited to this. He and the artists at that time gave us a broad vision, that is, the mind of "taking the earth as the building and the room as the Zen clothes". Because of this mind, they can appreciate the joy of life and shine artistic brilliance.

One of my favorite stories of "Seven Sages of Bamboo Forest" is that one day Ji Kang, Ruan Ji, Ruan Xian, Shan Tao and Liu Ling were drinking in the bamboo forest, and Wang Rong finally arrived. Ruan Ji said, "This tacky thing has come to ruin our fun again!" Wang Rong replied, "Can your pleasure be corrupted?" This story tells the true story of the artistic life of "Seven Sages of Bamboo Forest". Look at the pipa left in the grave by Ruan Xian. Although it is rotten, it will never be corrupted. Because that pipa once belonged to a great artistic mind, it was doomed to be immortal in people's minds-so, I'm afraid Pipa has a heart!

Three agarwood lamps

Author: Lin Qingxuan

Last Christmas, Pope Pope Paul VI was seen on TV offering incense at midnight mass in the Vatican.

It's sandalwood in a golden bowl, which is burning on time. It is said that with this fragrant lamp, people's prayers can be heard in heaven. I saw the Pope shaking the incense bowl slowly and praying, and the cigarette rolled up, and I felt a strange touch in my heart. It suddenly occurred to me that I was a second-grade primary school student when I learned that there were Catholicism and Christianity besides Buddhism and Taoism.

once I asked my father, what is the difference between Christianity and Taoism? Father casually said, "They don't worship or burn incense." This answer is generally correct, but later I found that "prayer" is no different from "bye-bye" in essence, but I never knew whether western religions burn incense.

When I saw the Pope burning incense on the altar, that feeling made my childhood experience emerge from the distant memory corridor. The incense in the Pope's hand and the incense inserted in front of the ancestor's case are the same in a deeper sense, both of which are promoted from the ordinary world to the heaven we yearn for.

I once went to an Indian temple and found that ancient Indian religions also burn incense.

Why do the great gods know our wishes after burning incense? When did this legend begin? I don't know. According to my guess, the smoke that rises invisibly, because we don't know where it flies, just watch it disperse in the air and become the sustenance of our hearts and wishes.

Burning incense is the strangest thing. Whenever you see incense, your mind will have the power of stability. I believe that the fragrance is not just a wisp of smoke, but in a distant place, a god listened to our voice through that wisp of smoke.

A friend came back from a foreign country and gave me a bouquet of exotic Tibetan incense. The sachet was full of lingering and distorted Tibetan characters. Because it comes from the cold north, it is not easy to turn around, which makes me reluctant to light it all the time. It seems that after using it, it will burn out and lose something.

Since the spring, it has rained for dozens of days in succession, and people's hearts have become sour and moldy as if they were pickled by the rain. It's really boring to walk around the house every day.

when I opened the window, the filaments of spring rain floated into the room with the breeze, and the room always smelled wet. One day, my beloved bonsai of Eucalyptus was withered because of the rainy days. When I looked at Eucalyptus, I suddenly felt sad and confused.

I took out the bouquet of Tibetan exotic incense from the cupboard and lit one on the incense table. The incense is thicker than the incense in the temple, and its smoke is also condensed. After three feet, it dispersed around, and the room suddenly filled with a fragrance.

The fragrance gives people a warm and dry feeling, resisting the humidity in the house. I sat at my desk, not reading or working, just quietly meditating, so that my mind was condensed together like a fragrant incense, and my depression and confusion slowly faded away, and my heart gradually woke up.

I like rain, but rain should be an interlude on sunny days, not the main theme of the weather; Once rain becomes the main theme of the weather, people's mood is like rain, and they can't find a center of gravity. However, it's nothing if it rains all the time, so light a incense in the house!

There is a gazebo in Yuan Ye where the fragrance is very small, but it is like heavy rain, which keeps a piece of clean land for me-at that time, in the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, there was also the amorous feelings of Tibetan grassland.

tea is often not for quenching thirst, but for fun, especially when drinking kungfu tea, a small cup can't be drunk in one gulp, but a little delicacy.

of all the teas, I like frozen top oolong best. The frozen top is not as floating as fragrant tablets, as astringent as green tea, as bitter as Pu 'er and as hard as Tieguanyin. Its taste is simple, its color is golden, and you can taste it carefully.

A friend knows that I love frozen roofs, and sent a jar of aged frozen roofs that has been collected for many years. The word "agarwood" was written on the jar. The color of agarwood is stronger than that of frozen roofs, but the smell has completely changed. Although the oolong is clumsy, it still has a little sweetness, but the agarwood hides the sweetness and fragrance, leaving only the real clumsiness and no anger, as if it were filtered from memory; Memories are sometimes tasteless, but they are so deep that people are immersed in them that they don't know the flow of years.

China people say that there are seven things to open the door: "firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea". Tea is not served. I think if there is "Aquilaria sinensis" to drink, it will leap forward and be ranked in the front.

Of course, the best thing is to light a wick incense in the house on a rainy day. When the light rain floats outside like a star, make a pot of agarwood and watch the smoke curl and the tea smell fill your chest. At that time, you can really forget the humiliation.

Playing the flute with the wind

Author: Lin Qingxuan

A cool breeze is blowing from far away. There is a whirring sound in the wind.

Listen carefully. It sounds like a certain kind of music. I analyzed it for a long time and determined that it was the voice of my son, because Xiao's voice was not so clear or so high.

Being far away makes me doubt my judgment; Who's flute can penetrate the vast Ping Ye, and there is rain in the sky, and it can also penetrate the rain and spread in the fields? The sound of the flute doesn't seem so long, let alone only a few simple rhythms.

The place where I stand is a rural farmland, with rice fields extending far away on the left and right sides, a mountain behind me and a bamboo grove in front of me. The music obviously comes from Mazhulin, and the distance behind it seems to be echoing.

are there people in the bamboo forest? When I was a child, I felt that bamboo forests were the most mysterious among all the forests, especially those with a long history. Because no matter how dense all the Woods are, the sun can always penetrate without difficulty, only the dense leaves of bamboo forests, and sometimes even the sun can do nothing; No matter how big the forest is, there are rules, and people can walk freely in it. Only some bamboo forests have no rules, and sometimes they get lost when they walk in it. Therefore, since childhood, my father told us that "there are no people in the bamboo forest", not to mention that some bamboo forests have thorns, like thorn bamboo forests.

this thought made me hesitate to walk into the bamboo forest. I sat down hard in the rice field and listened to that piece of music alone. I think it's still early, about two miles away from the bamboo forest, so I decided to take a walk in the bamboo forest-I think the place with music must be safe.

When I stood in front of the bamboo forest, the whole person was shocked by the stormy music. It was like a piece of Le Hai, with rough waves and great prestige. It was not human music, and there were no people in the bamboo forest. Bamboo itself is a musical instrument, the wind is a conductor, and the relationship between bamboo and bamboo leaves is a performer. I studied it for a long time before I found out

that bamboo had been sprinkled with light rain, and there were water stains on it. When it rubbed against each other, it sounded as sharp as a flute. And the bamboo leaves swaying all over the sky, even if it rains, can't stop the wind, making many fine sounds, matching the bamboo flute.

Everyone will be touched by natural sounds, such as frogs singing in summer nights, birds leaping and singing in spring mornings, and even the symphony of waves in windy days. There is nothing natural that does not impress us. Every year at the turn of winter and spring, I always feel a thrill of joy when I hear the distant spring thunder ringing in the silent night.

I have a friend who prefers cicada singing. When he was in Meng Xia, he often sat alone in the mountains for a day, in order to listen to cicadas. Once he sent me a tape, which was recorded in Hualien Mountain. It was already winter when it was sent to me. I played the audio tape in the cold night, and all the cicadas were singing at one time, making the indifferent house look like countless cicadas flying in pairs. The beauty of that experience is sometimes as good as listening to cicadas in the mountains.

Later, I also liked to record the sounds of nature, such as the sound of flowing streams and the sound of the mountain breeze blowing. Once, I put a tape with the words "Stream" on it. Suddenly, between streams, there were two sharp sounds of mountain birds singing, which reverberated around my ears for a long time, just like people suddenly lost their voices and sighed with joy when they thought of the joy of the past in a calm moment.

But I've heard many voices of nature, but I never felt such a profound voice in the bamboo forest this time. It turns out that all the sounds in nature are solos, and even the most beautiful sounds only touch our heartstrings, but the symphony of bamboo forest surrounded me as a whole, like the first closely ringing note played by a symphony orchestra of 1 people. At that time, I really knew why many musical instruments in China were made of bamboo, because no natural plant could make a clear, long and lasting sound like bamboo.

It's a pity that I didn't record the sound of bamboo. Later, I went there several times, and there was either no rain or no wind, or there was rain but it didn't cooperate as well as before. I have learned that it is still blessed to listen to good natural sounds. It changes endlessly, but every moment is completely different. If there is no wind, bamboo is just bamboo, and with wind, bamboo becomes music, while with wind and rain, bamboo just becomes a symphony.

It is the saddest thing for people who have lost their perception of natural sounds. When someone says that "the scenery is as beautiful as a painting", the realm will be low, because the painting is static and the natural scenery is alive and moving. In addition to visual observation, nature also provides various sounds, and this dual combination makes nature surpass the realm that people can create. There are countless artists in the world, all of whom draw inspiration from nature, but no matter how good an artist is, he can't completely capture the soul of nature, because nature is full of sounds and pictures, still alive and changing all the time, which are all beyond the reach of art.

most importantly, even the best art must have an ending. Naturally, there is no ending. Knowing this, artists will inevitably feel the loneliness of "I think of heaven and earth, without limit, without end, and I am all alone and my tears fall down". It is touching that people can draw a picture of the Yangtze River in Wan Li, but it is never as touching as the true feelings of the Yangtze River; People can record the singing of cicadas, but it can never replace watching beautiful cicadas sing touching songs in the treetops.

On that day, I heard bamboo flute with the wind in the bamboo forest, but I forgot the passage of time. When I walked out of the bamboo forest, the sunset was wandering in the valley. The rain has stopped, but I seem to have passed by.