Who will look after the pine and cypress first?

Zhang Zhihan, an official and poet who walked out of Handan 700 years ago. He is knowledgeable and talented. He served as governor of the Ming Mag

Who will look after the pine and cypress first?

Zhang Zhihan, an official and poet who walked out of Handan 700 years ago. He is knowledgeable and talented. He served as governor of the Ming Magnetic Circuit, governor of the Calm General Political Department, supervisor of the East-West Road in Shandong Province, assistant minister of the Ministry of Finance, magistrate of Songjiang, farmer consultant, etc., and served as a bachelor's lecturer in imperial academy in the Yuan Dynasty, leaving poems and works such as Collection of Western Words. As an intellectual elite who has experienced the turmoil in the official sea, he has the feeling of life that "the wind and waves are as bad as the sea, and the hometown is not as wide as drunkenness" and the loneliness that "who pities you now, the sunset is like a mountain".

Zhang Zhihan's ancestral home is not in Handan, but in Shaanxi; I didn't have to emigrate under the big pagoda tree in Shanxi, but chose a kind life. During the Dading period of the Jin Dynasty, an ancestor of Zhang Zhihan who participated in scientific research passed by Handan and died in Liucun. When his family came to the funeral, they were moved by the courtesy of the intellectuals here, so their family moved here. Zhang Zhihan, who was born in Handan, left his hometown when he was young, but he missed his hometown and ancestors all the time. When he lived in Gaoyou, he named his residence "Gui Danzhai". Ancient Handan, once known as "ganden", never forgets to "return to Dan" when traveling on Wan Li Road, which has surpassed the significance of returning home with clothes on. "The empty eye is broken, so the mountain road. Who will take care of the pine and cypress first is his lingering homesickness. "

Zhang Zhihan has both ability and political integrity, and has a good relationship in the imperial court and officialdom. As the mayor of Shanghai and the magistrate of Songjiang, he advocated tax cuts to run schools, which won the hearts of the people and once enjoyed the sacrifice of temple fairs for famous officials.

I am more interested in the poet Zhang Zhihan.

The contention of drums and horns and the fighting on the battlefield in national integration gave birth to Yuanqu, an artistic form of howling of tigers and wolves. Poetry and songs are mostly elegant things between literati and gentlemen, or pity the world, or relax and entertain themselves, or sing in return, but few people care about the country and the people and make achievements. Zhang Zhihan's poems are no exception. "Why should the world frown now that you have let go of fame and fortune?" It is his indifference and boredom to being an official and living in a hostel. "Since middle age, I feel the years, and my illness is like pity. Gradually, the shadows are rustling, the human feelings are sloppy, and things are long. " This is his sigh for the rapid years and short life. "But if there is wine in the cup, how can you become a saint? If you have nothing in your heart, then you are a fairy. " This is the melancholy when he is ill and can't go home.

Compared with contemporary literati, Zhang Zhihan's works are not as bold and tragic as Lu You and Xin Qiji, nor have they the historical responsibility as Guan Hanqing and Yuan Haowen. As an intellectual of Han nationality who lived in the land of Jin State and worked for Mongolian court in Yuan Dynasty, the concept of state was vague and embarrassing to him. I can't guess his inner hesitation and pain. Social disorder and people's suffering during regime change are inevitable and extremely sensitive. He must put his complaints and dissatisfaction in his heart, put politics first, control his mouth and pen, and at most dilute his anger with alcohol into parting sadness and not complaining, and record it with poetry. This also doomed him to be a "great poet". Under such a political background, "returning to Dan" may be the only way for him to pin his thoughts on home and country.

The first time I walked into Liucun, located in the south of Handan, it was a hot summer day after my heroism returned to Handan 72 1 year. The amazing Handan Museum, the distinctive Min Guo Street, the vivid folk sculpture hall, the exquisite wedding photography base and the beautiful houses with bungalows all tell me that Zhang Zhihan's "the cottage in my hometown is still surrounded by white clouds" has gone. Liucun is no longer a village, but a painting, a park, a museum that solidifies history and reposes homesickness.

In front of the newly completed Zhang Zhihan Memorial Hall, an old man over half a year old, with a scroll in his hand and dressed in official clothes of the Yuan Dynasty, stared at the distance with a dignified expression, as if he had stood here for hundreds of years. He couldn't predict the return date, just like he couldn't choose his own life. He didn't return to his hometown until he died in Songjiang. He died in another country like that grandfather, but the picturesque south of the Yangtze River did not change his determination to return to Dan. On the lower left of the stone statue of Zhang Zhihan, his homesick work "Jin Lu Qu, Yi Qing" is engraved:

The wind and rain disturb the spring dusk. Hate the end of the world, leaving spring unfinished, but leaving more. The time urges the boss, and the flowers fall early. This is forbidden and clear. Try to lean against the dangerous fence and look northwest, but there is no weight in the smoke and water. The empty eye is broken, so the mountain road. Who will take care of the pine and cypress first? Miss the east wind, the cups and plates are bleak, and the hungry birds sing trees. When you do Songjiang, you change your wine and get drunk. Why did Wan Li come to the South? Why did Du Yusheng complain? Leave no stone unturned, it is better to go.

The most precious cultural relic in the memorial hall is Zhang Zhihan's tombstone, which is engraved with the seal script of "Tombstone of the Old Magistrate". An insider told me: "Zhang Zhihan's former residence in Liucun has long since disappeared, and Zhang Zhihan's cemetery in the neighboring village has long since become farmland. The two villages were originally a village, and this broken tombstone was secretly transported at night. "

"What about the tablet?" I asked curiously. "Still in the neighboring village, it is used as a bridge deck across the river and also as a washing stone." The answer is not without worry.

When I left Liucun, Zhang Zhihan's cross-historical questioning echoed in my ears for a long time: Who will take care of the pine and cypress first?