The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

According to legend, there is a Fragrant Mountain near the birthplace of Buddha Sakyamuni, which is the place where the Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva attained enlightenment. After Buddhism was introduced into China, most of the temples dedicated to Guanyin were called Xiangshan Temple.

It seems that Fragrant Mountain in Beiping got its name like this. Every year on the 19th of February, 19th of June and 19th of September in the lunar calendar, Biyun Temple in Xiangshan will hold incense ceremonies. lively.

The beginning of June is not a good time to visit Xiangshan, because the red leaves are not yet red, and the mountains are full of lush greenery.

Especially near noon, the sun makes people dizzy, and once they hide in the shade of a tree, they don't want to come out again.

Zhou Hexuan and Li Shoumin had the best physical strength, and they walked the mountain road with ease. Ba Jin was much weaker. He was out of breath after climbing the mountain for a long time, and he picked up a branch by the roadside as a walking stick.

Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin were very professional. They made hiking boots and trekking poles by themselves, and they also wore two straw hats to shield them from the sun. When the two climbed the mountain, the speed was steady, neither fast nor slow, trying to minimize physical exertion.

The students from the Star Poetry Club of Peking University were much worse. They were quite excited at first, jogging and jogging forward. As a result, they didn't go very far, and each of them exhausted most of their physical strength, and they struggled to move their feet with great pain.

"I said leave early, it's almost noon, and the sun is burning to death!" the girl named Yao Weiwei complained.

Liu Liying wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "It's all Chen Ziya's fault. We agreed to leave at seven o'clock, but at half past eight, we were still sleeping in."

Chen Ziya smiled awkwardly: "It's my fault. I read too late last night, so I didn't sleep until midnight."

Ma Jue said: "Okay, okay, hurry up and catch up with Mr. Zhou and the others."

"If I had known the sun was so bright today, I wouldn't have come to climb the mountain," Yao Fang said, using a book as a fan, pointing forward, "I'm almost at Biyun Temple, where I can ask for some water."

During the Republic of China, climbing Xiangshan Mountain and visiting Biyun Temple were really tiring. Because of the poor infrastructure, the mountain roads are extremely difficult to walk, unlike later generations who repaired the roads neatly.

At around eleven o'clock in the morning, everyone finally arrived at Biyun Temple.

Zhou Hexuan only glanced at it casually, and suddenly felt that the living things were human and human. In his previous life, he swam with his girlfriend to Biyun Temple. Many scenic spots had been restored at that time, but now they are dilapidated.

Xiangshan Biyun Temple was first built in the Yuan Dynasty, and was expanded on a large scale during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. It is said that there are 28 grand sights.

When the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded China, Biyun Temple was robbed and burned. There were not many 28 scenic spots left, and only some wreckage remained for tourists to pay tribute to.

After Sun Yat-sen died of illness in the north, the coffin was placed in Biyun Temple for four full years. Chang Kaishen went to Beiping several times and also lived in the Biyun Temple residence. Even the warlords' spoils sharing conference after the victory of the Northern Expedition was held in Biyun Temple.

Zhou Hexuan thought to himself: When Lao Jiang came to Biyun Temple, he would definitely not be able to climb the mountain by himself, most likely he would ride a sliding pole.

There were monks living in Biyun Temple, and everyone first went to burn incense to the Bodhisattva, and then sat under the shade of a tree to drink water to cool off.

After recovering, Ba Jin began to look around for the beautiful scenery. At some point, he stood silently in front of the wreckage of a large hall, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin brought a lot of things with them, and they would stay here for many days, so they first looked for a place to live, settled their luggage and came back to call everyone to eat.

It may be due to the scorching heat, everyone's appetite is not very good, so they continued to enjoy the cool after a hasty lunch.

Li Shoumin took the hand of his new wife and walked around in pairs. A few students from Peking University held a poetry meeting, playing some poetry solitaire games, and even brought Zhou Hexuan and Ba Jindu to play together.

Ma Jue shouted: "Mr. Zhou will come up with the question first!"

Zhou Hexuan looked at the wreckage of the scenic spot that had not been repaired, and said emotionally: "Last year, today is in this gate."

Ba Jin was sitting next to Zhou Hexuan, and it was up to him to pick up the dragon one by one: "China-Pakistan's Dongba Dongshan."

College students these days have a very high level of ancient poetry, and Chen Ziya immediately said: "The mountain flowers are red and purple, and the trees are high or low."

"It's simple, haha," Chen Dong said with a smile, "Look down and think about your hometown."

"The local accent has not changed, and the hair on the temples has declined (read reminder cui)!" Ma Jue answered.

"Down (cui), decline (cui)." Yao Weiwei "urged" for a long time but did not "urge".

"Haha, a glass of fine wine!" Chen Ziya poured a glass of boiling water and handed it to Yao Weiwei.

"Wait," Yao Weiwei yelled, "Shuai (reading shuai) Lan sees off Xianyang Road!"

Ma Jue smiled and said, "No, no, the pronunciation is different."

Yao Weiwei said, "It's fine if the characters are written the same way."

Several students argued and finally let Yao Weiwei pass.

The game is being played here, and Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin have already started to work. They visited Biyun Temple first, and then began to draw the overall layout. This work was not completed until dark.

"Bai Xue thinks spring is too late."

"Come late, the mountains will be greener."

"The green grass is blooming and the sky is blooming."

"Bud, bud..."

"Fine for drinking, fine for drinking!"

"Oh, it's really boring, change to something else."

"Why don't you let Mr. Zhou talk about his poetry writing skills. His new poems are so well written, he must have unique skills."

"Yes, Mr. Zhou taught us."

"..."

Zhou Hexuan was encouraged by the students to give a lecture. He said with a smile: "I think, writing poetry is the same as writing novels. You must have a theme first. This theme can be the feelings of family and country, the love between men and women, or homesickness. It can be loneliness and fatigue, or it can be joyful excitement... Once you have a theme, write it out in poetic language. What you can write depends on your personal habits and self-cultivation."

Ma Jue rested her cheeks on her hands, and looked at Zhou Hexuan with her head tilted: "Sometimes, I suddenly get inspiration, and I come across a sentence or two. But I want to write these two sentences into a complete poem, but I can't write them. What should I do when?"

"That's right, I have the same situation." Chen Ziya said.

Zhou Hexuan shrugged and said: "If you really can't write it, you can save the sentences you got by chance, maybe you will be able to use it someday."

Ba Jin said: "It can also be a poem like "A Generation". The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light. This poem only needs two lines, and any more will be superfluous. This is my favorite of Mr. Zhou's poems."

"That's really difficult. Two lines of poems contain thousands of words." Zhao Fang said with admiration.

Liu Liying rolled her eyes, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, why don't you write a poem now?"

This proposal was immediately echoed by everyone, and they all wanted to test Zhou Hexuan's ability to write poems on the spot.

Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin just came back after visiting the overall layout of Biyun Temple. When they heard that Zhou Hexuan was going to write a poem, they stopped to watch the excitement.