Tao An's Dream —— Book Review
People live to be happy, but the world always exaggerates how precious suffering is, and sadness is profound.
He comes from a noble family and is famous for his chic and frivolity in his youth. He likes prosperous, beautiful maids, fresh clothes, delicious food, good horses, good lanterns, good fireworks ... He likes the golden yellow of oranges and the posture of Lan Xue tea brewed by mountain springs. Love books like life, vowed to read 30 thousand volumes before going out to see guests.
A dashing teenager covered in fresh clothes and angry horses must love the beauty of the world of flowers and flowers so much that he can say, "In this life, I only hope that people can grow up together and flowers can bloom often." That is a young man who doesn't know the taste of sadness.
At that time, he was known as the first gourmet in the world. Don't eat out of season, special products or exquisite cooking.
At that time, he liked to see beautiful scenery and visit famous mountains. In order to enjoy the beautiful mist on the top of Mount Tai, no matter how far away, the peak is steep. He felt that his first visit was not pleasant enough, so he set off again despite the ridicule of others.
At that time, in the dead of night, he ran to the foggy Dragon King Hall on the river. The gongs and drums are loud and brightly lit. Put on costumes and put on a big show with the audience. At the end of the song, the monk watched it for a long time. I don't know if it's a person, a monster or a ghost.
At that time, he organized more than 700 parties on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival. Write on the mountain, sing loudly, and poetry and songs are accompanied by wine. Everyone sang "Hu Cheng Wan Qing" in chorus when the wine was drunk, which attracted thousands of people to watch.
The sense of ritual is like a dream, but it can't last long. The stars changed and the country collapsed. Suddenly, he changed from a rich man to a poor scholar. His friend committed suicide and he was separated. He chose to retire to the mountains and stay away from the world.
Lonely and lonely in the mountains, I kept some old books, a broken piano, clothes and vegetables, and often broke my cooking. He grows flowers and trees, drinks tea and enjoys the moon, listens to insects and birds, and leads a miserable life. Still sneering at himself: let the world call him a black sheep, a waste, a stubborn man and a dull scholar ... He abandoned his love and freedom all his life until his death, wondering whether the prodigal son should turn back.
Books and poets have worked hard for half their lives. Prosperous and beautiful, everything is empty. Fifty years later, this is a dream.
Who is Zhang Dai? His bittersweet life bears witness in his ethereal and elegant words. His unruly and self-esteem are admired or despised by the world, perhaps he never cares. He is just the idiot who went to the West Lake Central Pavilion to see the snow alone for three days after five years of heavy snow in Chongzhen.
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