Walking through the former residence, leaving sadness, can not walk out of the joys and sorrows of life.



Many years ago, reading Xin Jiaxuan's "falling in love with the first floor, saying sorrow for giving new words", I don't know what is "sorrow"? Reading Su Dongpo's "people have joys and sorrows, the moon has a full moon, it's difficult to complete this ancient", I don't know why it's difficult to complete this matter.



Approaching the former residence, looking at the golden sign with the words "Chen wenzeng's former residence" written impressively, I found that this place carrying my beautiful childhood can't carry many of my worries now.



The former residence has not been repaired for more than 20 years. The messy gravel and weeds make people feel desolate. The trees in the yard are not looked after. Now there are only two pomegranate trees, a pear tree and an apricot tree, and a lonely wild locust in the corner. In midsummer, scattered apricots can be seen everywhere. I picked up one and held it in my mouth, trying to find the taste of childhood. Standing under the apricot tree, I seemed to see my father holding me high to pick apricots, and I seemed to hear my father shouting my name to cheer me on.



My father chenwenzeng was born and raised in Sri Lanka. In this ordinary courtyard left an extraordinary story. In the name of calligraphy, my father, under the influence of the story of "chiseling the wall and borrowing light", named himself as the "chiseling the wall hall" in his study in his early years, practiced calligraphy assiduously and was not afraid of difficulties. Later, calligraphy joined the team of restoring Ding kiln, and then took this as a career, cutting through thorns and hardships, going through ups and downs, restoring the unique skill lost for 800 years, revitalizing the heritage of China's famous historical kilns, and creating the "triple art of porcelain, poetry and calligraphy" that shocked China and the world. It is this small courtyard that gave birth to my father's extraordinary career and amazing achievements. Its existence is full of exciting passion.



Walking in the courtyard, immersed in childhood, recalling my father. However, I am not relieved. I can't be relieved. The yard can't contain my sadness. Because my father left. In the prime of his career, he left with so much regret and so much reluctance. I can't understand Dongpo's joys and sorrows, because my relatives were still alive at that time. When I knelt in front of my father's spirit and cried, when I stroked my father's cheek to send him on his last journey, I found that I was a thoroughly earthly person. I could not escape the pain of life and death and escape from the outside, nor could I forget the vicissitudes of personnel changes and see everything in vain. The philosophical Suzi is not immune from vulgarity, and how can I go through the joys and sorrows of life.



The moon is just a thing. Has it ever had emotion? The former residence is also a thing, and naturally there is no emotion. The reason why they have love is that they project my love. Because this ruthless thing, read all the ups and downs of the world and indifferent, it makes us sentient people sigh and sigh. Li Yi'an said, "things are right and people are not right. Stop everything. If you want to talk, tears flow first." Times change, things change, and people change. Since ancient times, seeing things is the most touching and heartbreaking.



Walking out of the former residence, looking back on the broken walls, I saw the green shade against the sun, mottled and colorful, shining with simple and natural beauty. Although the former residence is not as magnificent and tall as the surrounding houses, it is by no means introverted and hidden. Its style is like his father, kind and low-key, filled with fortitude and atmosphere. Because of the father, its existence becomes meaningful; Because of its existence, my sadness has sustenance.



If you can't get out of the joys and sorrows of life after walking through your former residence, then leave my sadness for the time being. (author: chenbohan, doctor of literature, currently working at the center for Chinese Studies Research and exchange)