The main content of Yuanyuan Tang's prose

Yuanyuantang Prose Collection is Mr. Feng Zikai's main prose collection. 1927, Feng Zikai converted to Master Hongyi and held a ceremony at his residence in Li Yongyi, Jiangwan. Feng Zikai also asked Master Hongyi to name his residence. Feng Zikai wrote many words that he liked and could match each other on a small piece of paper, made many small paper balls, scattered them on the altar in front of the statue of Sakyamuni, drew them twice, opened them with the word "yuan", and named the apartment "Tang".

Please ask Master Hongyi to write the banner of "Yuanyuantang" immediately. After several migrations, "Yuanyuantang" was built behind the old house in Shimenwan, my hometown, on 1933.

Feng Zikai is a famous local cartoonist and essayist in the history of modern painting and literature in China. 1898 was born in Shimen bay, Tongxiang county, Zhejiang province, and lived there for 17 spring and autumn. The local customs of his hometown left an indelible impression on him.

The book is full of cartoons with strong local customs, profound prose with profound implications, supplemented by photographic pictures of the unique natural features and folk customs of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, which makes friends who love water town literature touch the heartstrings and feel more cordial.

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You are a ghost. In the 15th year of the Republic of China, Master Hongyi and I lived in a rented house in Li Yongyi, Jiangwan. One day, I wrote many words that I like and can match each other on a small piece of paper, made many small paper balls, scattered them on the altar in front of the statue of Sakyamuni, and drew lots twice. All the words are Yuan, so I named you Yuan Yuan Tang.

Immediately ask Master Hongyi to write a banner for you, pay Jiuhuatang to frame it and hang it in the rented room in Jiangwan. This is the beginning of your spiritual existence. Later, I moved to Jiaxing and Shanghai, and you followed me, just like going hand in hand. As for eight years.

In the spring of 22 years of the Republic of China, I just took shape for you. My hometown, Meishan Long, Shimenwan, behind my old house, three tall buildings were built, and you fell to the ground. The banner written by Master Hongyi is too small. I'll ask Mr Ma Yifu to sign it for you. Teacher Ma wrote you three big characters, followed by a poem:

The painter's view of this enlightenment is lifeless.

One color and one fragrance, the middle way, that is, this xx must stop.

You might as well draw the void with colored strokes, and the wonderful use begins with illusion.

The first sentence added a meaningful explanation to the name I accidentally picked up. I was very happy, so I decorated it for you: I'm going to build a ginkgo board for decades, and ask the carver to engrave it and make it into a plaque. One day, I hung a colored ball on this plaque, hanging high in your center. At this time, I think you must be happier than me.

Later, I asked the master to write ten similes of great wisdom on a big screen, which was framed by Han in Hangzhou and hung on both sides of you. Under the plaque, there is an old plum hall painted by Wu Changshuo. Next to nave, there is also a couplet written by Master Hongyi, which reads "Hua Yan Jing": "If you want to be a master of various laws, you must feel a painter." On the side of the big couplet, there is a small couplet written by myself, which uses Du Fu's poem: "When the general is grounded for a while, he often comes to talk about the new nest."

The central room, with these kinds of wall decorations, has no other trivial hanging objects, dignified and natural, and is very harmonious with your personality. Mo Bao by Shen Zhipei and some ancient paintings are hung in the East Room.

To the west, it's my south study. In addition to the books on the four walls, Master Hongyi's long vice hangs on the organ. The text says, "the true view is pure, and the wisdom is wide; Sanskrit and tidal sounds are better than other world sounds. " Recently, a pair of small pairs written by myself was hung on the opposite side, using a poem by Wang's sister Chang 'an Jun: "An careless cup and plate is used to laugh, and a faint lamp will make you talk for a lifetime."

"Because there is no electric light in my house, (because the electric light went out at eleven o'clock and there is no fire meter) we use kerosene lamps. Relatives and old friends often come to my house to chat for a lifetime, except for tea, which is to have a drink until the lights are on. The dim and peaceful luminosity of the oil lamp and the affinity of your building have enveloped the feelings of the people in the seat, making them relaxed and happy, talking and laughing. So I think the oil lamp is in harmony with all of you.

In a word, I will give you a model and pay attention to your harmony. Because you are in Shimen Bay, an antique town, I won't wear a dress for you, but the most reasonable finery for you, so that you can live in harmony with the environment. Because you don't wear a dress, I won't provide you with modern furniture, but ask the carpenter to draw the most reasonable Chinese furniture, so that you can completely reconcile inside and outside.

I remember one time, a friend in Shanghai bought me a carved tea tray of a man in black and told me to put it next to the sofa chair in my room. I politely declined. Because I think this furniture is very uncoordinated with your whole body, and it is even more against your spirit. Your whole body is simple, simple, solid and reasonable; This thing is strange and light.

Your spirit is peaceful and happy. This thing treats slaves as figurines, which is cruel and inhuman. Things like this are not allowed in Yuanyuan Hall. Therefore, you are a work of art with complete harmony between spirit and flesh! Although I have only been with you for five years, these five years of life really remind me:

In spring, two double peaches stand guard in front of your door, and their heads are full of flowers. Inside the door, vermicelli reflects the wall, and roses line the green leaves. The swing in the yard stood gracefully, and the iron horse under the eaves sang quietly. There was a whisper in front of the hall, and the sound of making scissors came from the window. I will never forget this peaceful and happy scene.

In summer, red cherries and green plantains form a strong contrast in front of the main hall, suggesting impermanence. The new leaves on the grape shed turn the characters in the room into cyan, adding a layer of painting. Looking at the jagged figure outside the curtain, there are often happy laughter on the swing frame. Just before I came in, I picked a bear named "Xincheng Peach" and another bear named "Tongxiang Drunk".

Cried in front of the hall: "Watermelon is open!" In an instant, many brothers and sisters came out upstairs and downstairs. In the evening, a guest came and immediately sat down for a drink in the shadow of a banana. I will never forget this happy and carefree life.

In autumn, banana leaves hang high on the wall, and overlapping green curtains are built in front of the hall. The children kept climbing up and down the ladder under the grape shed. There is a jar of local grapes on the table by the window. At night, the bright moon shines on the tall building, and the cement downstairs is like a lake. The autumn insects on the four walls sing in unison, which sounds like an orchestra on the pillow. I will never forget this carefree situation.

In winter, tall buildings facing south bask in the sun all day. The tea soup kept frying in the warm charcoal stove. My family has a table sitting in the sun and eating rice in winter. After dinner, everyone sweated and took off their clothes. There are many dried taro in the porch, two or three jars of new rice wine in the corner, and thousands of homemade stinky tofu and mold in the cupboard.

On Saturday night, the children accompany me to write late into the night. They often simmer some rice cakes on the stove and cook some eggs on the foreign stove to satisfy their hunger in winter nights. I will never forget this warm and comfortable interest.

You are my resting place. You are where I belong. I just want to spend my old age in your arms, and I will die in the bed on your right. Who knows that you were less than six years old, and suddenly you were devastated by a tyrannical enemy, leaving me homeless and never seeing you again!

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