The woodcutter's poem

In his later years, Li Bai was politically frustrated. With a melancholy mood, he traveled to Xuancheng, Nanling, Shexian (in Anhui), quarrying and other places, writing poems, drinking and roaming famous mountains and rivers.

One morning, as usual, Li Bai was buying wine in a hotel on the street in Shexian County when he suddenly heard someone ask in the woodshed next door, "Old man, how can you pick so much firewood at your age?" Where do you live? "

The answer is hearty laughter. Then, I heard someone shouting:

"Selling at a negative salary, selling wine in the west.

Excuse me, where is home? Go through the clouds into the jade! "

Li Bai was surprised. Who is this? Unexpectedly, I sang such a touching poem casually! He asked the bartender, who told him: This is an old man named Xu Xuanping. He hates the government, sees through the secular world and lives in seclusion in the mountains, but no one knows which mountain he lives in. Recently, he often travels around here. Every day at dawn, he saw Chai Jin Town with flower spoons and bamboo sticks hanging on the firewood. He drank while selling firewood, and when he was drunk, he sang poems along the way. Passers-by think he is crazy.

Li Bai thought: Isn't this the same "poetry idiot" as himself? He turned to go out at once, only to see the old man on the street bridge. Although he walked very hard, Li Bai couldn't catch up anyway.

Catch up with the small bridge, cross the bamboo forest and bypass the tributaries of the river. Li Bai is so tired that his back aches and his legs ache. By the time he looked again, the old man had already disappeared. Li Bai sighed: "I really met a fairy!" "

He lifted his robe and hurried on, but he still didn't see the old man and had to come back disappointed.

That night, Li Bai couldn't sleep, recalling that he hadn't made many real poetry friends except Du Fu for most of his life. I didn't expect to meet such a poet today, but the opportunity can't be missed. I have to find him!

The next day, Li Bai waited at the gate of Chai Caohang until sunset, and there was no trace of the old man.

On the third day, the fourth day, I failed every day.

On the fifth morning, Li Bai picked up the hip flask and set off with dry food. He made up his mind that if he couldn't find the old man, he would die in the mountains here.

Over the hill full of wild flowers, across the swift stream, through the thorns, for more than a month, I still haven't seen the shadow of the old man. Li Bai is a little discouraged. At this moment, he remembered his mother-in-law who used an iron pestle to grind needles when she was a teenager. My mother-in-law put it well: "As long as you have the determination, the iron pestle is ground into a needle." If you want to find the old man, it depends on your perseverance. Thinking of this, Li Bai tightened his belt, gritted his teeth and walked on. Tired, lie on the rock and sleep for a while; When you are hungry, pick a handful of wild fruits to satisfy your hunger; When you are addicted to alcohol, you can have a nice drink with a hip flask.

That night, the sunset glow dyed the sky red, and the clear spring and the bamboo set each other off, which was particularly beautiful. Li Bai misses the old man so much that he can't enjoy the scenery. He dragged his tired body and limped to the foot of Ziyang Mountain near Huangshan Mountain. Turning the mountain pass, I saw a boulder standing in front of me, which seemed to be engraved with words. Li Bai forgot his fatigue and jumped on him to identify him carefully. Oh, it turned out to be a poem:

"Thirty years of seclusion, built room nanshan.

Play with the bright moon in the quiet night and drink Biquan at leisure.

The woodcutter sings on the ridge, and the valley birds play in front of the rocks.

I don't know how old I am, but I forgot the year of Jiazi. "

After reading it three times in a row, Li Bai lost his voice and cried, "Wonderful! Wonderful! What a fairy voice! " I thought to myself: when I see the old man, I must worship him three times and ask for advice. Although I have been dealing with poetry for decades, it is really the first time for me to appreciate this poem with the fragrance of wild flowers.

He turned around and saw a pile of rice lying on the flat ground next to the cliff stone. It seems that it must be Lao Xu Man Xuanping. Li Bai simply squatted aside, enjoying the scenery in the mountains, while waiting for the old man to harvest food.

When it was dark, Li Bai suddenly heard the sound of knocking from the foot of the mountain. He looked inside and saw a boat rowing on the river below, and an old man with a flowing beard stood at the bow and paddled. Li Bai stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, old man, where is Xu Xuanping's home?"

It turns out that this old man is Lao Xu Man Xuanping whom Li Bai is looking for. Last time I saw Li Bai wearing a royal robe, I thought the court sent someone to ask him to be an official, so I never wanted to go to Shexian again. Unexpectedly, this person actually followed. At this time, the old man glanced at Li Bai, pointed to the fence with his finger and casually replied: "A bamboo pole at the door is Xu Weng's home!" "

Li Bai looked up at the lush mountains and asked, "There are bamboos everywhere. Where can I find them? "

The old man looked at the dusty and sweaty guest again and asked, "Are you ..."

"I am Li Bai." Say, a deep yi.

The old man froze: "Are you Li Bai? Are you Li Bai? "

Li Bai quickly explained his purpose.

Hearing this, the old man arched his hands and said, "Oh, you are a poet today! I am just a drop in the sea of poetry. How can you find a drop of water from this sea for advice? Really unworthy, unworthy! " Say that finish, prop up the boat and walk back.

Li Bai grabbed the old man's sleeve and begged, "Old man, it's been three months. I've been looking for you everywhere, and I finally met my teacher. Can't you send me back? "

Li Bai's sincere words touched the old man's heart. The two men looked at each other for a long time, and the old man suddenly grabbed Li Bai and jumped into the boat.

Since then, people often sit on the big bluestone beside the stream with the white old man, drinking and reciting poems, whether in the morning glow or in the afterglow of the sunset. Laughter and the noise of the waterfall blend together and are sent hundreds of miles away with the stream. ...

Today, when many tourists come to Huangshan Mountain, they always like to follow the gurgling stream to trace Li Bai.

Did you get a look at him? Passing Hutouyan, there is a huge stone engraved with the word "drunken stone" under the singing string spring. Legend has it that Li Bai and the old man enjoy the mountain scenery here, drinking and reciting poems. They often use nearby spring water to clean wine glasses, so this spring water is called "cup-washing spring".