I married the Zhao family in the first year. At that time, his father was the foreign minister of the Ministry of Rites, and Ming Cheng's father was the assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites. Her husband Zhao Mingcheng, 21, is a student in imperial academy. Zhao and Li are poor and have always been poor and thrifty. On the first and fifteenth day of each month, Ming Cheng asks for leave to go out, puts his clothes in the pawnshop, takes 500 copper coins, and goes into Suoguo Temple to buy inscriptions and fruits. They enjoyed the bought inscriptions together and studied them repeatedly, thinking that husband and wife were as free and happy as Ge's subjects in ancient times.
Two years later, Ming Cheng became an official and vowed to travel all over the world and collect all the ancient Chinese characters, even if it was frugal. Over time, inscriptions have accumulated. Because Zhao Mingcheng's father works in the government, and relatives and friends are in charge of the compilation of credentials and historical records, we can often see lost poems and anecdotes outside the Book of Songs, as well as ancient classics and bamboo slips excavated from the old wall of Lukongfu and the tomb of King Wei Anli in Jixian County, so we try our best to copy them, and gradually feel endless interest, which is difficult to control.
From then on, when you see the paintings and calligraphy of famous people in ancient and modern times, and the strange wares of Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, you will still take off your clothes to pawn them and buy them. I remember that during the Chongning period, a man brought a peony painted by Xu Xi and wanted to sell it for 200,000 yuan. Although he was an official's son at that time, it was hard to prepare 200 thousand copper coins! After playing for two nights, the couple tried their best to raise no money and only returned it to the seller. The couple sighed at each other, but broke up for several days.
Later Ming Cheng dismissed from office and took me back to my hometown in Qingzhou for ten years. The couple live a frugal and carefree life. After Ming Cheng was reinstated, he successively became the magistrate of Laizhou and Zizhou, took out all his salary and engaged in collating and engraving books. Every time we get a book, we will sort it out together, classify it and write the title. Get calligraphy and painting, Yi and Ding antiques, play with them or spread them out for appreciation, and point out their shortcomings. Don't sleep until the candle is burnt out.
Therefore, the collection of ancient books is more exquisite and complete than many collectors. I was born to read widely and know it by heart. After each meal, making tea and Ming Cheng sit in the returning class, pointing to the accumulated book history and saying an allusion on the first line of the first page of a book. They decide the outcome by guessing or not, and then take the outcome as the order of drinking tea. If you guess correctly, you will raise your glass and laugh. You often accidentally pour tea on your chest and skirt, but you can't drink a mouthful. I really want to live like this all my life!
Although life is not very rich, the ideal has never been forgotten. When the collected books meet the requirements, they set up a stack room in the return hall, numbered the big cabinets with the numbers A, B, C and D, and put the books in the middle. If you need to read, open the cupboard with the key, register in the book, and then take out the book you want. If someone damages or stains books, he must be ordered to wipe them clean and correct them, so as to get rid of the previous style of caring about books casually. So I want to be comfortable, but I feel uneasy.
I can't help it anymore. I try to avoid eating a second meat dish, wearing a second dress embroidered with literary colors, avoiding jewelry without pearls and emeralds on my head, and avoiding gold-plated embroidered furniture indoors. When the saved money meets the book you want, as long as it is not incomplete and the ordinary version, you will buy it immediately and save it as a copy. There are two original versions of Zhouyi and Zuozhuan handed down from ancient times, and the text is the most complete. So we put them on several boxes and piled them in pillows. We look forward to it, and this kind of fun far exceeds those who pursue low-level interests such as singing and dancing and fighting dogs.
In the first year of Qin Zongjingkang, Ming Cheng became the magistrate of Zizhou. When he heard that 8 Jin Army had invaded the capital of song dynasty, he was at a loss. He was reluctant to part with a box full of books and was disappointed, knowing that these things would not be his own. In March of the first year of Emperor Gaozong Jianyan, my mother-in-law Mrs. Guo died in Jiankang, and Ming Cheng went to the south to attend the funeral. If all the things can't be taken away, first remove the thick and large prints from the book, then remove the repetitions from the Tibetan paintings, and then remove the ones that are not on the ancient vessels.
Later, imperial academy's engravings in books, mediocre works in picture scrolls and heavy and bulky items in some ancient vessels were removed. After many cuts, fifteen books were loaded. When I arrived in Haizhou, I hired several boats, crossed the Huaihe River and the Yangtze River, and reached Jiankang. At this time, Qingzhou's hometown is still locked with books and things, occupying more than ten houses. I hope to prepare a boat for next spring. In December, the nomads from the army captured Qingzhou, and these dozens of houses were immediately reduced to ashes.
In the autumn and September of the second year of Emperor Gaozong's advice, Ming Cheng seized his feelings and was appointed as the magistrate of Jiankang. In the spring and March of the third year, he was dismissed from office and took a boat to Wuhu. When I arrive in Dangtu, I plan to find a place to live in Ganjiang. In the summer of May, he arrived in Guichi, and the emperor appointed him as the magistrate of Huzhou by decree, requiring him to appear before the temple. So we put our home in Guichi for the time being, and he went to court alone.
On June 13, I began to pack my bags and disembark. Dressed in summer clothes, he turned up the headscarf on his forehead and sat on the shore, looking like a tiger. His bright eyes stared straight at the people and said goodbye to the ship. At the moment, I am in a bad mood and shout, "I heard that the city is in an emergency. What should I do?" He held out two fingers and promised at a distance, "Go with the flow. As a last resort, we had to throw away the parcel box first, then clothes and bedding, then books, and finally antiques. It's just that the sacrificial vessels and ritual vessels of those ancestral temples must be carried on our backs so that they can live with themselves. Don't forget! " Say and ride away.
I kept running all the way, braving the heat and getting sick. Arriving at Jiankang where the emperor was stationed, he suffered from malaria. At the end of July, a letter came from home saying that he was ill. I'm surprised and scared. I thought Ming Cheng had been impatient, but he got malaria. Sometimes when you have a fever, you will definitely take cold medicine, and your condition is worrying. So I took a boat to the east and drove 300 miles a day and night. Only when he arrived did he know that he had taken a lot of cold medicines such as Bupleurum and Scutellaria, and malaria and dysentery made him terminally ill. I couldn't help crying, and I didn't have the heart to ask about the funeral. On August 18, he stopped getting up, picked up a pen and wrote a poem, and died. Besides, there is no such thing as "selling incense"
After burying him, I don't know where to go. In July of three years, the emperor scattered all the concubines in the harem, and heard that the Yangtze River was going to be banned. At that time, there were 20,000 books and 2,000 golden stone carvings at home. All utensils and bedding can be used by hundreds of people; Other items, the quantity is equivalent to this. I have had another serious illness, and I have only one breath left. The situation is getting more and more tense. I think Ming Cheng has a brother-in-law who is an assistant minister of the Ministry of War. Currently working as a harem guard in Nanchang.
I'll send two old butlers to deliver his luggage in batches first. Who knows that in winter and December, the Jin people captured Nanchang again, so these things were gone. The so-called books that have been transported across the Yangtze River have disappeared like clouds, leaving only a few thin scrolls, as well as poems and songs by Li Bai, Du Fu, Han Yu and Liu Zongyuan, Shi Shuo Xin Yu Yan Tie Lun, dozens of stone carvings in Han and Tang Dynasties, more than a dozen pieces of Li Ding in three generations, and several boxes of southern Tang books. Enjoy it occasionally when you are sick and move around in the bedroom. It can be said that you are alone.
Since I can't go to the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and the enemy's dynamics are unpredictable, I have a brother named Li Wei who took refuge in him when I was an official in the DPRK. I rushed to Taizhou, and the Taizhou satrap had escaped; I returned to Shan County, left Zhou Mu, lost my clothes and rushed to Huangyan, hired a boat to go to sea and followed the circuit court. At this time, Emperor Gaozong was stationed in Zhang 'an Town, Taizhou. So I followed the imperial ship from the sea to Wenzhou and then to Yuezhou. In December of four years, the emperor ordered the officials below Lang Guan to disperse, and I arrived in Quzhou. In the spring of the first year of Shaoxing, he returned to Yuezhou; Two years later, I went to Hangzhou again.
When my late husband was seriously ill, a bachelor, Zhang Feiqing, came to see him with a jade pot and immediately took it away. In fact, it is carved from a beautiful jade. I don't know who spread it, so there is a saying in the rumor that money is given to people. He also said that someone secretly went to the table to report impeachment. I was too scared to speak or forget it. I'll take out all the bronzes and other antiques at home and prepare to throw them into the outer court in charge of the national treasure. I arrived in Yuezhou, and the emperor was very lucky. I dare not leave things with me, and even wrote a book to stay in Shan County.
Later, when the loyalists searched for the defected soldiers, they took them away. I heard that they are all the homes of former general Li. There is no doubt that the so-called "lonely existence" has been removed by 56/ 10. There are only calligraphy, painting and ink, and there are still five or six baskets left, so I can't bear to put them anywhere else. I often hide them under the bed and take care of them myself. When I was in Yuezhou, I stayed at Zhong's house, a local resident. Suddenly one night, someone dug a hole in the wall and carried five baskets. I am very sad, and I am determined to offer a large reward for my redemption.
Two days later, my neighbor Zhong Fuhao offered a reward for eighteen-axis paintings and calligraphy, and I realized that the thief was not far from me. I tried my best to beg him, but I refused to take out the rest. Today, I learned that Wu Shuo, a Fujian transshipment judge, bought it at a low price. The so-called "lonely existence" has been removed by this time. There are one or two books left, and three or five kinds of incomplete books. How stupid I am to cherish a mediocre book post like protecting my heart and eyes!
Today, I accidentally read this book "Records of Scholars", as if I saw a dead relative. Then, I remembered that Ming Cheng had just bound a book in Jingzhitang, Laizhou, inserted a non-success sign, tied a light green belt, and made a book for every ten volumes. Every night, when the officials are separated, he arranges two volumes of books and writes a postscript. Of these 2000 volumes, 502 are inscribed. Now his handwriting is as good as new, but the tree in front of the tomb can still hold hands. Sad!
In the past, when the capital Gangneung fell, Emperor Xiao Yi of Liang Yuan burned140,000 books instead of lamenting the country's demise. Yang Guang and Yang Di were destroyed in Jiangdu. He didn't die, but got back the books carried by the Tang people after his death. Can what human nature focuses on transcend life and death and never forget it? Or does God think that my qualifications are too poor to enjoy these rare things? Or knowingly, cherish these things and refuse to stay in the world? Why is it so hard to get and so easy to lose?
Alas! Lu Ji wrote for twenty years, and I was two years younger than him and married to the Zhao family. Qu Boyu walked at the age of 50 and realized that he was 49. Now I am two years older than him: in these thirty-four years, how much trouble and gain! However, it is common sense of human beings that what is gained must be lost, and what is gained must be gained. If someone loses his bow, someone always gets it. Why bother? So I described the whole story of this book with a little care, and I also wanted to leave a lesson for future generations.
In the second year of Shaoxing, Tai Sui was in Benevolence. On the first day of August, Jiayin was inscribed in Yi 'an Room.