歷史名人回顧💫從藝術才子到一代高僧，弘一法師的傳奇人生😁👍👉 #新瑞大視野

In the autumn of 1942, after an old man died of a fire, his ashes contained more than 1,800 shells of shellite. Before his death, the old man was filled with tears. He said, the reason why he cried was not because he missed his family, but because he remembered the things he regretted in his life. Before his death, he wrote a four-character poem, called, The Heart of Sorrow. Before his death, the old man specifically told his disciples, after the fire was extinguished, remember to put a wave of water under the four feet of the shelf in the ashes, so as not to pass by the insects that have climbed up to burn to death, and harm their innocent lives. For a hundred years, there has never been a death as merciful and carefree as this. He is Master Hongyi. Before he became a monk, he was called Li Shutong. Some people say that he is the closest person to us in this era. In the history of Chinese culture for a hundred years, there was such a Li Shutong. This in itself is an incredible cultural miracle. Luohui painting, he is called the ancestor of Chinese oil painting. He is the first painter to use the model of model teaching. He is the first painter to introduce western painting knowledge in China. In terms of music, he is the editor of China's first music journal, a music magazine. He is the first in China to use a five-string score. He is the first in China to promote the king of Western instruments, the piano. He is the first person to be introduced to China in Western music. He wrote a poem, Farewell Song, which moved several generations of Chinese people. In terms of drama, he is the pioneer of Chinese drama movement. He is the pioneer of Chinese drama. He founded China's first drama group, Chunliuse. In terms of calligraphy, his calligraphy is clear, and you can see the style in the bitterness. Lu Xun is proud of his collection of calligraphy. In terms of calligraphy, he is the elder of Xiling Printing House. In terms of calligraphy, he has been teaching all his life from the north to the south, and has traveled all over the world. In terms of calligraphy, after he returned to Buddhism, he was stubborn and hard-working, and was honored as the 11th generation ancestor of the Luzong Emperor. Writer Lin Yitang said, Li Shutong is one of the most talented geniuses in our age. He is also the most strange person, the most ritualistic and the most independent person. He once belonged to our era, but he finally abandoned this era, and jumped out of the red city. When Zhang Ailin, the proud Confucianist, walked outside the courtyard of the Confucianist Monastery, he bowed his head and said, I am such a predecessor. His student Feng Zikai commented that Li Shutong only has eight words. He is a person like a person. In 1918, Li Shutong was dressed in sea green, wearing blind shoes, and became a monk in Hangzhou Hupao Temple, and was nicknamed the Confucianist Monk. There is no dualism in the world, and it does not fail the Confucianism, it does not fail love. A half-worldly gentleman from then on, turned around and left a half-worldly void. A few weeks later, he saw his wife for the last time by the West Lake. His wife asked, Shutong, he said, please call me Hongyi. His wife said, Master Hongyi, please tell me what love is. He replied, love is compassion. His wife cried bitterly, compassion for the world, why do you only hurt me? However, the only thing that answered him was the dust floating in the West Lake. In fact, Li Shutong has been saying goodbye all his life. Young father, young mother. Especially in the winter of 1914, on a snowy dusk, his best friend Xu Huanyuan ran to Li Shutong's yard and shouted out loud. Brother Shutong, my family went bankrupt, I'm going to die, I'm leaving. When Li Shutong opened the door, he didn't see Xu Huanyuan, he only saw a row of deep footprints in the snow. Li Shutong remembered all his relatives and friends who had left in this life, and wrote a poem with a cold tear. Outside the long pavilion, on the edge of the ancient road, the grass must be connected to the sky. The evening wind blows the flute, the mountain outside the mountain. The teeth of the sky, the feet of the earth, the friendship of the soul. A pot of wine is quiet and happy, don't be cold tonight. When will you come? Don't wander when you come. If you also want to get close to Li Shutong, want to know the Red Clothing Master, I also want to recommend a book to you. There is nothing in life that cannot be put down. This book is worth reading one word at a time. Your tears will come out of your eyes. Half is prosperity, half is monk. The world is in the house of Li Shutong.