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有个搞笑的大师叫启功(节选)

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    启功先生扬名不在于他是雍正皇帝八代玄孙,也不在他是北京师范大学的资深教授,在于他的书法艺术、古代书画碑帖鉴定和古文学研究。在这几个领域中,除了给人庄重深厚严谨脱俗感觉之外,和搞笑没有什么关系。不过启功老爷子确实搞笑,太搞笑了。

    (一)和自己搞笑

    启功先生2005年去世,在结发妻子于1975年病逝不久,也就是他六十六岁时,自撰墓志铭:“中学生,副教授。博不精,专不透。名虽扬,实不够。高不成,低不就。瘫趋左,派曾右。面微圆,皮欠厚。妻已亡,并无后。丧犹新,病照旧。六十六,非不寿。八宝山,渐相凑。计平生,谥曰陋。身与名,一齐臭。”没有人像启功那样,提前27年用搞笑的打油诗给自己盖棺定论,如今这打油诗一样的墓志铭永久地凿刻在先生的墓碑上了。

    说到死,就有鬼,鬼文化也是国学中的一大块。长江边上丰都鬼城也越来越火爆,不知先生是否去过丰都鬼城,但是他和鬼也搞笑,有诗曰:“昔有见鬼者,自言不畏葸,向他摆事实,向他讲道理,你是明日我,我是昨日你,鬼心大悦服,彼此皆欢喜”。一个“明日我”“昨日你”,把永不同轨的阴阳两界炫耀成一道彩虹。

    身为雍正皇帝八代孙,启功先生拒绝爱新觉罗之姓,说爱新觉罗根本不是姓,是前清满族人部落的称呼,相当于现在住宅小区的称谓,坚持自己:“姓启名功”。凡有不明事理写信曰“爱新觉罗·启功收”者,一律不开封,并在信封上赫然写着“查无此人,敬请退回”,有好事者究问为什么,答曰:“不信,请人去派出所户籍处查,保证无此人”。

   (二)和工作搞笑

    大学党组织积极发展党员,某教授申请加入,组织上准备接受他,想通过他来做老师们的思想工作,起到以点带面的效果。有领导走访启功先生征求意见。先生若有所思,没有对某教授给予正面点评,反而娓娓道来:“本来一棵树上好好待着几只鸟,结果树上不见得多了一只鸟,而可能所有鸟都飞走了”,来人遂心领神会去也。

启功先生从一职位上退下,竞争上岗的人数不少,替补人选一时难以定夺。相关领导问先生意见,先生本不想介入此事,半开玩笑回说:“不如抓阄。”一位竞争者听说后颇为不满,连夜造访质问:“如此大事怎能玩笑对待,岂不对我等太不尊重了吗?”颇有兴师问罪之状。先生立马回答:“怎么能说不尊重?西藏达赖、班禅转世不也要通过金瓶掣签这种抓阄方式来决定吗?”来者一时语塞,只好寒暄而去。

    (三)和学生搞笑

    文革后北师大第一批研究生毕业,几个同学去拜访启功先生。一位四川籍同学说回四川大学谋职,先生自告奋勇说可以写一封推荐信,说着就退到小书桌提笔铺纸写起来。同学们继续聊天,没几句,先生已经写好。展开一读,竟是一片古朴典雅语言精美朗朗上口的骈体文,在座同学无不惊呼赞叹。先生徐徐说道:“这没什么,是我的强项,其实我最适合做一名专起草文书的僚员”。

    一个博士毕业生回忆:1991年1月17日,美国向伊拉克宣战,是日正逢我博士论文答辩。答辩席上坐着北大、中国社科院的名流,气氛紧张,他不禁手心出汗。启功先生第一个向我提问,但却很突兀:“打起来没有啊?”,我答:“打起来了!”,全场哄堂大笑,气氛活跃,我也为之精神一振,对答如流,顺利过关。先生这也许叫玩世,但我理解先生,他把这些都视为仪式,在他内心深处有着真正的严肃

   (四)和病痛搞笑

    先生晚年,多有病痛,颈椎骨质增生导致头晕,开始不大去医院,一旦去了,搞笑打油诗也就来了。《沁园春·病》:

    旧病重来,依样葫芦,地复天翻。怪非观珍宝,眼球震颤;未逢国色,魂魄拘挛。郑重要求,“病魔足下,可否虚衷听一言?亲爱的,你何时与我,永断牵缠?”多蒙友好相怜,劝努力精心治一番。只南行半里,首都医院,纵无特效,姑且周旋。奇事惊人,大夫高叫:“现有磷酸组织胺。别害怕,虽药称剧毒,管保平安。”

    后来做了颈椎牵引术,躺在牵引床上,又作西江月:“七节颈椎生刺,六斤铁饼栓牢。长绳牵系两三条,头上几根活套。虽不轻松愉快,略同锻炼晨操。洗冤录里每篇瞧,不见这般上吊。

    启功先生也被人们称为大师,不知道值几多金银。每当听到有人尊称他“大师”,便说:“你们少说了一个‘反犬旁’。我是那个‘狮’。”说完向人做狮吼状。在我看来,他给后世留下了一片无边的心海和众多灿烂的汉字书法,而不是许多是是非非!

(选自《读者》2009年第9期)

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    It was an autumn morning shortly after my husband and I moved into our first house. Our children were upstairs unpacking, and I was looking out of the window at my father moving around mysteriously on the front lawn. “What are you doing out there?” I called to him.

    He looked up, smiling. “I'm making you a surprise.” I thought it could be just about anything. When we were kids, he always created something surprising for us. Today, however, Dad would say no more, and caught up in the busyness of our new life, I eventually forgot about his surprise.

    Until one gloomy day the next March when I glanced out of the window, I saw a dot of blue across the yard. I headed outside for a closer look. They were crocuses (番红花)throughout the front lawn — blue, yellow and my favorite pink, with little faces moving up and down in the cold wind. I remembered the things Dad secretly planted last autumn. He knew how the darkness and dullness of winter always got me down. What could have been more perfectly timely to my needs?

    My father's crocuses bloomed (开花) each spring for the next five seasons, always bringing the same assurance: Hard times are almost over. Hold on, keep going, and light is coming soon.

    Then a spring came with only half the usual blooms and the next spring there were none. I missed the crocuses, so I would ask Dad to come over and plant new bulbs. But I never did. He died suddenly one October day. My family were in deep sorrow, leaning on our faith.

    On a spring afternoon four years later, I was driving back when I felt depressed. It was Dad's birthday, and I found myself thinking about him. This was not unusual — my family often talked about him, remembering how he lived up to his faith. Suddenly I slowed as I turned into our driveway. I stopped and stared at the lawn. There on the muddy grass with small piles of melting snow, bravely waving in the wind, was one pink crocus.

    How could a flower bloom from a bulb more than 18 years ago, one that hadn't bloomed in over a decade? But there was the crocus. Tears filled my eyes as I realized its significance.

    Hold on, keep going, and light is coming soon. The pink crocus bloomed for only a day, but it built my faith for a lifetime.