--- title: "平山堂圖志 · 明月樓" description: "平山堂圖志由清代趙之璧編撰，是一部記錄江蘇揚州平山堂及周邊佛教景觀的專志。該書成於乾隆時期，詳載平山堂的歷史沿革、建築布局、文物古蹟及相關詩文軼事。內容融合佛教寺院與文人雅集傳統，展現清代江南佛教與文化的交融。作為地方佛教史志的重要文獻，它為研究清代佛教建築、地域文化及士人佛教信仰提供了珍貴史料，在佛教地理志中具有獨特地位。" url: "https://rushiwowen.co/en/r/cmgn4b0ci0uymk104f5ykc57t" --- 元盛時，揚州有趙氏者，富而好客，其家有明月樓人作春題，多未當其意。一日，趙子昂過揚，主人知之，迎至樓上，盛筵相欵，酒半出紙筆求作春題。子昂援筆書云：春風閬苑三千客，明月揚州第一樓。主人得之甚喜盡徹席間銀器以贈貫雲石亦有詞咏樓調寄水龍吟云：晚來北海風沈滿樓明月留人住。橘花香外，玉笙初響。修眉如妬十二闌干等閒隔斷人間風雨，望畫橋檐影，紫芝塵暖，又喚起登臨趣。回首西山南浦問雲物為誰掀舞關河？如此不堪騎鶴儘堪來去水落湖平小衾轉已非吾土且從容對酒龍香涴繭寫平山賦。詞林紀事 > During the Yuan dynasty's heyday, there was a wealthy man surnamed Zhao in Yangzhou who was known for his generosity and hospitality. He had a tower called the Moonlight Tower, and although many had written spring couplets for it, none quite satisfied him. One day, Zhao Ziang passed through Yangzhou, and the host, hearing of his arrival, invited him up to the tower, where a lavish banquet was prepared in his honor. Midway through the festivities, the host brought out writing materials and requested a spring couplet. Zhao Ziang took up his brush and wrote: "Spring breeze fills the garden with three thousand guests; Moonlight shines upon Yangzhou's foremost tower." The host was overjoyed and, as a token of gratitude, presented him with all the silverware from the banquet. Guan Yanshi also composed a ci poem in praise of the tower, set to the tune "Water Dragon's Chant": "At dusk, the north wind settles, The tower is filled with moonlight, bidding guests to stay. Beyond the fragrance of tangerine blossoms, A jade flute begins to sound. Her slender brows seem to envy— Twelve balustrades that easily cut off The wind and rain of the mortal world. Gazing at the rainbow bridge's shadowed eaves, The purple mushrooms warm the dust, Again stirring the urge to climb and gaze afar. Looking back over the western hills and southern shores— For whom do the clouds and mists dance so wildly? Rivers and passes are as they are, Not worthy of riding cranes, Yet still fitting for coming and going. When the waters recede and lakes grow calm, The small quilt has turned— No longer is this my homeland. So let us leisurely raise our cups to wine, While dragon's fragrance seeps into the silk, Writing this ode to Pingshan." From the "Record of Ci Poetry Events"