In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind.
Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn.
-Jie Jiang's "Young Beauty"
One? Ten Niang returns
Her previous life was destined to be like a hydrophilic creeping weed, soft and graceful, pure and pure, wrapped in silver. She laughed, there are fickle lovers in the world. She ran, and heaven sparkled in the sunset. A river of autumn water, gurgling. Her soul is as flashy as a dream. For thirty years, I can't forget the hatred in my previous life, but I can't forget those ungrateful people. She pulled up her skirt, bit her lip and wept silently.
Sleepless underwater. She looked up at the broken moonlight and smiled at the world of mortals. Her clothes were flying and her hair was tangled into algae. Over and over again, dancing for shadows. It was raining in the middle of the night, accompanied by the footsteps of ghosts and ghosts, knocking on the hall door of the water area. He gave her a handsome smile, which looked so beautiful.
He said, water ghost, would you like to come to hell? It's too quiet here.
As soon as she leaned over, the sound of water flowed gently between her sleeves. Since it's a kindness, I'll accept it. She smiled at the thought: give me a day. Tomorrow night, I will definitely come.
The stunning beauty shed her old skirt and put on a plain robe, like a dancing snow butterfly, which surfaced gracefully.
She bought the freedom to re-enter the world at the cost of early reincarnation.
Natural autumn is lonely and bleak, autumn wind whimpers, leaves fall and flowers fly, and the scenery is desolate.
She should be sad for Qiu, but now she can't take care of her. She is going to find someone, someone who has been involved in past lives and wants to settle down in this life.
The sunset wept blood, and she ran desperately on the ground. Time flies from her toes, hissing: Ten Niang returns, returns.
Two? Thirty years, thirty years of heart.
Caotang, a monk's thatched cottage, is a misty and rainy place.
He leaned against the overgrown wooden door and listened to the rain. Every drop, the roof leaks rain, faintly echoing, as if to swing to the farthest horizon. She stopped to stare and froze for a moment. In front of him, his face was covered with dust and his sideburns were Bai Rushuang, and the charming atmosphere of the wine field had disappeared. He has changed so fast that she can't recognize him.
But all this, now, what have you done? She raised her lips and thought it was my hatred carved by time that made you old as rotten wood and barren for life.
She suddenly laughed without restraint, just like the contempt and regret before throwing herself into the water thirty years ago. She reached out her finger to him, hooked it, hooked his soul. His soul is as light as hair and as empty as fog. She didn't care at all, just holding his hanging silver beard around her finger and pulling him across the Cangshan River and the four seasons.
Between heaven and earth, it is full of her wanton laughter like a silver bell: come, son, come.
At the end of the last road is a painted door. Once you step in, it is an endless hell without morning and fainting. She threw him on the abandoned wooden chair, and LengMei watched him touch his sore waist, his shriveled lips trembled, but he didn't speak. Silence is too cheap. Unable to control herself, she raised her hand and pinched his chin. In her frivolous eyes, there was a mixture of love and hate. Do you still remember me Do you remember? When she asked questions, her fingers pinched his face. His temples trembled with sadness, and muddy tears were deep and shallow, filling the ravines carved by years.
His heart expands endlessly, like a river against the current, hitting the stones in his memory. He was led and stumbled, counting the rubble that passed along the road.
Open your lips and think about it: 30 years, I have never forgotten it. Never.
Three? That year.
Memory is like a mirror, seeing the catkins once flying red and the silver flowers once crying. Playing drums and singing in the street and meeting in a dream of red mansions. Beauty is here, and talent follows. The world can see the beauty of a full moon, but can't see the sadness of sitting alone.
Thirty years ago, she was beautiful. She was the flower head of the Jade Garden and was famous for her beauty. How many prodigals look back and envy her white teeth and eyebrows, which is absolutely charming. Men are like flying snow, floating under her satin skirt, smelling pink, greed, full of love and romance.
All the women in Cuiyuan envy her love. Her soft and greasy singing voice, her pipa language that tells the meaning of the world, and her delicate hands that are good at playing the piano, playing chess and painting in ink and wash all make people feel like fairies. But why, will be reduced to a brothel?
Will be reduced to a brothel? Every time she looks at the falling night, she can't help asking herself-why did she end up like this? Mother, family, she doesn't know. Their faces, like sand and mud submerged at the bottom of the water, have never appeared. In her life, a kind mother brought her up until she was ten years old. As a young girl, she couldn't find her way home and was hungry. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the excited big man. The thick black beard made her shrink her neck in fear and hugged her petite body. That man's strength is too great for her to break free. She was picked up by a man and sold in Yingying Yanyan's jade garden. From then on, Du Mu called her Shi Niang, Du Shiniang.
She endured all the pains in her heart and the tricks of fate.
Ten Niang, come out to see the guests. Mother Du's voice rang again, as sweet as sugar. She didn't dare to neglect, pulled a loose bun in front of the mirror and went out to meet the guests.
Ten niang. As soon as an embroidered shoe stepped out of the door, she heard a man calling her name with inexplicable joy. When she saw a strange and familiar face, she was in a trance for no reason, then closed the door and leaned against it.
The room is quiet. You can hear her rapid heartbeat. She runs like a deer. Why do you feel this way? She kept asking herself uneasily.
The first time I saw him, she was picking out hairpins in the street when she suddenly heard a childish voice ringing high in her ear: Mom, Mom, it's him! I got lost that day, and this brother sent me home! She turned her head and saw a child beside her holding a man's sleeve. The man is dressed in brocade, luxurious and elegant, with friendly eyes and a beautiful face. After the mother and son thanked him, she looked at him again, facing his eyes, and her face was slightly peach. She quickly lowered her eyes, picked up the hair clasp and left.
Naturally, she didn't know that he had looked at her for a long time when she didn't notice him, and looked at her for a long time when she left.
Ten Niang, ten Niang, open the door quickly! Li Gongzi is here! Open the door to welcome guests! Mother was so anxious that she burst into the house. She woke up from her memory, turned around and hesitated to open the door-
She saw a pair of excited eyes, like water and rivers and seas, deep and charming.
She and he stared at each other for a long time. Except for Du's mother, she secretly smiled and walked away contentedly.
Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. However, she met him formally in a willow field.
His smile is very gentle, with the infinite warmth of sunrise and spring. He said his surname was Li Mingjia, with the initial. He also asked, what's your name, girl?
Du Qimingna replied. Everyone in the hospital calls me Du Shiniang.
He smiled, his lips were red and his teeth were white. Qi Ming. As the name implies, beauty is more beautiful. Good name.
She smiled, too, carmine as red.
In this way, they talk to each other, or play the piano, or recite poems, or chorus, until the nocturne is over and the lights are brightly lit, then say goodbye. Before leaving, he put a brocade bag in Du's mother's hand and whispered, Don't let Teacher Niang see other guests. I'll come back tomorrow. Mother weighed the weight of the wallet with a smile and nodded to him frequently. He reassured, stepped out of the door and looked back at Du Shiniang with infinite tenderness.
The next day, he came to see her and brought her many precious jewels and hostesses. He dressed her himself and praised her, saying that this girl is rare on earth because it exists in heaven. She pretended to be angry, but her eyes were drunk.
On the third day, he gave her a gorgeous brocade dress. On the fourth day, they enjoyed the moon before the flowers. On the fifth day, they wrote poems to show their talents.
In January, they fell in love. She enjoys the happiness she has never had before, and feels that this feeling can take her away from the dusty land and lead an ordinary husband and wife life. However, he goes back and forth like this every day, spending several times, and the purse around his waist is gradually empty, and his hands should not be moved. He just received a letter from home saying that his father was angry and cut off his financial resources. Here, Du's mother saw his condition getting worse and worse. She used words to urge him to drive him away several times, and then persuaded her teacher. As a result, three people had an argument, which was finally finalized by 320 yuan.
320 pounds is a lot of money for such a disheveled person. He ran around looking for friends, but he could only find half of them. He was a little ashamed of her expectant eyes.
It is easy to find priceless treasures, but not easy to get a heart. She couldn't bear to see him running around again, so she gave him 152. He paid Du Ma, and she was free.
Yes, she is free. It is no longer a canary in a cage for people to watch, but a bird flying in the blue sky.
That night, she wore a gorgeous satin skirt, and the phoenix bun was the golden thread of the snow willow, the first willow in the flower. Ding Mei is jealous of her beauty, and Chrysanthemum should be ashamed when there is heaven. She and he, alone in a room, had a wonderful evening.
The first time I met you, in the crisp cup where I met you for the first time, it was so gentle, beautiful and affectionate that my face flushed when I took a sip. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night. He took a fan and sang the beautiful words of the mountain, indulging in it. She is also a beautiful girl, and it seems that the whole world is dancing for her.
Happiness, if so, even if life is full of twists and turns, I will fall in love with you and smile for you. My love, there is no need for landslides and rivers to dry up, as long as you treat me like before and never give up, and so on.
He discussed it with her and decided to go to Suzhou and Hangzhou resort for seclusion first, and then calculate after his father's anger was slightly reduced. They took a boat and enjoyed the scenery along the way. At night, the boat in the middle of the river is brightly lit, which looks like stars from a distance, like fireflies swaying, and has a special taste. He asked her to sing a song. In the moonlight, his face is handsome and handsome, and his eyes are bright. But she refused, so she played a song with a pipa in her hand, singing: Spring banquet, a glass of green wine, and then a toast to Chen Sanyuan. I hope Lang Jun is a thousand years old. Second, I wish you good health. All three wishes are like beams. See you every year.
The song of the clear moon floated into the boat, which fascinated a man in Sun House. The vulgar feelings belonging to men began to grow wildly.
There is no doubt that he became a third party, a redundant figure between them, and buried their love completely in advance like a nightmare. Irrevocable.
When he first appeared, Sun Fu pretended to sincerely invite him to Lijiazhou for a drink. He peeked at her while talking. Let him know at a glance what a beautiful country is and what a beautiful jade is. The abacus in his heart rang in an instant, and he couldn't help smiling at the plan to win back the beautiful woman. Sun Fu invited him aboard, set dishes and poured wine, and his enthusiasm was hidden. Young, he unconsciously fell into the trap and his own vanity. He, Sun Fu, persuaded Li Jia to help him in the name of kindness, but got his daughter. He doesn't know. He wanted to go home and explain to his father, so he agreed to this condition.
When he got out of the boat, he looked up at the moon, losing money was not profitable. He sighed and went back to her, saying nothing, sitting on the bed in a silly way. She called him, but he didn't answer. He fell asleep without taking off his shoes. She was very unhappy, took off her makeup in front of the mirror, sat next to him and watched him sleep. Suddenly she felt depressed and didn't know what it meant.
In the middle of the night, he woke up and sighed. She lit a red candle and asked him what was bothering him. His forehead sweated and he began to cry. She wanted to know, shook his sleeve and asked him again and again. He was forced to tell her the conversation between two men. When she heard this, it was like a bolt from the blue, and there was a thunder, which made her throw off his sleeve and jump back and forth until she hit the door.
She pointed at him, unable to speak. She was wrong about him. She used to be blind and misjudged her. He finally failed her. Her hopeful heart was shattered by him.
She raised her eyes and stared at the moon, chanting a sentence that made him tremble slightly at the bedside.
Looking out of the window, the hazy moon is like a piece of silver. The night is longer and tighter, and the slave blows away the wind and cloud. Wind, please blow away the dark clouds on the edge of the moon and let it shine where my heart is broken.
She could recite God, but was interrupted by his runny nose. She looked at his pitiful appearance and suddenly sneered: Li Lang, you have a good rest, and I will help you behave tomorrow.
She sat down and dressed herself in a bronze mirror, wearing heavy makeup, which was particularly enchanting.
It was dawn outside the ship, and Sun Fu's children came to wait for the letter. She smiled yingying: Li Gongzi, go and answer quickly. He was radiant, put on his clothes in a hurry and went out. A man named Sun Fu ordered a big box to carry. When she checked, the money was neat and there was no difference. She hooked her lips, handed the box to angel lee, took the basket by herself and taught him to open it one by one. I saw a small box full of jewels and hosta, and a box of night pearls. Everyone was dumbfounded, and the noise continued. In spite of his crying on her leg, she smiled coldly and refused to throw all her treasures into the river.
He kept repenting and cursing. She looked at each other coldly and didn't care.
It's late, Li Lang, Li Gongzi and Li Daguan. I gave my heart, but you failed me for a mere 1200. What happened? It's just that I was wrong about you, wrong about you. This enmity is endless, and this life is endless. I will find you again in the afterlife. She stood at the bow with an empty treasure box in her hand and said her last heartbreaking words.
The fickle feeling becomes affectionate boredom, and the affectionate feeling becomes heartless trouble. He abandoned her and gave her away for money.
Love is so wrong. The life of floating flowers has passed away.
For God's sake, why are you kidding me, Du Shiniang!
She laughed wildly, sharp and painful, and began to surge in the river. Who saved it? Who saved it? She leaned over and drowned herself.
On a cold night, the moon will sink. Nothing can break the soul without asking for it.
Four? Mo huishou
She became a water ghost, wandering at the bottom of the river in those days, hating not fade away. She paid the price of early reincarnation in this life and left the water to find him. His days are gone forever, and he is getting old. She still hates him and takes him to hell to investigate his crimes.
Over and over again. His eyes were red, and his tears kept flowing. I will never forget, never forget.
His memory has not been eroded by years, and it is still vivid. He talked about it from the first meeting until she fell into the water and couldn't find it again. He spoke in great detail. He remembers the love and hate between them so clearly.
She shed two lines of tears, mixed with his muddy tears and wet her skirt. The wind of hell roared past, and the cold breath spread everywhere. He still keeps telling his story: in thirty years, he has three thousand white hairs. A person lying in bed listening to the rain, not sad. Every night, I dream of a woman named Shi Niang and gently call her, come, come. He often walks to the river in the middle of the night and sits on the boat, where the cloud pressure is very low and it always rains suddenly, but he doesn't escape. Listening to the rain hitting the bamboo raft, the sound is endless.
Didi, Didi, her tears really turned into rain. All the hate generated by love was washed away, and her heart was as gentle as water. She walked over, took his chapped hand and led him out of the dark door, across pavilions, flower ponds and waterside pavilions, across Qionglou Yuyu and Heaven and Earth.
The hut is a monk's hut, standing on the ground with his feet ten meters away. She looked at him thoughtfully, took a breath, and his soul slowly approached the body. Her voice rang in the drizzle. Never look back. Never look back.
Five? forget
Forget love, let me see your smiling face in the afterlife.