works
There are poems about rolling flowers and rolling curtains, poems about snow in southern Hunan, poems about drinking and reading Sao Tu Qu, and poems about Hualian Bookstore. It can be found in two episodes: Collection of Elegant Sounds under the Forest, Collection of Beautiful Words in a Random Play Room, Continuation of Four Books and Zaju in Qing Dynasty. Yilin, Hangzhou Official Records, Poems in the West Tomb, Essays in Yu Qiu Temple, An Overview of Poets in the Qing Dynasty, Description of Paintings, and Poems by Celebrities.
life experience
Wu Zao was twenty-two when she got married. According to the custom at that time, her family and her husband's family were wealthy businessmen, and their marriage naturally flourished. The wedding banquet was a big sedan chair carried by sixteen people, decorated with colorful gold, firecrackers and drums resounded through the sky, and the farewell dowry was arranged for several miles. That scene is really impressive.
The bride Wu Zao is unhappy. She is not shy and delicate like the average bride, full of excitement and longing. She looks weak and depressed. She seems to have guessed her future life, and everything will be unremarkable.
In the eyes of others, Wu Zao is really a person living in honey juice. My father is a wealthy silk merchant. He values his daughter more than his eyes. She grew up with the affection of her parents and was carefree. Although the wedding date was delayed a little, after all, she married a large family of Zhumen, rich and worried about everything. She takes good care of her new wife. What is Wu Zao dissatisfied with? But she felt sorry. It's not someone else's heart, nor is it forced by parents. To say the reason, Wu Zao can only blame the heart for being higher than the sky.
The Wu family lives in the east of Renhe County, adjacent to the former residence of the great poet Li E, perhaps out of admiration for the celebrities next door. Wu Zao's father is an out-and-out businessman, but he is particularly interested in scholarly and elegant things. Wu Zao, the daughter of Wu Zao, has been extremely clever since she was a child. Five Blessingg attached great importance to her and invited a famous teacher to teach her how to read, write poems and lyrics, play the piano, compose music and draw pictures.
Wu Zao didn't disappoint his father. By the time he was in his prime, he had mastered poetry, calligraphy and painting, especially the lyrics. In this superior family, Wu Zao's childhood and adolescence are not only sweet and pleasant, but also interesting. Playing the piano under the moon, enjoying plums in the snow, talking with flowers and whispering with swallows can all be seen in her dreams:
Swallows don't go with spring, but fly into the depths of embroidered curtains and whisper for a long time. Why don't they live together?
Wait, wait, and answer him with a smile: "No!"
Back to Yan Yan, this carefree little girl has grown up gradually, and her heart is also big. Wu Zao began to have some dissatisfaction with the small world in which he lived. From the book, she learned that many literary talents like to get together to recite poems and write lyrics. They can not only sing together, but also point out and comment on each other. The weather is fine, the wine is light and the tea is fragrant, and three or five friends, poetry answers. She yearns for that kind of life very much; In Renhe, a small county town, there is no literary meeting organized by girlfriends. It is considered rude for a big girl to appear in public, and there is absolutely no one among her family, relatives and friends who can accompany her to talk about poetry. She can only sing alone and admire her talent, so her poems are inevitably filled with melancholy. Su Mu revealed such feelings in the velvet wadding:
Bend, sink, still spring, still spring;
Red everywhere, green everywhere, green trees everywhere.
Liu, Huang Shimei
In a blink of an eye, Wu Zao is not only talented and affectionate, but also has a superior family. He is also very elegant and handsome, and should be the darling of "a thousand people admire him and a hundred people ask for help". In fact, people who come to the Wu family to ask for relatives really stepped on the threshold. Because the Wu family is a wealthy businessman, people are busy talking about marriage, so most of them are dude. Wu Zao thought that they had no ink in their chests and shook their heads and refused. Renhe county has limited talents, some families are poor, and some study hard. No one thought that there was a talented woman hiding in the home of a businessman named Wu, although they thought they were afraid to climb up. As a result, Wu Zao, who was both talented and handsome, wasted his youth and didn't get married until he was twenty-two.
"My daughter is too old to stay," Wu's parents began to worry. They relented, and finally Wu Zao reluctantly agreed to the proposal of Huang Jia, a silk merchant in the same city. In fact, Wu Zao has no interest in this marriage, but after waiting for so many years, the prince charming in her heart came for no reason. Perhaps her own life is the life of a businesswoman, and no matter how high her heart is, she can't get rid of the limitations of fate, so she has to accept her fate. Her heart is a little cold.
The Huang family have been silk merchants for generations, and their wealth is comparable to that of Wu Zao, but they have never produced the seeds of reading. Wu Zao's husband started his business in his teens, and he never touched other books except reading the account books. However, he especially envied his wife's talent, doted on her in every way, and specially arranged a clean and spacious study for her to take care of some scholarly atmosphere at home alone.
When her husband began to support him in reading and writing, Wu Zao was secretly surprised, thinking that her husband was also a refined man, and he was wrong about him. So, when her husband came home from busy business, she happily took out her new poems and words and read them to her husband, who leaned against the bed and weighed them frequently. When Wu Zao finished reading them and looked at her husband, he was already sitting asleep. It turned out to be just arty, what a vulgar person! Wu Zao's heart has fallen into the ice cave again, and there are many kinds of customs. Cold tears flowed silently from her eyes.
Although her husband doesn't understand her poems, he takes care of her life and doesn't have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation. She is locked in the study every day, knitting her thoughts wholeheartedly. Apart from playing the piano occasionally to relieve anxiety, most of her troubles are tied to words. There is no bosom friend between the harp and the harp, and the words stay on the paper, so that today's people don't look at future generations. Look at her "Zhu Yingtai" word, you can see her mood after marriage:
The bar is low, the yard is locked and people are tired at night; I hate the endless sea. I think I'm falling. This has been an eventful year. It was dusk and I took a photo.
Most importantly, even if you care about youth and don't know how to pity me, how can you sit in front of a book? It is difficult to drive away, avoid fashion, hide and embroider.
Because she hated her husband's vulgarity, she didn't mean to flatter him, and she didn't even bother to dress up. My husband is busy with business all day and comes home late at night, mostly because he is too tired to sleep. He has no mind to love her tenderly, and can't make her sad with delicate feelings. But it's a bit wrong to say that her husband doesn't love her. He can only say that he doesn't know how to comfort her lonely heart.
Seeing that his wife was tortured by idle troubles, her husband was very distressed and had no time to accompany her, so he advised her to make more friends for a change. Wu Zao was really bored, so she accepted her husband's suggestion and began to make some girlfriends. Wu Zao's friends, of course, choose to understand poetry and songs. There are only a few such women in the county, and although these people are proficient in poetry, they are often only qualified for admiration and admiration in front of Wu Zao's brilliant talents, so it is difficult to have any chorus.
Wu Zao is not satisfied, but through these girlfriends, she gradually got to know some real literary talents, usually their brothers and husbands. Wu Zao's poems reached the hands of literati and could not help but applaud. some
Living among those literati with elegant and poetic tastes, Wu Zao felt like a duck to water, and suddenly became active and cheerful. Wu Zao's poems caused a great sensation among local literati, who called her "Liu Yong in the DPRK". Words seem handy, but in fact they contain deep feelings. Wu Zao and these China literati dressed in Confucian clothes boarded the restaurant together, painted and paraded, raised their glasses and drank freely, and sang loudly. They often go boating in the lake on a moonlit night and never come back; I traveled to the suburbs in spring and got drunk when I came back. Wu Zao's behavior is indeed out of the routine of women, but her husband does not interfere. As long as his wife is happy. He doesn't care about others gossiping, because he has his reasons: Wu Zao is a woman different from ordinary women, and of course she can't be bound by routines. Since her husband indulged, Wu Zao has become more and more unscrupulous. Being with a group of men, though chic, is inconvenient after all. In a golden song, she complained about her daughter:
Born in the world of Manglietia, I turned over several sad cases. For who? May the Milky Way reach three thousands of feet and wash away my daughter's old state. Picking the fat and picking the thin, not worrying about Taiwan Province's autumn language, but brazenly broke the Gankun Pass; Draw your sword and lean on heaven. There are many flowers in the world, so let him draw a flag pavilion wall and worship each other. Jiu Ge still gave up, and everything was always helpless! Ask where the old robber is. Knowing the principles of heaven makes the immortal be hindered by falsehood; Things in the world, how strange!
Although the milky way is small, it is also a false delusion to wash your daughter into an adult. But it's not hard to take off your daughter's costume and look like a man! Wu Zao had a brainwave and suggested that when he went out to attend literary friends' parties from now on, he should wear a Confucian scarf and a high head to look like a beautiful teenager. With this dress, her actions are much more convenient. She can not only go to restaurants and teahouses, but even go to brothels for fun with everyone. Because she often goes to the "romantic building" to drink, the geisha forest there has a special liking for her. Anyway, she dressed up as the son of a scholar, and Wu Zao simply took part in accidental amusement and flirted with Miss Lin, speaking out of turn, like a lover. Miss Lin said that she would commit herself, but she promised to come down and pretend to solemnly present a fairy song to show her mind:
Shanshan is like a couple of immortals, but when she smiles, she forgets her words. Town flowers lean on bamboo, green sleeves are cold, and in the empty valley, I want to see the secluded land. The blue needle shines low, gambling on wine and commenting on poetry, and then singing Jiangnan heartbroken sentences. The same talent of eyebrow sweeping favors me to digest the hearts of jade people crazily. It is in a remote place. I'm going to buy a red boat and take Qing.
In Miss Lin's place, Wu Zao seems to have found a tenderness and romance to soothe his thirsty heart, and even dreamed of "buying a red boat". When she held it, she took the stone and disappeared in the vast smoke. Some people say that Wu Zao has a homosexual tendency, which is hard to assert. But I think Wu Zao's behavior is probably mostly a joke. Maybe Wu Zao's feelings are empty and helpless. If she had an affair at that time, she would have been overwhelmed by the spit at that time, so she played this fake phoenix game just for fun, and everyone chatted to relieve boredom. Wu Zao is still quite happy. She can do it without scruple. In fact, as a man, there are many constraints. If she has the magic of a fairy, if Wu Zao really becomes a man, then she must have other troubles.
However, Wu Zao's heart is lonely and melancholy after all. Pretending to be infatuated in the "romantic building" during the day is still bleak at night, so there is such a "walking incense":
The night is long, the leaves rustle, and the paper window does not curse. Tea is warm, smoke is cold, the stove is fragrant, the courtyard is empty, the door is double, Yi Deng chooses. Trouble is hard to throw away, dreams are hard to recruit, and cold food is hard to sleep. Desolate feelings, all gathered for tonight, there are leaks, bells are bitter, geese are singing.
Living in an environment of gold, silver and jewels, her husband dotes on her in every way, but Wu Zao's heart is full of sadness and hatred every day. Who can believe the smell? However, it actually exists. Wu Zao complained about his fate. Bitter in your own talent, bitter in your own heart. Luxury and luxury can't fill her heart, and she longs for romance that she can't get. In her mind, Prince Charming is a real out-of-touch gentleman. His poems complement each other, his piano is harmonious, and he goes boating and drinks tea on a moonlit night. This is her ideal husband and wife life, but fate has arranged a diligent and pragmatic vulgar husband for her.
She spends every day in poetry, lyrics, sadness and debauchery. She doesn't love her husband, and she didn't give birth to a man and a woman for him. Her heart is above life. 10 years later, she was still her, but her husband died suddenly because of an illness. When her husband died, she didn't have much grief, only pity and sadness. She never thought her husband was an indispensable part of her life.
Without her husband, she still lived as before, but gradually, she found that loneliness and helplessness came to her more urgently and crushed her. When the husband is alive, loneliness is invisible, just vaguely wandering in his mind; Loneliness really surrounded her after her husband left. Without her husband's caring and attentive care, her husband's footsteps coming back, her husband's heavy snoring while sleeping, all the things that she felt redundant before, she found that they were still indispensable feelings. After losing them, she found their value.
The figure of her husband appeared in her words, such as Nanxiangzi:
Sparkling outside, spring has split in two; Old rain doesn't come to listen to the rain. At dusk, few people cut candles at the west window.
A slight illness is warm, and Bo Yunfei is at dusk; You ask Hu Shan if he has lost his collar, and you will have to wait for you if you don't go to Lanzhou.
This kind of emotion was absolutely impossible before, but it became a kind of sadness that she would never forget. This kind of sadness made her learn to be mature, and also made her realize the true meaning of life: the things around her are the most worthy of love and cherish.
But she missed everything. Although only 32 years old, she feels that she has reached the late autumn of her life. Next, everything should be calm and belong to the state of the ancient Buddha. When she wants to cry, she can't laugh. She simply moved to a secluded place in the sparsely populated South Lake, guarding a large area of Bai Meihua, slowly turning over ancient books and living such a life:
A volume of Lisao and a volume of scriptures, ten years of sorrow and ten years of lights, and a few autumn sounds on banana leaves! I want to cry or laugh, but I have no choice but to learn to forget my feelings. It is misleading to say that you are clever.
This is a section of Huanxisha that she wrote at this time. In the quiet and ethereal environment, her heart is getting calmer and calmer, just like the plum tree in front of her house. It is silent and white, with only a faint scent. It has no hope for life and no attachment.
In the secluded South Lake, she arranged her own words one by one and compiled two collections. One is "Hualian Thorn", which contains lyrics before the age of 30; The first book is "Poems on Snow in the South of Hunan", which was published in the 24th year of Daoguang, and was introduced into her works only after the age of 30. Because of the publication of these two anthologies, Wu Zao's name has had a far-reaching influence throughout the country. She still looked at the South Lake quietly and stopped letting her heart fly.