Peerless Fenghua Su Xiaoxiao
After reading Mix's life and poems, I feel that he is frank and calm, but he was born unlucky. He wrote this article with tears in his eyes in order to hang up!
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introduce
The West Lake is a poem, a natural picture and a beautiful story. People who have lived here for many years, or travelers who pass by in a hurry, are fascinated by the beautiful scenery of a Chinese Odyssey.
In the spring of March, Fei Ying grass begins to grow. The two dikes are plain white, and the peaches and willows sandwich the shore. There are waves and cruise ships on both sides, and empty mountains and green waters in the distance. Walking on the embankment at this time, you will be amazed at the scenery in front of you, even ecstatic, and wonder if you have entered the fairyland.
Swallows attract songbirds and beautiful people to paint by Xizi Lake.
It's another sunny day!
It's sunny and sunny, and the oriole cries lightly. The breeze blows gently, the willows reflect the waves, the lake is clear and calm, and the mountains are green and pleasing to the eye.
On the Su Causeway, tourists come and go, immersed in the beautiful scenery of the West Lake.
Here comes an oil tanker. In front of the car is an old woman, driving a horse with a whip, and the wheels are rolling. But seeing that this car is extremely gorgeous and dazzling, it is obviously specially made, and all tourists look askance. The curtain of the car was gently lifted, and there was a young girl sitting in the workshop, petite and lovely, especially her watery and charming eyes, which could make people fascinated at a glance. A beautiful girl, a delicate fragrant car, strolled around the West Lake, attracting many people's attention at once. Some handsome dudes can't help but be intoxicated with it, and some simply follow the car and say hello to it frequently.
"Which teenager is not good at falling in love and which girl is not good at falling in love with spring", about loneliness and living alone, will girls simply indulge in mountains and rivers? Therefore, people who are intoxicated by their appearance are more proud of their shyness. Looking at the chasing boy, on a whim, in the car to sing a way:
Yan Yinying waved Liu Daodao, and Zhangtai reached the West Lake directly;
Spring flowers and autumn moon visit each other. My name is Su and I live in Xileng.
This poem introduces itself very frankly and boldly expresses its own ideas. Originally, it was not a brothel family, but because she was too lonely, she wanted someone to visit her behind closed doors.
In the West Lake, which is full of tourists, it is rare to express one's mind loudly, not to mention in the late Jin Dynasty and the Southern Qi Dynasty, even today.
However, the teenagers behind the car obviously heard the good news from the spring breeze, and they were overjoyed. They immediately followed the car of the woman who claimed to be Su to the small building next to the West Cold Bridge.
Later, people gradually realized that this woman Su Xiaoxiao was born in a well-off family in Qiantang. Her family was an official in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. After Jin's death, her family went to Qiantang. Su family used the gold, silver and jewels they carried with them as capital to do business in Qiantang. In Su Xiaoxiao's parents' generation, he has become a local rich businessman. This woman is the only daughter of her parents, so she has been regarded as the apple of her eye since she was a child. Because it is delicate and petite, it is named Xiaoxiao. Although the Su family is a merchant's home, it has followed the legacy of the ancestral incense book, and the clever Su Xiaoxiao is deeply influenced by it. He has been able to write good poems since he was a child. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. When Su Xiaoxiao was fifteen, his parents died one after another. Su Xiaoxiao lost his dependence and still lives in the old courtyard in the city. Seeing things and thinking about people is easy to cause sadness, so I sold the real estate in the city and moved to the west with my wet nurse Jia Yi. Su Xiaoxiao and Jia Yi built an elegant small building in the pine forest deep in the lake and mountains, and lived a leisurely life away from the world of mortals. The source of life is the rich property left by their parents.
All the guests invited by Su Xiaoxiao were polite, and the host and guest spent a relaxing afternoon drinking tea, talking about poetry and talking about the surrounding scenery.
After the news spread, officials, businessmen, celebrities and scribes from Qiantang came to visit Su Xiaoxiao at Xilengqiao.
However, these people were stopped by Jia Yi first. After her observation, only young and talented people can come into contact with Su Xiaoxiao. Other fat, vulgar people refuse politely even if they spend a lot of money.
In this way, Su Xiaoxiao became more famous, and many people were honored to sit down and have a chat with her. Although people also regard her as a prostitute, and some people call her a poetess, in fact, she is not the same as those women who sell themselves for a living. From now on, she is more like the hostess of a literary salon.
Love at first sight, men and women are different, and they have been drunk ever since.
It's another spring afternoon with birds and flowers. Su Xiaoxiao packed beautifully, Jia Yi got on the tanker, strolled along the lake and enjoyed the spring.
It happened that Ruan Yu, the son of Jianye's noble family, also rode a horse to see the scenery of Qiantang. Ruan Yuxin's horse is carefree, walking and watching, intoxicated by the green willows. Suddenly, he saw a car with gorgeous oil walls coming. He looked casually, but he happened to see Su Xiaoxiao poking his head out to enjoy the lake view. This little woman is so beautiful and charming, just like a fairy floating in the clouds, which fascinates him. So, when Su Xiaoxiao's car passed by, Ruan Yule turned his horse's head and ran after him all the way. Su Xiaoxiao at that moment also immediately saw the opposite childe, see his eyes clear, free and easy, also very interested. Seeing him in the same car at this moment, I exulted in my heart, so I sang loudly:
I ride a tanker and Lang rides a green horse;
Where is the knot? Under the cool pines and cypresses in the west.
Ruan Yu thought: This is obviously a love poem that invited me. How can I live up to the beauty's kindness! He went back to the inn and asked the shopkeeper, who told him, "Everyone knows about Su Xiaoxiao, a prostitute by the West Cold Bridge! The whole city admires your son, but she thinks highly of herself and is proud of her temperament. Beautiful flowers are beautiful, but it is not easy to climb up! "
Even if you can't climb up, sitting on a famous flower and blending your soul is not a great pleasure in life!
Ruan Yu made up his mind, and prepared exquisite pearl jade as a gift the next afternoon, bypassing the northwest lake, passing through the shade of pine and cypress trees, along the forest path, and reaching the West Cold Bridge. However, under the shadow of flowers and willows, there are several tile-roofed houses standing quietly, with birds singing and flowers fragrant and beautiful scenery. What a paradise on earth!
Ruan Yu gently tied the horse under the willow tree, stepped forward and gently knocked at the door. When the door creaked, Aunt Jia came out and asked politely why. Ruan Yuli described yesterday's visit to the lake. Fortunately, she met a beautiful woman. The beautiful woman was attracted by her and gave her a poem to quote her. She sincerely said, "I have a special gift today. I want to meet her." Jia Yi understood at once. Yesterday, when she and Su Xiaoxiao came back from a lake tour, Su Xiaoxiao didn't think about tea and rice. She seems preoccupied. She has guessed for several minutes. So Jia Yi invited the guests to sit down in the room, offered fragrant teas and went into the back room to report to Su Xiaoxiao. Ruan Yu sat around and looked around. I saw that the courtyard outside the window was full of flowers. The interior was elegant and simple. There was a silk screen on the wall, piles of books on the bookshelf, and a guzheng on the window. It was clean everywhere, enough to show the elegant demeanor of the owner. Ruan Yu has great respect for Su Xiaoxiao.
Su Xiaoxiao came out of the back room. Today, she wears light makeup and smiles with low eyebrows, which is completely different from Yan Ming yesterday. After the ceremony, the two sides sat opposite each other and talked about poetry and paper, which was very speculative. Unconsciously, it was dusk outside the window, and the two talked nonstop, and both of them could not bear to say goodbye. Aunt Jia came in and lit the candle. After a while, a few exquisite dining tables were set, and the host and guest chatted over drinks until the dead of night. Because the road back to the city was dark and tortuous, Ruan Yu was a little drunk, so she stayed in Su Xiaoxiao's guest room at Jia Yi's request.
It was late at night, but Ruan Yu tossed and turned in the soft bed, so he just got up and strolled into the yard. As soon as he went out, he found a man standing in the yard. He looked carefully, and it turned out to be Su Xiaoxiao. She washed away the lead and put on a simple dress. She stood there looking up at the bright full moon in the sky, with two crystal tears hanging on her long eyelashes. Ruan Yu saw it, and his heart was full of pain. He quietly stepped forward, stretched out his arms and hugged Su Xiaoxiao's body. Su Xiaoxiao had noticed the movement, but she didn't move. She just closed her eyes and nestled quietly in Ruan Yu's warm chest. Ruan Yu picked up Su Xiaoxiao and walked into the bedroom, and spent a warm and lingering midnight. Ruan Yu was surprised to find that this famous poet prostitute in Qiantang turned out to be a virgin without carving jade! I admire Su Xiaoxiao even more, and when I think of my beauty being favored, I suddenly feel love!
From then on, they were inseparable. Don't talk about drinks on the original boat every day and browse the beautiful scenery in the lake; Just one riding a tanker and the other riding a green horse went to the distant mountains to see the pleasant scenery, just like a loving couple, envious of countless passing tourists.
Frost urges the ruin of a lifetime, leaving only water.
However, casual marriage, after all, lacks foundation. When Ruan Yu and Su Xiaoxiao lived an inseparable life by the West Lake, the tragedy had quietly begun!
Ruan Yu's father learned that his son was hanging out with prostitutes in Qiantang, Jiankang, and immediately sent someone to call Ruan Yu back, and kept him at home under strict supervision, forbidding him to go out for half a step. After Ruan Yu left, Su Xiaoxiao stayed at home and looked up at the sky all day, waiting for Ruan Lang's return!
A month has passed, and there is no sign of my lover;
A year has passed, and there is not even any news.
A woman with unrestrained nature can never leave home for her sweetheart, so I don't know how Ruan Yu feels when she knows.
So much so that later, Su Xiaoxiao went from longing, disappointment to despair, and finally fell ill in bed. Thanks to the thoughtful care of Jia Yi, her condition gradually recovered.
In order to make Su Xiaoxiao forget his old worries, Jia Yi asked several lovely and gentle sons to come in and chat with Su Xiaoxiao. Slowly, the West Cold Bridge returned to the past, and the victory was endless.
"In the past, it was difficult for sea water to touch water." With the love affair with Ruanlang, Su Xiaoxiao lost interest in anyone. She still talks with guests over tea, occasionally buys wine to entertain guests, or offers qingqu, and never stays overnight.
In China, there are countless examples of breaking up love birds, such as the Jiao couple in Peacock Flying Southeast, Lu You and Tang Wan in the Southern Song Dynasty, which often make the world feel sorry; But for Su Xiaoxiao, few people shed a few tears. The reason is that Xiaoxiao is a geisha.
However, no one in ancient and modern times dares to show his true love to the world!
When she longs for love, she speaks frankly and freely from her heart and recites it from her mouth.
How many women in the old society could express their love like this? Miss Yingying always drops a handwritten note first, and then blushes, wondering why Niu Ge behind her hasn't picked it up and caught up. How dare you say that? How can you not let those self-proclaimed talents bang?
We should know that the literati who have been immersed in traditional culture for thousands of years have somewhat distorted their minds about the word love, and their desires have struggled in their hearts, adding many wrinkles to their foreheads.
When I heard Su Xiaoxiao singing, "My concubine rides a tanker and my husband rides a green horse, where can we meet?" ? Xiling pine and cypress. "When you come leisurely, the songs in the sky are gently plucked by the strings of time and gradually fragrant. Take a sip and you'll be drunk, as if you were the dashing teenager riding a green horse. " Nothing can be combined, fireworks can't be cut. "Who doesn't want to have a beautiful woman around to know themselves and add fragrance at night?
The crisp sound blows away the dust of the Four Books and Five Classics, and the small figure melts into the scenery of the West Lake, which is the realm of harmony between man and nature in China's traditional philosophy.
Make yourself nature itself.
And those scholars who are tired and hurt their spirits have always regarded themselves too much. They want Xiu De to run the country. "I" is not me, but a combination of desires, which weighs heavily on their shoulders. Accurately speaking, these literati are no different from those coolies with sandbags on their shoulders. They know the hardships of carrying sandbags and the benefits of putting them down, but they just can't put them down.
At this point, if someone really strolls past them with empty shoulders, they don't even care about their eyes, and they chuckle and walk slowly. Neither Chu Sheng's madness nor Liu Ling's embarrassment. She is just a wonderful little girl who can understand words better than flowers. How can she not secretly admire love?
Love is love, love too much is light.
Cold and warm in the world are all injuries.
Without saying anything, sit and watch Jingting Mountain.
When Su Xiaoxiao was seriously ill, Jia Yi once asked, "You have many friends and feelings. What is the ending? Even after the event, from wealth to thrift, I want to know. "
Hearing the words of the sidewalk, Mix said, "Communication is just a floating cloud. Love is still like running water. It came and went, and suddenly it came and went. Why not? As for the materialization and disappearance after the coffin is covered, what is wealth and frugality? Listen to human feelings. But born in Xiqiao, died in Xiqiao and was buried in Xiqiao. You are ashamed of the small landscape. "
Su Xiaoxiao dares to speak and do.
She loved and loved again. Even if her lover never came back, she didn't achieve A Qin Xianglian or Du Shiniang, and let future generations point to the spine of a negative lover and scold him incessantly.
It is easy to get priceless treasure, but it is rare to have a lover. Ancient and modern literati always have a love of beauty, even if it falls in the name of romantic impetuousness! There is also a girlfriend, Xiao Xiao, who has no regrets but has not caused any trouble to men because of her love. She can't boast a few words, even the later literati praised Xiao's dark psychology!
The kindness and generosity of boudoir will be passed down through the ages.
Autumn is crisp and red leaves are all over the mountain. One day, Su Xiaoxiao went out by oil tanker.
At the lake, she met a scholar-like man with fine features and extraordinary appearance, who resembled Ruan Yu, but he was poorly dressed and depressed.
Su Xiaoxiao was really moved by it, so he stopped to ask. The other party saw that it was a beautiful girl asking questions, and her expression was full of concern. She told him very carefully: "My name is Bao Mingren, and my family is poor. I'm studying in an ancient barren mountain temple, and I'm going to take an exam in Beijing, but I can't go because of insufficient travel expenses. Today's exam period is approaching, I can only look at the lake and sigh! "
Although young, Su Xiaoxiao has been read by many people. She felt that this scholar must have a bright future and look like Ruan Lang. She is determined to support him. So he said without a doubt, "When I saw Jun Fengyi, I wouldn't have lived for a long time. I am willing to take out my money to help, and I can also test my vision. "
Baoren was naturally moved. Su Xiaoxiao sold some valuable jewelry, packed Bao Ren's things and sent him on his way. Bao Ren kowtowed frequently and said gratefully, "A thousand years' lofty sentiments are in the boudoir, and only then can we have a clear heart!"! When I succeed, I will thank the benefactor. "
There is a lot of generosity in ancient and modern times, but it is the woman's turn to give a lot less!
There are many things sponsored by geisha in ancient and modern times, but few people are selfless!
Bi, Shi Niang, donated money only because he wanted to be a good person.
Only a little kindness helps Bao Renyi, not because of the love between men and women, but because of kindness. More like a mother's contribution, not expecting anything in return. I really hope to get the good news of his success as soon as possible.
How many talented women are there like this?
Cai Xiao is really a living Lei Feng in ancient times!
Plum blossom poems highlight the wind, frost and nobility.
The observation of Shangjiang made Meng Lang come to Qiantang on business, and he heard the name of Su Xiaoxiao. Because of the inconvenient status, I personally visited the West Cold Bridge, so I prepared a banquet at the lakeside restaurant and sent someone to Sue's home to invite Su Xiaoxiao to meet each other.
Unexpectedly, Su Xiaoxiao came with a sense of pride and refused the invitation. He delayed again and again.
After Meng Lang sent someone to urge her many times, she slowly came to the restaurant reluctantly.
Meng Lang was annoyed at waiting in the restaurant, thinking, I am an observer, but I delayed inviting prostitutes. When she comes, I must humiliate her at the dinner table to vent my anger.
When Su Xiaoxiao came to Shanshan, her beautiful face and elegant charm immediately made everyone present awe, Meng Lang was fascinated by her, and her anger was nowhere to vent.
After a meal, he felt that he still had to give her a scare, so he pointed to the plum blossoms in full bloom outside the window and said, "Today, Ya Ji enjoys plum blossoms, so dare to invite you to write poems on the spot!"
Su Xiaoxiao would have expected his mind, she casually recited a way:
Although plum blossoms are proud, how dare they be cold in spring?
If it is whiter, you must see it!
Meng Lang naturally understood that her poems implicitly asked for forgiveness, neither supercilious nor supercilious, just right, and could not help admiring them, so the host and guest drank heartily, like meeting a bosom friend. It was not until midnight that someone was ordered to light a lamp and respectfully send Su Xiaoxiao home.
Su Xiaoxiao, like a noble and fragrant plum blossom, blooms on the West Cold Bridge. Although many people admire flowers, few people fall in love with her.
Ask yourself, which literati has no self-righteous pride in his bones?
But when a huge slap came, how many literati dared to be punished by ten schools like Fang Xiaoru?
Literati have poor backbone, which is worth a fart in the eyes of the authorities! If you tell the truth, cut off your head, even if you can't come up with a second one like Fang Xiaoru!
However, here, China literati found the voice they wanted to hear, just like their own.
The sounds of people coming from a circle in groups are always roughly the same.
A small voice rippled in the hearts of literati, and a weak figure was a glittering scale.
There is a pile of wind and rain in the Zhong Fang Mucai Pavilion in the cold west.
It's the same Bao Ren, who helped with a little kindness. As expected, in 1998, he lived up to expectations and became the first in the capital, and was ordered to be the secretariat of the sliding state. When he went to his post, he passed by Qiantang, and he was grateful for a little kindness. He made a special trip to West Cold Bridge to thank Su Xiaoxiao.
It was the Xizi Lake in those days, the West Cold Bridge in those days, or the elegant small building built in the pine forest deep in the lake and mountains. However, Baoren felt that this place suddenly became extremely desolate, and the prosperity of the past had passed away.
When I walked into Su Xiaoxiao's yard, I suddenly saw a coffin and a dropped paper tape.
The little one is dead!
It turned out that in the spring of the second year of Xiao Ying Menglang's appointment, Su Xiaoxiao suffered from some colds, which made him ill and depressed. When he was dying, Jia Yi once asked:
"You have many friends. I wonder if there are any unfinished business? "
Small sigh: "communication is like clouds, and joy is like running water." Who knows my heart? Xiaoxiao wants nothing more than to bury her bones in Xiqiao and live up to my infatuation with mountains and rivers. "
After all, Su Xiaoxiao, who looks like a prostitute, is just an empty scholar. She passed away with profound hatred, and her soul drifted away. When I died at the age of 24, I really answered that sentence: How unlucky beauty has been since ancient times!
Bao Ren, wearing a white coat and a white crown, caressed the coffin and cried. Bao Ren said, "Knowing each other is more important than knowing each other. Only the villain knows my heart. " Then according to Su Xiaoxiao's entrustment to Jia Yi and Su Xiaoxiao's last wish, "Born in Xiling, died in Xiling, buried in Xiling, and loved mountains and rivers all his life", she was buried in a wonderful place with mountains and rivers not far from Xilongqiao, and a monument was erected in front of the tomb, engraved with "Qiantang Su Xiaoxiao Tomb".
On the day of funeral and burial, countless spectators stood on both sides of the street. Bao Ren did not avoid suspicion and invited celebrities from the south of the Yangtze River to attend Mix's funeral. The funeral was very grand, prostitutes and sisters accompanied by coffins, and boys pushed oil-walled cars. Then, the long procession slowly walked along the West Lake, allowing Su Xiaoxiao to enjoy her beloved picturesque lakes and mountains for the last time. Bao Ren, Pima Dai Xiao, presented a small spiritual pivot and was buried beside Xiling Bridge. Bao Renqin wrote an inscription for Su Xiaoxiao's life to show her noble personality.
Before he left, Bao Ren came to offer his condolences again and said, "If you can't make decisions for the people, I, Bao Ren, will come to the underworld to accompany you."
If you know anything under Koizumi, you will forget the idea of Bao Ren! ! !
Mix was committed to the study of Ci, and one of them wrote:
My concubine lives by the Qiantang River, and flowers bloom and fall, regardless of the year.
Yan in the title will go to spring scenery, and it will be on the screen.
Obliquely insert the jade comb cloud and spit, tap the sandalwood and sing "Golden wisp".
Dreams are broken and colorful clouds are nowhere to be found. On a cool night, the bright moon gives birth to Nanpu.
A generation of famous prostitutes finally dreamed of breaking the colorful clouds. As for where to find it, I'm afraid there is only a pile of incense graves!
Later, many literati and poets who came to Qiantang volunteered to pay their respects at Su Xiaoxiao's grave, so the local people built a "Mucai Pavilion" in front of her grave to provide shelter for those who came to pay their respects. On the pavilion, there is a couplet:
Emerald was once buried here in Hushan,
Time can cast gold.
Now the small tomb no longer exists, but the wooden color pavilion still exists, adding a lot of color to the West Lake.
Celebrities of all ages attached great importance to short poems. Interestingly, the voices shouting "Oh" to this brothel woman and later literati are all one-sided.
Su Xiaoxiao's Song of Shen Principle: Singing echoes, dancing clothes scatter autumn shadows. Dream broken brothel, cold bones. Two birds in the bronze mirror, Qi Fei, hung on the moon with hunger. The wind blew a wildfire, and Shan Yao smiled and walked into the fox's cave. Under the tomb of Xiling, Qiantang chamber, tide returns to the DPRK at dusk. The willows in front of the tomb are unbearable, and the spring breeze is conscious.
Yuan Yishan's Little Portrait of Su: Huaiyin Courtyard should be clear and the curtains should be fragrant. Meitu is collected by Xuan He's famous pen at home. After Yingying Yan Yan flew away, the pink pear lost weight. Except for the unromantic Xiao Su, she planted a day lily obliquely.
Xu Wei's poem "Su Xiaoxiao's Tomb": A little Su's right and wrong, embroidered mouth and cheeks rotten dance clothes. Beauty is hard to come back from ancient times. From now on, we will fly together. There are shallow tears on the edge of the scorpion, and Panasonic's concentric knot is very thin. Hate is not crazy, like a big Ruan, and I owe a song to the soldiers.
There are many names, and their works are either silly or sad or sad or embarrassed or beautiful or resentful. If we find them one by one, they may be several feet thick. Among many poems, Li He, an equally unlucky poet in the middle Tang Dynasty, is the best.
Li He's poem "Su Xiaoxiao": You Lan Lou, like a crow's eye. There is no knot in the knot, and the flowers in the cemetery are even worse. The grass is like a mat, and the pine tree is like her car cover. The breeze is her clothes, and Jasper is her Yu Pei. Oil wall car, treat each other for a long time. Wildfire Wildfire green, courtesy, lightning. She walked, under the Xiling, only the wind and rain, whistling.
"You Lan Lou, I like to cry." Orchids are exposed, like small eyes with tears. Autumn eyes are full of affection. Lan is quiet and her eyes are like crows, which is a portrayal of her lonely heart in her dusty life.
"Nothing is disunited, fireworks can't be cut". My little heart has been longing for pure love, but who can be one with himself? It is not that nothing can be United, but that no one can be United. Mix's poem "Where is the knot, where is the pine and cypress in Xiling" is her yearning for true and beautiful love and her warm invitation to imagine love. As a result, her lifelong pursuit was denied, and she was bitter.
"Grass is like grass, loose as a cover, wind like a petticoat, and water like praise." How clean the small grave is, the green grass is her bedding, the graceful pine tree is her umbrella cover, the breeze is her white dress, and the spring water clinks like her ring. Such a quiet residence is only for beautiful people. Everything here is marked with a small mark, which makes people linger, as if they saw beauty at once. This place is only small and buried. She was charming and charming before her death, but she remained the same after her death.
"Oil tanker, treat each other. Cold light and green candle glory. " Xiaoxiao is gone, and she is still waiting in vain in the oil-walled car where she came to travel. The green candle is obviously not a thing, but the glow in front of a small grave. They are glorious. What are they doing? Think of a legend, people said in front of Su Xiaoxiao's tomb, "The stormy dusk, or I can smell a song blowing on it." What a pity to be born a prostitute, die a prostitute, and sing and dance!
If you don't want to say that Li He is a genius, he just writes clearly and vagrantly, and everything is green. In an instant, he wrote that there was something fishy. At night, the phosphorus fire glowed like a small shadow floating around, which made people feel a little pity and a little scared.
"Under the Xiling, the wind blows and the rain blows." The conclusion is like a weight, which suddenly throws the artistic conception of the whole poem into the boundless night. The beauty is gone, the red tent is gone, the ebony bed is gone, the singing and dancing are gone, and hundreds of years have passed, and this life has been buried in the loess. If there is a spirit, tears will still be like silk in the dark night. It rained at night, but she cried?
Only ghosts can write ghost poems, and their loneliness is the same. Perhaps when Li He wrote Sick Sleeps, he couldn't help thinking of the desolation behind him. Yan Yu in Song Dynasty called this poem "the words of ghosts and immortals", which was quite right.
In an instant, the charm of life is resident in Huguang Mountain Resort.
Since ancient times, literati have a special liking for mountains and rivers, but the meaning of drunkenness is not mountains and rivers, but love.
Small delusions have become the scenery itself, and it is certainly lucky that these literati will use it to sing.
Even if future generations make comments, they are small but indifferent.
Xiaoxiao once said, "What I like best is the landscape of the West Lake. You can only sit in the cage and watch the sky, but you can't swim two peaks and three bamboos. Besides, wealth and poverty are tied to life. You will never be born in a prostitute's house. Since I was born into a prostitute's family, it is not the fate of a golden house. Entering the back door, the lions in Hedong will not show off; Three or five little stars must be jealous. Luxury goods and things that are not durable, wealth has no certain feeling, and it is easy to get into the body and difficult to get ahead. It is better to move the famous flowers of the shrine to Japan city. Smell it in the nose, who doesn't pity the jade? Who doesn't love hair-trigger colors? When the daughter laughs, Liu Hua will fight for it; Ten dollars, the romantic was willing to let. The fragrance is beautiful, like sweet bait, the sound of flying out of the tube, peaches everywhere. Looking at each other at dusk, wild mandarin ducks don't look at birds; Spring is red, autumn is purple, and fake marriage is different. Why do you swear to pity the new like a sunny day? Forgetting the new and abandoning the old may be a cloud. Happy today, rest tomorrow, nothing more than dew; There are so-called fireworks for the time being. In love, people eloped with lingering laughter; Care, might as well be tolerant and happy. Although leaning against the door to offer a smile is not suitable for a famous teacher, the pity for his family is not abolished by the holy king. Brothel red powder, both this evil industry; The face is red and the ears are red, and there can be no wonder of tenderness. " After reading this, even I, a person of later generations, can't help but be moved by my own little thoughts.
In private, the biggest reason why literati love less is that they love mountains and rivers but don't get married. The waiting door is as deep as the sea. Since then, Xiao Lang has become a stranger. China traditional scholar-officials seem to hate married strange women. If the fox can't eat the grapes, the grapes must be sour. If this pen hadn't painted you in a mess, it wouldn't have killed him. Even the book "A Dream of Red Mansions" smells like this behind its words.
Also, Xiaoxiao's natural behavior after bidding farewell to her lover has given her countless aesthetic feelings, and what she can't get is always the best. And this is unpopular and a prostitute, which of course makes these literati more enjoyable. Of course, Su Xiaoxiao himself didn't think so much. She just smiled. What is a man? Don't stop Leng Yue from soaking my clothes. When you are in love, you can see through it. The world is just a breath. There is no self-promotion, personal awakening, just casual nature. What is gossip? Peace of mind dissipated. "I live by the Qiantang River, and flowers bloom and fall, regardless of the year." Such a realm is almost the dream of scholars all over the world.
Moreover, there are few literati who are not down and out, and Su Xiaoxiao can finally meet heroes. Later, the poor scholar who gave him money really won a sigh of relief and became a secretariat adult. There are often swift horses, but Bole is not often. How many times can a girl know her? Late at night, I finally smell the spring rain, and the tears on the carved aperture are stained with flying flocs. What's more, there are still a few scattered tung leaks that can be blown away by the wind when withered. Sadness is bitter and hesitant, and sadness will inevitably lead to stupidity. Beauty is as beautiful as jade, I wonder if she can explain it? A scholar died because he knew himself. Lord secretariat touched the coffin with a white crown and wept bitterly. Then he wrote on the pavilion: "Jade was buried here in Hushan, and a romantic man can cast gold." After the cross, this story lingers in every reader's heart.
Also, let the literati applaud, Su Xiaoxiao body that weak woman's helpless backbone. When Meng Lang forced the invitation, he casually recited: "Although plum blossoms are proud, how dare they be cold in spring?" If it is whiter, be sure to see it clearly! ".But in front of Mix, the literati became powerful again.
The last reason should be that she died young. It is beautiful to die young. Beautiful women are not allowed to look bald, which is cruel, but it is true. Who likes to see a beautiful woman with white hair and wrinkles? God becomes a god because it always shows perfection to people. In the eyes of future generations, Su Xiaoxiao has become an aesthetic embodiment beyond the secular. In this regard, Yu said in a few words: "In my opinion, Su Xiaoxiao lives more smartly than La Traviata. In front of her, other famous prostitutes with literary value in China's history made themselves too narrow-minded and hit too hard for a broken-hearted person or a court. Only her philosophical detachment has become a hidden symbol in the hearts of China literati. From love to beauty, it always revolves around the theme of life. Su Dongpo developed beauty into poems and long dikes, Lin Hejing pinned beauty on plum blossoms and white cranes, while Su Xiaoxiao always attached beauty to his life. She doesn't make too many physical and chemical changes, but radiates the microwave of life consciousness by herself. Of course, the profession of prostitutes is not commendable. Su Xiaoxiao's significance lies in her strange confrontation with the orthodox personality structure. No matter how serious a scholar is, he can be blameless in social character, but he often suppresses the natural process of life ontology of himself and others. This structure is so grand and powerful that the torrent of life consciousness can't help becoming wild and strange under the siege of mountains. The paradox of morality and immorality, humanity and inhumanity, beauty and ugliness once again appears here: the great reason of human nature will also be hidden in the filth of society, and the way to realize this great reason is often too weird for normal people to tolerate. On the contrary, the great light of social history is often at the expense of many important propositions of human ontology. The ideal state of one-way perfection is mostly a dream. One of the great sorrows that mankind can't get rid of is here. " I don't know much about the old belly, only this paragraph looks very pleasing to the eye!
Looking at Su Xiaoxiao's poems, though his talents are good, they are not as good as those of Yu and Zhu. When we look at it again, people's appearance is only beautiful, and their appearance is not as good as that of sinking fish and falling geese. Why does everyone like her so much?
I don't think about it, because she is a dream hidden in the hearts of China literati and unwilling to wake up.
It is for this article that Su Xiaoxiao was hanged to comfort my stupid dream!