Zhang Boju, one of the four sons of the Republic of China, is as famous as Zhang Xueliang, the second son of Yuan Shikai, and Pu Dong, the younger brother of Pu Yi. His father was Zhang, the last governor of Zhili in the Qing Dynasty, and Zhang's family was the pioneer of salt storage in the Republic of China. Arguably, with such a prominent family, Zhang Boju must be well-fed, but at the age of 30, he became obsessed with collecting and even sold his property.
Although the difference between them is 17 years old, after Pan Su married Zhang Boju, she was very supportive of her husband, and they played the piano and sang harmoniously. In order to support her husband's collection career, Pan Su did not hesitate to give him his dowry, although Zhang Boju squandered all his property and lost his family because of his hobbies. But Pan Su never regretted it. She could have lived a rich life, but she supported her husband without complaining.
On one occasion, Zhang Boju spent a lot of money to buy a reply post, which was the first post of China, earlier than Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. But soon Zhang Boju was kidnapped because of this child. Pan Su knew that this was her husband's life and would rather give them all valuable things than hand over her husband's collection. This sense of fulfillment is precious in the past and present life of husband and wife.
Soon after the founding of New China, the country was in a state of great need. Zhang Boju and his wife have always wanted to contribute to the country. Many people donate money, but they are penniless. After returning home, the two men discussed giving their collections to the country, and Pan Su offered to make calligraphy and painting for charity sale. The husband was moved, and the two men did everything they could for the country.
After half a lifetime of ups and downs, the couple finally enjoyed a quiet life. They moved to Houhai. By the beautiful Shichahai, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the lake through willow leaves, and two old people often appeared by the lake. Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder. The wife leaned on her husband's shoulder and asked him, What do you like best? ? Every time I hear this, Zhang Boju always smiles shyly: Art Pan Su pretends to be angry? Shouldn't it be me? ? Zhang Boju, who is all thumbs in front of his wife, dotes on telling her: Are ranked first. ? Then came the hearty laughter of two old people.
In the canteen, I often see Zhang Boju buy a bowl of porridge to drink, and then buy some bread to put in jam. Because he knows that the one at home hasn't eaten yet. Later, 80-year-old Zhang Boju planned to spend a few days with her daughter in Xi 'an. Although it was only a short separation, Zhang Boju wrote a poem to his wife. Different from other complicated love stories in the Republic of China, Zhang Boju and Pan Su left only a touching love for future generations.