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It’s the article written by Gui Youguang
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Analysis:
Xiang Jixuan is the son of the old South Pavilion. The room is only an abbot and can accommodate one person. The century-old house is seeping with dust and mud, and Yuze is placing bets; every time a case is moved, there is nothing to ignore. It is also facing north, so it cannot catch the sun, and it will be dark after noon. The remaining parts are repaired to prevent them from leaking. There are four windows in front, and the wall surrounds the courtyard to catch the southern sun. The shadow of the sun reflects in the room, making the room full of light. They also planted orchids, osmanthus, bamboo and trees in the courtyard, and the old fences also became more beautiful. The shelves are full of borrowed books, and they sit silently, screaming and singing, and there is no sound; while the courtyard steps are silent, with birds coming and pecking at them from time to time, but people never leaving. On the night of March 5th, the moon is half bright, the osmanthus shadows are mottled, the wind moves the shadows, and the mountains are lovely.
However, living here is both gratifying and sad. First, the courtyard connects the north and the south into one. Different fathers have different houses, with many small doors inside and outside, and often walls instead. Dogs bark in the east and bark in the west, guests come over the kitchen to feast, and chickens roost in the hall. The courtyard started out as a fence, then became a wall, and it changed again. There is an old woman living here. I am the maidservant of the first eldest mother, who has breastfed the second generation, and the first concubine caressed her deeply. The room is connected to the middle boudoir to the west. When the first concubine arrived, she would say to Yu every time: "A certain place, and my mother lives here." The woman then said: "Your sister is in my arms, croaking and weeping; my mother knocked on the door with her finger and said: "Is your child cold? Do you want to eat?" I responded from outside the banquet. "Before I finished speaking, I cried, and so did I. Yu Zisufa was in the study hall. One day, my eldest mother passed by Yu and said, "My son, I haven't seen Ruoying for a long time. Why are you here silently all day? You are such a girl?" She walked away, closed the door with her hands, and said to herself: " My family has been studying for a long time, but I can't wait until my son is born!" After a while, he came with an elephant wat and said: "My ancestor Taichang Gong held this for the dynasty, and you should use it someday!" Looking at the ruins, it feels like it was yesterday. Xuandong used to work as a cook. When people go there, they pass in front of Xuandong. I lived in a small house, and after a long time, I was able to identify people by the sound of their feet. Xuanfan is surrounded by fire and cannot be burned, and there is almost no divine protector. ...
Since Yu had this ambition, five years later, my wife came back and went to the Xuanzhong to ask about ancient things from Yu, or learn from some books. My wife returned to Ning and told her younger sisters: "I heard that my sister's house has a pavilion, and what is a pavilion?" In the next six years, my wife died and the house was in ruins and was not repaired. In the next two years, I was sick and bored for a long time, so I ordered people to renovate Nangezi, and the system was slightly different from the previous one. However, Yu Duo has been away from home since then and does not live there regularly. There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. My wife planted it the year she died. It is now as tall as a canopy.
Translation:
Xiang Jixuan is the original Nangezi. The indoor area is only one foot square and can accommodate one person. Since it is an old house with a history of a hundred years, dust and soil often leak from the roof, especially when it rains, and the rainwater pours directly downwards; every time the table is moved, it seems that there is no place to place it. In addition, the door of the house opens to the north and cannot be directly exposed to sunlight. Once noon is passed, the sun shifts and the house becomes dark. I repaired it a little so that it would no longer leak rain and dust. Four new windows were opened in front of the room, and a wall was built around the yard to block the sunlight from the south. The room became bright after the sunlight was reflected. I planted orchids, osmanthus trees, bamboos, etc. in front of the courtyard, and the old railings also gained new splendor. The borrowed books are piled up on the bookshelves. I live here leisurely and contentedly. Sometimes I scream or sing, sometimes I sit quietly alone. The sounds of nature can be clearly heard; but it is extremely quiet in front of the court and under the steps, and the birds It flies down from time to time to peck at it, and never leaves when people come to it. On the night of the 15th day of each month in the lunar calendar, the bright moon hangs high and shines on the wall. Under the moonlight, the shadows of the osmanthus trees in the courtyard are dense and dense. When the breeze blows, the shadows of the flowers sway, which is beautiful and lovely.
But when I live here, I feel a lot of joy and a lot of sadness. Before that, the courtyard was connected from north to south and formed a whole. After the uncles and uncles separated, there were more small doors indoors and outdoors, and partition walls everywhere. The owner's dog barks at the west owner's house, guests have to cross the neighbor's kitchen to eat, and chickens live in the hall. The courtyard was initially separated by fences, and later by walls, and the total number was changed twice. There is an old lady at home who once lived here. This old woman was a servant who served my deceased grandmother. She had been a wet nurse in my family for two generations. Her mother treated her very well when she was still alive. The west side of the pavilion is connected to the inner room, and my mother once came to the pavilion. The old woman often said to me: "Your mother once stood here in this place." The old woman also said: "When your sister was a child, I held her in my arms and she cried alone; when your mother heard it, she tapped it with her fingers. The door asked: "Is the child cold? Do you want to eat?" I answered to your mother outside the door. I was so moved that I cried, and the old woman also shed tears of excitement. I have been studying in Xuanzhong since I was fifteen years old. One day, my grandmother came to see me and she said: “My child, I haven’t seen your shadow for a long time.
Why are you here silently all day long, really like a girl? Before leaving, she gently closed the door with her hands and said to herself: "My family has not received any honors from studying for a long time. If this child achieves success, he can wait for it!" After a while, he brought another elephant wat to the pavilion and said, "This is what my grandfather Taichang Gong used to bring to the emperor during the Xuande period. You should use it in the future!" "Recalling these things in the old days, it seems like they just happened yesterday. It really makes people wail loudly!
The east side of Xiangjixuan used to be a kitchen. People had to pass in front of the kitchen to go to the kitchen. . I lived there with the windows closed for a long time, and I could tell who was who by the footsteps of people walking outside. Xiang Jixuan *** was burned down four times, probably because of God's protection. ......
I have written the above article. Five years later, my wife married into my family. She often came to the xuanzhong and asked me about some historical stories. Sometimes she leaned on the table to learn. Writing. The wife went back to her parents’ home to visit her relatives. When she came back, she relayed what her little sisters said: “I heard that my sister’s family has a pavilion, so what is a pavilion? "After six years, my wife passed away, and Xiang Jixuan gradually fell into disrepair and was not repaired. After that, another two years passed, and I was bedridden. When I was very bored, I sent someone to repair the South Pavilion again. That form It is slightly different from before. However, I have been away from home for a long time and rarely come back to live in Xuanzhong.
There is a loquat tree in front of the court. It was planted by my own hands the year my wife passed away. It has been planted since then. Standing high, with lush branches and leaves, it looks like a giant open umbrella.
Translation
Xiang Jixuan is the original Nangezi. It is 10 feet square and can accommodate one person. Because it is a century-old house, dust and dirt often leak from the roof, and (especially) when it rains, rainwater pours down. Every time I move the table, I look around and there is nothing to place it. In addition, the door of the house faces north and cannot receive sunlight. Once the sun passes noon, the house becomes dark. I made some repairs to prevent the roof from leaking and opened four windows around the yard. A wall was built to block the sunlight from the south. After the sunlight was reflected, the house became brighter. Orchids, osmanthus, bamboo, etc. were planted (in front of the courtyard), and the old railings also added new luster. The borrowed books are piled up on the bookshelves. I live here leisurely and contentedly. Sometimes I scream or sing, sometimes I sit quietly alone. The sounds of nature can be clearly heard. It is unusually quiet under the front steps, and birds fly from time to time. It comes down to eat, and people don't leave when they come to it. On the night of the 15th day of each month in the lunar calendar, the bright moonlight shines on the wall, and the shadows of the osmanthus trees are dense under the moonlight. The breeze blows and the shadows of the flowers sway, which is really cute. .
But when I lived here, I felt a lot of joy and a lot of sadness. Before, the courtyard was connected from the north to the south and was a whole. After my uncles separated, there were small gates inside and outside the courtyard. There were so many partitions everywhere. The owner’s dog barked at the west owner’s house, guests had to cross the kitchen to eat, and the chickens lived in the living room. The courtyard was first separated by fences, and then by walls, which changed several times. There was an old mother in the family who once lived here. This old mother was a servant to my deceased grandmother. She had been a wet nurse in my family for two generations. She was treated well by Xuan Xibang when her mother was still alive. Connected to the inner room, my mother often came to Xuanzhong and said to me: “This is where your mother once stood. The old mother also said: "When your sister was a child, I held her in my arms and she cried. When your mother heard this, she knocked on the door with her finger and said, 'Is the child cold?' Want something to eat? ’ I answered your mother one by one from outside the door. "(The old mother) didn't finish her words, I cried (moved), and the old mother also shed (excited) tears. I have been studying in Xuanzhong since childhood. One day, my grandmother came to see me, and she said: "My child, I haven't seen your shadow for a long time, why are you here silently all day? Does she really look like a girl? Before leaving, she gently closed the door with her hands and said to herself: "The scholar in my family has not received fame for a long time. If this child has hope, we can wait for (him)." After a while, he brought an ivory prototype and said, "This is what my grandfather Taichang Gong used when he went to court with the emperor during the Xuande period. You should use it in the future!" "Recalling these things in the past, as if they just happened yesterday, I can't help but burst into tears.
The east side of the Xuan used to be a kitchen. When people go to the kitchen, they must pass by the Xuan. , I lived in it with the windows and doors closed for a long time, and I could tell who it was by the sound of people's footsteps. Xiang Jixuan *** was burned down four times, but it was not burned down, probably because of the protection of the gods. ......
I have written the above article. Five years later, my wife married into my family. She often came to Xuanzhong and asked me about some ancient things. Sometimes she relied on He sat at the table and learned to write. The wife went back to her parents’ home to visit her relatives and (after returning) quoted her little sisters as saying: “I heard that my sister has a pavilion at home, so what is a pavilion? "Another six years have passed since then. My wife passed away, and Xiang Jixuan gradually fell into disrepair and was not repaired. After that, another two years passed, and I was bedridden. When I was free and bored, I sent someone to repair the Nan Jixuan. The form of the pavilion was slightly different from before. However, I stayed away for a long time and did not often go home to live in Xuanzhong.
There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. It was planted by myself the year my wife passed away. Today it is straight and leafy, like a giant open umbrella.
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