A generation of talented women are not cigarettes, but beautiful and wise. It is said that she is like a willow tree, which can float in the wind. Luo Qi is a thin beauty. When she joined Shang Ruo, people felt sympathy and heartache. He is talented, educated, likes writing and ink, and works in melody, especially playing a wonderful pipa. God didn't want to give cloth extraordinary talent, but he found her a man who didn't understand amorous feelings. That man is a gongcao from Henan and joined the army. This man is a brave soldier. Although he has always longed for his talent, his temperament is honest and frank's intense, rough and manic. At that time, Bu's beauty and talent had spread all over Luoyang. Wu met her by chance, fell in love at first sight, tried every means to intercede with the matchmaker, and finally married into the yamen. After marriage, Wu joined the army and regarded Bu Feiyan as a treasure. He takes it as a pleasure to stare at her beautiful figure all day. Except in the office, he was with Yan Fei almost every step of the way. However, feelings are like this. The more a person loves himself, the less Yan Fei has feelings. This kind of marriage is far from her dream, so the newly married Bu Yinfei is full of disappointment and depression. Affectionate women meet men who don't understand amorous feelings. Naturally, some people bow and shed tears for Bu Yin Fei to show sympathy. Neighbor Zhao Lin has a famous son, 20 years old, with both talent and appearance. He is still preparing for the imperial examination at home. One day, Zhao Xiang was studying in his yard. In the yard next door, Bu Yin Fei is absently picking flowers and enjoying them. Suddenly, he heard the sound of reading aloud from the other side of the courtyard wall. He wanted to follow the sound, but he felt taken away, so he couldn't. One morning a few days later, Zhao Xiang was practicing his sword in the yard. He accidentally looked into the yard next door from the low wall. I saw a slim young woman enjoying flowers alone in the morning mist. Zhao Xiang, who was dancing sword, stopped unconsciously and stole a look at this beautiful young woman. The more he watched it, the more fascinated he became. From that day on, Zhao Xiang never forgot this lovely woman, so he secretly spent a lot of money. After many twists and turns, the gatekeeper told Zhao Xiang what had happened in detail. On a whim, Zhao Xiang took a poem and wrote a five-character quatrain. Zhao Xiangtong quietly sent it to Bu's dresser through the gatekeeper's wife. After reading the poem, Bu Yanfei managed to write a poem to answer: "The tragic moth can't help herself because she hates new poems." Lang Ying has the same heart as Qin, but who is more muddy? Zhao Xiang was overjoyed when he saw it and shouted, "Things are really getting better and better!" ! Then I wrote a seven-character poem with Tanxi yeyu paper. I don't want the gatekeeper to send the poem out, but there is no news. He was worried when the flowers in spring were dying. He sat alone in the yard, staring at all the flowers in the yard. It seems that the beautiful faces of all the women in the next yard make him heartache. The next morning, Wu's janitor wife happily pushed the door and came in, and quietly heard the news of Bu:' Lang Jun, don't be surprised, I haven't heard from you for ten days, just because my little daughter caught a cold occasionally and couldn't get out of bed'. Say that finish, and took out a small toolkit from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Xiang, saying it was a gift from his wife. Zhao Xiang quickly opened the toolbox and found a delicate jade cicada and a pair of poems. Zhao Xiang, like a treasure, held Wang Chan tightly in his hand, feeling a warm current transpiration from his hand and spread all over his body, making him feel high. Zhao Xiang asked the janitor's wife and learned that Yin Fei's situation had improved, so he wrote a short message. When Bu Feiyan saw Zhao Xiang's letters and poems, she was deeply moved. She closed the door, put down the window, and replied a poem: Chun Yan, who painted the eaves, had to stay overnight, and Lan Pu flew alone? Hate long Taoyuan female companion, spare flowers to send Langjia. Finally, I quietly moved the ladder, climbed over the wall and came to the martial arts school compound. I saw Bu standing quietly among the flowers, as if I had been waiting for a long time. When they first met, it was hard to forget the charm of the night. When dawn left, Yin Fei held Zhao Xiang's hand tightly and said with tears:
Two people have deep feelings and hearts are interlinked. A look or a light shout can arouse each other's subtle tacit understanding. However, paper can't hold fire after all. Later, Yin Fei was whipped to death by her husband. And the son next door just watched. Zhao thinks something is wrong with BuFei's death. He wanted to file a case, but later found out that his son Zhao Xiang was also involved in this matter, so he was afraid to ask again. So this generation of talented women withered like flowers, which is regrettable.