There is a beautiful Hongshan Bridge in Minhou County, more than ten kilometers outside Fuzhou City. Although the bridge is not big, it is quite distinctive. The whole bridge is made of bright red bricks. It is hidden among the green willows blowing in the wind. It is quite poetic and picturesque. It is a favorite and gathering place for local literati of all ages. Because this bridge looks like a ball of red flames from a distance, people used to call it the Red Bridge. The infatuated story of the talented Zhang Hongqiao in the early Ming Dynasty happened here.
Zhang Hongqiao’s real name is Xiufen. Because she lives on the west side of Hongqiao, her name is as popular as the name of Hongqiao, so people call her Zhang Hongqiao, but forget her real name. Zhang Hongqiao was not a native of Fujian. She was born into a wealthy family in the Central Plains. To avoid the war in the late Yuan Dynasty, her parents took her to the south as a young child. Unfortunately, both of her parents died of illness during the journey, and Xiao Xiufen was entrusted to her aunt. My aunt was originally the beloved concubine of a high-ranking official family. She was beautiful, well-informed, well-informed and courteous. During the war, her husband's family fell into decline. She took her young niece and lived together in Min County, Fujian Province, and finally settled next to Hongqiao in Shi County at that time.
The two girls, one older and one younger, could not make a living, so my aunt had no choice but to rely on her beauty and talents to attract some exiled nobles and local literati, gather for chats, entertain them with tea and wine, and treat them in a manner similar to that of prostitutes. They maintained their lives in a non-prostitute way.
As time goes by, her aunt is getting older and older, but under her aunt's careful cultivation, little Xiufen is becoming brighter and brighter day by day, and is good at poetry and writing, and has become a well-known little beauty and talented girl. The name of Zhang Hongqiao It slowly spread to her head. When others visited their home, it was no longer to be entertained by their aunt, but mostly to admire Zhang Hongqiao's name. However, her aunt valued Hongqiao very much and did not let her entertain guests easily. She wanted to find a favorite job for her niece. marriage.
Zhang Hongqiao himself is also very aloof and does not look down on dandies and romantic young men at all. He only threatened that he would choose a husband based on his poetic talent and that he would find people like the poet Li Bai who would be willing to marry him. Committed to accompany you. This further aroused the interest of the self-proclaimed scribes around him, and they sent poems to Zhang Hongqiao one after another, hoping to use poems as a matchmaker to win the favor of beautiful women. Reluctantly, piles of poems and notes were piled on Zhang Hongqiao's desk. She carefully reviewed and arranged them in order, but there was no one she particularly liked, so she didn't bother to respond.
The young people with outstanding literary talents in Fujian at that time were classified as the "Ten Talents in Fujian": Lin Hong, Wang Cun, Wang Gong, Chen Liang, Gao Bing, Tang Tai, Wang Bao , Zhou Guang, Huang Wu, and Zheng Ding were all a group of pretentious literati, and naturally some of them launched an offensive against Zhang Hongqiao.
The first "Ten Talented Scholars in Central Fujian" to submit poems to Zhang Hongqiao's desk was Wang Gong from Min County. One of his poems goes like this:
The sun is dimming at Chonglian Point , Luo Wei's cry is heartbreaking;
I sent letters several times but you didn't answer, and the wild geese couldn't reach Hengyang.
Although the emotion was strong and the poetry was compelling, Zhang Hongqiao thought it was shallow, so he remained unmoved and never said a word.
At this time, Yongtai talented scholar Wang Chen returned from his study tour and stopped in Xiaozuo, Fujian County. When he visited his literary friend Wang Gong, he heard him talk about Zhang Hongqiao's famous name and his son-in-law's poem, and he immediately became interested. Wang Yan is also known as the "romantic talented man in northern Fujian". He is handsome, handsome and quick-thinking. He once traveled to Hunan to study in Hunan, leaving poems and feelings along the way. Since Zhang Hongqiao was so reluctant to be tempted, he adopted a strategy of gradual attack, first renting a house near Zhang's house, hoping to seize the opportunity to win the favor of the beautiful woman, and then win her heart.
Wang Xian lives upstairs on the left side of Zhang Hongqiao’s house. Looking down from the window, you can see most of Zhang Hongqiao’s house. Zhang Hongqiao’s boudoir is opposite the window of his living room. Every movement can pass through the window screen and be dimly reflected in Wang Yan's eyes, allowing Wang Yan to enjoy the beautiful scenery and be overwhelmed by its beauty.
One afternoon, Wang Yan sat in front of his window and looked at Zhang Hongqiao's movements across the street. At this time, Hongqiao was taking a nap. It was midsummer, and she was wearing a short gauze shirt as thin as cicada wings, lying across the blue gauze tent. Her plump white body was vaguely visible, which aroused Wang?'s reverie, and he felt the warm fragrance of jade body lingering around him. . The red sun sets in the west, and Hongqiao wakes up leisurely, with a lazy and charming look on his face. He weakly holds the cotton towel to test his sweat, and his posture becomes more and more sultry. Wang Guo, who had been sitting at the window for a whole afternoon, only then woke up and became inspired by poetry. He wrote down his feelings:
The ivory sarong and the green sarong are so graceful that the beautiful lady is sleeping;
Half a wisp of dawn smoke contains peony, and a pool of autumn water soaks hibiscus.
My mind travels to the three thousand realms of Pengdao, and my dreams circle the twelve peaks of Wushan Mountain;
Who suddenly wakes up from the sound of "?", and wakes up with fragrant sweat and wet breasts.
After writing, he felt that the words were beautiful and full of love and affection. He not only praised Zhang Hongqiao’s charm, but also expressed his own wishes. Therefore, he was very satisfied and asked the Zhang family’s maid to send her to Hongqiao’s dressing room. On stage. Zhang Hongqiao stood and took a look. The words and artistic conceptions of the poems such as "Peony in a smoke cage", "Hibiscus soaked in water", and "Wandering around Pengdao" in the poem were all very elegant and fresh, but "Dreams around Wushan" and "Breasts wet with sweat" But the words are too frivolous. Originally, Hongqiao had noticed that a handsome young boy had moved into his neighbor's house. Knowing that he was watching her every day, she was secretly happy and secretly hoped that he would be a man of outstanding literary talent and talent as he appeared. When I saw the poem he sent me today, I recognized that he was quite poetic and quite talented. However, I felt that he lacked dignity and was not an ideal candidate to be trusted for life, so I followed the usual practice and refused to reply.
While Wang Kan was waiting for a reply, his friend Lin Hong came to visit. Lin Hong was a child of an aristocratic family in Fuqing County. He was intelligent, studious and talented, and was therefore listed as the first among the "Ten Talented Scholars in Central Fujian". In the early years of Hongwu, Lin Hong was recommended to Nanjing by the local governor in the name of a talented person. Zhu Yuanzhang, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, personally presided over the palace examination. Lin Hong wrote a poem out of his mouth, which won the favor of the emperor, and he was awarded the title of Wailang, the fine cook of the Ministry of Rites. In the capital, Lin Hong married Zhu, a lady from a wealthy family. Zhu was also a talented woman who was good at writing and poetry. The couple sang poems and poems together, and they were very loving and sweet. It is a pity that the beauty was not lucky. Less than three years after the marriage, Zhu passed away due to illness, which made Lin Hong heartbroken. At this time, Lin Hong happened to have a conflict with his boss because of Lin Hong's aloof temperament. The two things combined made Lin Hong frustrated, so he simply resigned from his official position and returned to his hometown.
I was living in my hometown with nothing to do, so I went around visiting old friends. I saw Wang Shen in Min County. It was the night of the full moon. I accidentally looked out the window and caught a glimpse of a graceful beauty in the neighbor's yard. She was burning incense and silently lying on her bed under the moon. Her expression was focused and peaceful. In the clear light of the bright moon, she looked like a jade statue. The Bodhisattva, the fairy who descended to earth, was moved by the scene, and chanted casually:
Half awake with incense and wine in the Gui Palace, the sound of dew flowers like water touches the silver screen;
I want to tell my heart with emotion, but I am ashamed to see it. Cow Vega.
Then, Lin Hong asked Wang Yan about the woman, and Wang Yan told his friend everything he knew about Zhang Hongqiao. Lin Hong understood that this woman should not be treated lightly, so he carefully copied the poem on jasper paper, put it into a brocade bag, and diligently asked Wang Kai's landlady to deliver it to Hongqiao. When Hongqiao saw this poem, he couldn't help but smile. The poem was eloquently told, and the scenes and emotions were vivid and elegant. It conveyed admiration and testing, but it was expressed in a solemn and not frivolous way. Unknowingly, she was moved, and wrote a poem in reply, and still asked the old woman next door to pass it on to Lin Hong. She wrote:
The pear blossoms are fighting against the Chanjuan in silence, and the silver man is leaning in front of the embroidered house;
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Self-love burns incense and disappears forever, and never complains to the sky about anything.
She used poems to express the news of her loneliness, and pretended to be reserved, just like a shy girl who wants to speak but is hesitant to speak. The old landlady returned to the king's room with the poem note, congratulated Lin Hong and said: "Since Miss Zhang grew up, no less than a hundred people have offered poems as matchmakers, and she has never replied. Master, you are doing something unprecedented." The first time # Lin Hong was naturally overjoyed, rewarded the old woman generously, and hurriedly started reading the poem. Being smart and affectionate, he naturally understood Hongqiao's thoughts and immediately wrote another poem to clean up the landlady. The woman sent it again:
Yun'e looks exactly like Dong Jiaorao, and she still hates her when spring comes;
Who would have thought that Pengshan Mountain is so far away in the sky, but the painting railing is right next to the Red Bridge.
Wang Hao lived next to Zhang's house for several months, but he was always far away from home, unable to express his feelings. Although Lin Hong lamented in his poem that he was "as far away as the sky" from Hongqiao, he still couldn't express his feelings because of the presence of the old landlady. Passing letters diligently, he and Hongqiao got closer day by day. The two exchanged poems and letters several times a day, and tenderness permeated both sides of the courtyard wall.
Seeing this, Wang Yan felt as if he was drinking. He was filled with jealousy, admiration and jealousy, but it was difficult to force feelings, so he had no choice but to choose the "out of sight, out of mind" approach, and went back to Yongtai temporarily on the pretext of family matters.
< p> Lin Hong was left to live alone here, writing poems day and night, and expressing love to the red bridge across the wall. The relationship between the two developed extremely quickly. Finally, Lin Hong's love across the wall could not satisfy the two hearts that longed for each other. On the pretext that the Zhang family's house is spacious and cool, Zhang Hongqiao moved into the Zhang family's house. At this time, Zhang Hongqiao's aunt was already old and frail and ignored the world, so Zhang Hongqiao and Lin Hong lived in the same courtyard, and they actually became a pair of two-person couple. Mandarin ducks, staying together day and night, rekindled the love in Lin Hong's heart, embracing the fragrance and embracing the jade, which made him happy to miss Shu. Zhang Hongqiao was secretly happy that he belonged to his husband, and he felt two hearts. She has never experienced warmth and satisfaction in her ten-year-old life. This mood is revealed in her poems:The hibiscus curtain is covered with brocade, and the wings are singing in the jade dew;
The spring in the Yaochi of Humanity is like the sea, and the moon is flying under the sky.
The days passed in a sweet way, and the two stayed together, but they did not talk about the formal marriage. Hong may have a secret in his heart; Zhang Hongqiao was intoxicated in happiness and forgot about the clichéd rituals.
Wang Hao has lived in his hometown for some time, but he still can't forget Zhang Hongqiao's image. He simply found an excuse to return to Min County and lived next door to the Zhang family. Although he could not get a beautiful woman into his arms, he still managed to peek at Zhang Hongqiao's beauty and secretly bribed the Zhang family's maid to let her flirt with Hongqiao from time to time. The window screen in the boudoir gave him a clear view of the scenery inside. Sitting in front of the window of his room, he not only peeked at Zhang Hongqiao's charm and beauty, but also saw the flirting scenes of men having sex with women. When he was bored, he couldn't help himself. He wrote the poem "Fresh Milk", which can be called an obscene poem.
A pair of bright moons stick to the chest, amethyst grapes and jasper are round; The voice was full of dew.
Such unabashed and obscene poems were actually spread to the Hongqiao boudoir by the maid of the Zhang family. When Zhang Hongqiao saw the poem, he was so angry that he scolded the maid, which also made Zhang Hongqiao furious. Wang Chen was deeply bored and had to return to his hometown in despair.
The sweet couple life of Zhang Hongqiao and Lin Hong lasted for a year. Lin Hong suddenly received a letter from his former in-laws from the capital, asking him to rush to the capital to seek official position again.
Lin Hong has been living idle for many years. Although he has Zhang Hongqiao's tender companionship, it cannot satisfy his ambition of establishing a career as a man. Now that the opportunity has come, he doesn't want to miss it. He just wants to go to the capital to find a job first. After settling down, he will come to Hongqiao to share the prosperous life.
A couple reluctantly said goodbye. Before leaving, Lin Hong wrote a poem about his lingering dilemma:
I am in love too much, and people will laugh at me until I grow old. ;The moon dew and smoke are full of hatred, how can I say goodbye to my beautiful lady! Soft words of admonishment, tender love, melt the heart and intestines; wine is poured in the flag pavilion, and the water flows in the season.
You should remember the fragrance of the green sleeves, the warm wine in the jade pot, and the silver screen of the moon every night; there are many expressions of happiness and anger, but there is no oath of alliance in the mountains and seas. Where to go from here? Green clouds and spring trees, thousands of green trees tonight; the picture will reflect my thoughts, and I will tell you in detail when I return!
Zhang Hongqiao was filled with tenderness when seeing the lyrics. She was intoxicated by Lin Lang's infatuation and sad for the separation. She also wrote a poem according to the rhyme:
Under the Phoenix Mountain, the sound of jade leaking Hate, it's easy to rest tonight; before the song of Yangguan is finished, I'm mute and urging you to say goodbye. Swallowing with resentment, two lines of tears stained through a thousand layers of iron; a few inches of soft intestines cut off the different seasons.
I still remember the thrush after bathing, dreaming of holding hands, stepping on the moon among the flowers; walking along the road with cardamom in my chest, but today it is always in vain. At the peach leaf crossing, the river flows thousands of miles away, and the frozen clouds overlap; in the cold lantern hotel, who are you talking to?
Since Lin Hong's death, Zhang Hongqiao has been living in seclusion, feeling tired and tired. The whole content of his life is waiting for Lin Lang's return. The waiting days passed like years, Zhang Hongqiao looked through the autumn water, and finally looked forward to a collection of "fishing" poems sent back by Lin Hong:
Remember Hongqiao, the youth wandering; so many rainy moods; how many golden saddles are there? When I return home late, I welcome Zhuhu with a smile. At the place where the heart is broken, half drunk and slightly awake, the lamp is dark and we talk deeply in the night; how much do you want to ask about love? Love is like a silkworm spinning a cocoon, stirring up thousands of strands.
At the parting place, the moon is pale and the crow crows at dawn. The tears are deep and the red sleeves are stained. How many years have you been deep in reverie? I send you some good tips and sentences. Spring is about to go, and I wish I could stay in the spring forever. The most painful thing is longing for lovesickness, which cannot be forgotten, and my heart is made of stone, and my tears are like rain.
It seems that one piece of "Moyu'er" cannot express Lin Hong's high emotions, so there are seven seven-character quatrains attached to the poem:
One:
p>Nvluo River sends orchids on the river, recalling spring fibers and folding wicker sticks;
Returning to the dream, I don’t realize that the river is far away, and I reach the Red Bridge late at night and under the moonlight.
Second:
The sound of Li's song is far away, and the cold lamp in the lonely hall is lonely;
I have a thousand tears of lovesickness, the deep night and the red raindrops bridge.
Third:
The broken lamp and dark shadow leave the soul, and the tears wet the jade thread of the shark;
Remember the place where Yun'e saw each other off, the light smoke slanted over the moon Red Bridge.
Fourth:
The spring shirt is first tried in light red gauze, the precious phoenix scratches its head and shakes its jade steps;
Chang Ji watches the lanterns for three or five nights, and the seven-scented car Zidu Hongqiao.
Fifth:
The resentment and resentment disappear, but the white jade is singing in leisure time;
The swallows do not come, it is late in spring, and a few willow trees darken the red bridge. .
Sixth:
The crocodile gauze is wet with tears from the spring rain. Farewell to the swallows leaving the Hong Kong shadow;
How much hate comes from the falling flowers in the flowing water. The setting sun makes a speechless red bridge. .
Part 7:
The beauty is far away after saying goodbye to the beautiful window, and the drunkenness is still lingering after a deep sleep;
The wind is soft on the roller blinds at noon, and the falling flowers are full of catkins. Red Bridge.
Thinking about the Red Bridge, thinking about the Red Bridge, dreaming about the Red Bridge, waking up to the Red Bridge, Lin Hong’s seven poems mention seven red bridges in succession, it seems that the red bridge has left an unforgettable memory. In his life, this made Zhang Hongqiao feel a little comfort for his longing. However, when she savored the "fishing" carefully, she always felt that the opening sentence "Remember Hongqiao, young people wandering, so many rainy emotions" revealed a bit of light and romantic thoughts, as if she regarded Zhang Hongqiao as Zhang Hongqiao. There are willows and wild flowers on the road, chatting for temporary pleasure. Zhang Hongqiao was originally a lady, but fate forced her to follow her aunt in dealing with guests, and she became a prostitute but not a prostitute. It is precisely because of this special life experience that she developed a special mentality. She was afraid of others. She mistakenly thought that she was a promiscuous woman who showed off her love at will, so she was cautious when she poured out her feelings. For Lin Hong, what she paid was pure infatuation. While giving her feelings, she also imagined that her whole life would be tied to him. Now, from Lin Lang's poems, she couldn't grasp his thoughts. They seemed to be full of lovesickness, but they didn't mention their prospects at all. Was she planning to stop here and there would be no further story? Zhang Hongqiao fell into a deep confusion, with all kinds of terrible endings swirling in her mind. She was so confused that she didn't think about food or food. Soon she became sick with worry and fell into bed. A few months later, her soul drifted away and passed away. No return.
After Lin Hong arrived in the capital, he got an official position with the support of his former Yue family. Seeing that he was alone, the Yue family persuaded him to renew their relationship in Beijing, so Lin Hong had to tell the story of falling in love with Zhang Hongqiao in Min County. Based on his description, the Yue family determined that Zhang Hongqiao was a fireworks girl who welcomed Zhang and gave away Li, and was not suitable to marry as an official wife, so they advised Lin Hong to cut off the relationship. Lin Hong was influenced by people's words, and he once wanted to forget Zhang Hongqiao, and only regarded those sweet days in Min County as a sweet dream. But as spring passes and spring comes, the shadow of the Red Bridge always lingers in my heart. That love is indeed unforgettable and unforgettable. So, when spring came back, he set foot on his hometown again after a year's absence.
Lin Hong came to Zhang's house on the west side of the Red Bridge with great joy. He saw that the courtyard door was closed and the courtyard was silent.
I hurriedly knocked on the door, and the only person who came out was Aunt Hongqiao with a sad face. After asking, I found out that she had died of illness a month ago due to lovesickness. Lin Hong turned pale with shock and grief, beat his chest and cried, but it was too late, leaving only self-blame and eternal sorrow.
When I was checking Hongqiao’s relics, I suddenly saw a letter and seal tied to the jade pendant beside her bed. I folded it and took a look. There was a piece of poetry paper inside, with half a letter of "Die Lian Hua" written on it. :
I remember on the West Bank Road of Hongqiao, when the horse came, it was tied to the weeping poplar tree; the pear clouds and dreams in the desert, the brocade screen and the green hat stay in the spring.
It seems that the second half of the poem is no longer dared to be written, and only seven quatrains follow:
One:
The lattice on the bedside weeps in the autumn wind, and there is no trace of it. The lamp shines on the medicine cage;
Every dream is good or bad, and it is uncertain whether it will be good or bad, and you can see north and south.
Second:
The golden vase in the well is unbelievable, the clouds and mountains are dim and dark red maples;
The mandarin ducks are wet with tears and the mandarin ducks are cold, and I can hear the cries of the clear night. Hong.
Third:
The pillows in the boudoir are empty with the fragrance, and the autumn rain falls on the sycamore trees on the steps;
If the family does not send the same mausoleum, why should the news be sent? Sai Hong.
Fourth:
The jade ribs hang down and the cheeks are red. Where can I send a book in Guanshan? .
Fifth one:
The quilt is cold and the greenery is timid in the autumn wind. The husband is in the south of the world and the concubine is in the east;
Meeting each other a thousand times is just a dream, the head of the building is long Sun is jealous of Shuanghong.
Sixth:
The half-curtained moonlight shadow shines in the brocade tent;
In the dream, the beautiful lady just dismounted her horse, and hated him for hearing a loud sound from the sky. .
The seventh one:
One south and one north are like floating canopies, and the king’s heart and mind are different;
It will be useless to come back one day, so there should be less ties at night. Shuhong.
Zhang Hongqiao’s seven poems reveal her infatuation and resentment word for word. She is always concerned about Lin "Hong", but Hong flies high into the sky, leaving only the infatuated and resentful girl to write about her sorrow. . When Lin Hong saw the poem, he was greatly saddened. Thinking of the beautiful woman's pitiful look of longing, his heart broke piece by piece. He had abandoned his lover for a whole year, but he still wanted to abandon her. Now that her lover had drifted away like a wisp of smoke, he realized that his heart had also gone with her. In the tearful eyes of the mother-in-law, he blended his sorrow into a "mourning" poem:
The soft intestines are filled with knots and tears hang down the river, but what can be done to cover up the jade and the incense!
The bright moon also knows how to leave a peijue, and Xiaofeng always complains about painting green moths.
The fairy soul has become a pear cloud dream, and the song of sage dew spreads in the world.
Since I forget my emotions, I only have the wisdom. I will complain about my emotions during my growth!
Wang Chen heard that Zhang Hongqiao passed away sadly, and rushed to the Zhang family on the west side of Hongqiao to pay homage. He happened to run into Lin Hong, who was suspected of breaking flowers and damaging jade, and scolded him full of resentment. Dun, deeply blamed him for not knowing how to cherish fragrance and pity jade, and also wrote a poem to express his condolences:
The wet clouds protect the light dust like drunkenness, and the yellow butterflies in the east wind fill the neighborhood;
The new green is only suspected of selling Xiaodai, and the fallen red still remembers to cover the singing lips.
The spring in the dance building has gone and the moon is waning, the fragrance of the moon pavilion is floating, and no one can be seen.
I want to find the pear cloud fairy dreaming far away, but sitting next to the fragrant imperial edict makes me sad.
At the same time, another local Zhou Yuan, one of the "Ten Talents in Central Fujian", also composed a five-character quatrain to mourn Zhang Hongqiao after hearing the news:
Dream Zhuli The dream is far away, and the song is about the sorrow of the weeds and dew;
Only chanting about the water on the bridge is also a heartbreaking flow.