There are many beautiful encounters in this world, for example, the admiration of each other, and the amorous man who led Zhuo's daughter away from home with the "white mountain as snow and the bright moon between clouds"; For example, when Dongpo drinks alcohol and Qushui flows, Huizhou beauty falls in love at first sight, dies with regret, and is lost in "picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live, and the lonely sandbar is cold"; For example, Nalan's son was born in Wuyi Lane. What's wrong with having money? When he thinks of childhood memories, he will also think of "regretting teaching Luo socks to bury the whole city and sing rain bells in the air."
The encounters in this world are beautiful and unforgettable, but sometimes they are too ethereal to grasp, just like air, leaving only dancing regrets. We look forward to Ai Ai. We can't love each other. We can't forget such an encounter. So, what about Su Xiaoxiao?
She is a fairy from Ling Bo, with picturesque eyes and elegant clothes. She looks like a disaster, and her clothes are worth thousands of dollars. The oil-walled car she was riding was noble and gorgeous, and the wind chimes on the roof fluttered. She looked up inadvertently, and suddenly flowers blossomed and fell, and the time was mottled. Plants and trees have withered for hundreds of generations, and the mottled place is that they have grown taller in the spring breeze. It used to be like this, dating back to the day when she first met Ruan Yu.
Grass is like grass, loose as a cover, wind as a skirt, water as a compliment.
Oil-walled car, facing each other, under Xiling, wind and rain.
Su Xiaoxiao is a smiling beauty in the painting, waiting to wake her lover who came to earth. God made up an empty destiny for her. The cuckoo cries for blood, and no one drinks horses, just because she wants them so badly.
Since ancient times, flowers and trees in the south of the Yangtze River have flourished. In the shadow of Qinhuai lamp, thousands of adopted daughters teach songs first, and ten miles of flowers cultivate the fields. The beautiful women who speak Wunong soft language drink sake and sing all kinds of joys and sorrows. Celebrities are all lost in Dimfragrance sleeves, and even Ruan Yu, the son of Guo Xiang, who is famous all over the world, can't avoid customs. It's just that spring is so good. On this day, Ruan Yu decided to burn incense and wear jade and go to the West Lake to recite poems. He rode a spirited green horse and strolled in Xiling Lake. Unexpectedly, the panicked green horse let out a scream. Mr. Ruan Yu, who is both civil and military, almost met an ancient traffic accident. Since then, his reputation has been swept away.
It turned out that he lost the reins and suddenly saw Su Xiaoxiao.
The so-called love at first sight is just the sound of your hooves, which resounds through my heart; It's just that you inadvertently look back and take my soul away; It's just that your colorful driving touched my eyes.
Ruanlang, hold your reins! You didn't get drunk in the green willows, at the banquet, or in the gentle village of Chu Pavilion. You are drunk only for your own ideas. The West Lake in front of me is completely drunk because of Su Xiaoxiao. Otherwise, how can the calm lake surface start to glow before the wind blows? Ruan Yu's ears echoed with the endless Guanguan pheasant dove, and his heart kept turning with the wind chimes on the Su Xiaoxiao oil wall car.
Su Xiaoxiao, the first prostitute in the Southern Qi Dynasty, was an official in the Eastern Jin Dynasty in her previous life, and then she did business in Qiantang, making her rich. It is said that the only palm bead in Su's family looks outstanding, as if it were reborn, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all exquisite, so it should be a hero in chinese odyssey. But the building collapsed overnight. When Su Xiaoxiao was fifteen, his parents died one after another. Helpless Su Xiaoxiao sold his fortune and moved to Xiling Bridge in the west of the city with his wet nurse. No one is in charge of her marriage. She lives in a small building in the middle of a pine forest, enjoying the scenery, beautiful face and beauty.
What will happen to a beautiful and talented woman in such troubled times as the Northern and Southern Dynasties?
Su Xiaoxiao, who is generous and talented, doesn't want to marry an ordinary man. Su Xiaoxiao, who is well-off and well-fed, doesn't need to be attached to a man to find a home for life. She didn't take marriage as her mission, like thousands of women in contemporary Qian Qian, but became a tool to carry on the family line. She has been imprisoned all her life.
She began to associate with literati, became friends with poetry in Xiaolou, and held one "cultural salon" after another. She is informal, drinking and writing poems with landscape literati, and talking about intimate things; She is open-minded and optimistic, helping the world and helping the poor, and has accumulated a good reputation as a "charity ambassador"; She read thousands of books, and horses and chariots came and went in front of the door, offering countless red silks for a song; She went to Wan Li Road, wherever she wanted to go, on the beautiful fish and firewood in Zhu Jiang, but let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer ... She lived what she wanted, or she lived as a man, admiring the world and not afraid of it.
This is undoubtedly a great adventure. Su Xiaoxiao is modest and open-minded. Instead of disappearing in time, she stepped onto the altar step by step and became a muse pursued by scholars, which directly constituted a declaration of war on the contemporary orthodox ethical structure. She became a complete poet. This reputation is bound to be despised by the temple owners, and it is bound to be lost in the traditional moral concept of right and wrong.
Su Xiaoxiao and Ruan Yu, originally obsessed with the two ends of life, why did they meet Na Yue in that year?
On the day when Ruan Yu met Su Xiaoxiao, Su Xiaoxiao's car was followed by many charming teenagers. She was like a fairy in a tanker. She just saw his one eye, the prime minister's son was completely lost in her brow, and almost fell off his horse. Su Xiaoxiao looked at the embarrassed Ruan Yu and smiled apologetically.
My concubine lives by the Qiantang River, and flowers bloom and fall, regardless of the year. Swallows take away the spring scenery, and the screen is Huang Meiyu. Obliquely inserted rhinoceros combs clouds and spits, sandalwood taps and sings golden rays. Looking at the clouds, I couldn't find a place and dreamed that the moon gave birth to Nanpu.
The West Lake in March is foggy in the morning, and the faces of beautiful women are everywhere. In the West Lake in March, a cool breeze blows gently, and fishing boats play with paddles. When they closed their eyes, it was the morning bell and drums of Jinshan Temple.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River caught people off guard. "It's raining heavily tonight. Can you avoid dreaming? Don't get your new clothes wet! "
Ruan Yu can't amuse himself with such jokes. He will only seriously believe and seriously practice. Of course, at this time, he doesn't know if he will live up to the beauty. He only knows that he met a noble and beautiful girl, more noble than those elegant princesses in the royal family, and he wants to be abrupt with beautiful women, even with the whole world.
In desperation, Ruan Yu went to Su Xiaoxiao's residence. He is handsome, eloquent, and generous, and his poems are sad but not hurt. Among the guests, no one can match him. This time, Ruan Yu came to East Zhejiang on orders from his father. I heard that it is very beautiful. How can I question the responsibility and ability of Guo Xiang's son? Can Ruan Yu be regarded as the most incomparable hero in the world?
Pu Caoyan, love at first sight, with Song Qing as witness, Ruan Yu is willing to share life and death with Su Qing.
You can't walk all the way to Saibei and Jiangnan, so who cares about tomorrow's future? Ruanlang stepped on the moon, as clear as mountains and rivers and as beautiful as autumn water. As early as when he surprised the horse, Su Qing had secretly made a promise.
She said, "I ride an oil tanker, and I ride a green horse. Where can we unite? " Xiling pine and cypress. "
From now on, let's waste each other's lives, unite as one, and make the pine and cypress evergreen.
This is the power of decision. All this is based on sincere wishes. Jiankang (now Nanjing) is separated from Qiantang mountains and rivers, and the identity of a son and a famous prostitute is very different. Even if we can't compete with Qi Da, we should seize the day and make sacrifices with tonight's good flowers and good months.
From then on, Su Xiaoxiao and Ruan Yu were inseparable, walking hand in hand every day, just like a loving couple, admiring countless tourists by the Xiling Lake.
What should Jiangnan look like in those days? It's you, strolling through Qiantang and enjoying the infinite green lotus leaves; It was you who left without saying goodbye and broke the deep peach blossom pool in thousands of feet; Your heart was broken. Since then, the river has dried up.
So the story was rejected and had a happy ending. Six months later, Ruan Yu's father heard that his son was hanging out with a geisha in Qiantang all day, and he was the most famous geisha in the Southern Dynasties. That woman ignored the moral standards of the world, which attracted everyone to laugh at the Guo Xiang family. Ruan was furious. He bowed before the soldiers, lied that he was ill, and tricked Ruan Yu into returning to Jiankang. Then he banned Ruan Yu's feet and wouldn't let him go out.
Roadside kiosks, sent one journey after another, old trees withered vines, crows refused to settle down. Su Xiaoxiao looked forward to his return all day after bidding farewell to Ruan Yu. It's a pity that vows are always a trick of self-deception. Moonlight secretly looks at the poor fate, and the annual rings of the years can't cross the world of mortals even if they are sincere. Ruan Yu is not coming back. After realizing this fact, Su Xiaoxiao got a serious illness. In just half a year, she remembered every detail of her stay with Ruan Yu, but what was Ruan Lang's eyebrow eye like when they met for the last time? She can't think clearly. After all, she has lost him.
Illness is like reeling, and love is like cutting a robe. In a disgruntled autumn, Su Xiaoxiao is getting better, which is nothing more than vine support. She longs for Ruan Yu's talent, but if she can't get it, she won't force them, let alone hurt herself. Ruanlang, you must be very good. May you have a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. May I never look back.
After many years, Su Xiaoxiao put aside the pain and remained firm with me. He talks and laughs with a scholar every day, but he has no contact with Ding Bai. Natural and unrestrained like her, open-minded like her, Su Xiaoxiao is being himself from beginning to end.
Unlike other women on the Qinhuai River, she didn't get hit too badly by heartbreak or court. Her philosophical transcendence of "sitting in the backcountry and watching Yun Qi again" has become the noblest picture in the minds of southern literati.
If some people can only be suitable for us to look up to for a lifetime, so be it.
Whether it's wind or rain, I drifted for a long time, and everything was in vain.
Legend has it that Su Xiaoxiao met a poor scholar named Bao Ren in Qiantang Lake. He was dressed frugally and depressed, and he couldn't go to Beijing to catch the exam because of insufficient travel expenses. Su Xiaoxiao natural generosity, gave one hundred and twenty pieces of silver. At that time, she sincerely hoped that Baoren's career would be smooth and her family would achieve something, but she didn't expect anything in return. It is said that Su Xiaoxiao occasionally caught a cold and died of hemoptysis in nineteen years. At this point, the top scholar Bao Ren visited Su Xiaoxiao on his way to the secretariat of Slip State, only to catch up with her funeral.
It is always difficult to keep the soul of a flower and a bird. Who wants Ruan Langgui to cross the river? 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.
Baoren caressed the coffin and cried. He gave Su Xiaoxiao a grand burial and was buried at the pier of Xiling. Today, the inscription on her grave still reads: Su Xiaoxiao Qiantang Tomb. Just Qiantang, no Su Xiaoxiao.
"I heard the fisherman's words, but I didn't expect him to make a name for himself, so I changed my worn coat into a golden coat. I want to ask why there is one more feeling, and I will get wet and perform a play. So you are already in the painting. " That childe became famous in one day, and saw all the Chang 'an flowers, and no one remembered his poverty in the past. That son felt sorry for his cold coat yesterday, but now he thinks the purple python is too long. Facing the smiling Qinhuai singer, he misses the old man in Qiantang many years ago. What is the beauty in Huangtuling? Xiqiao Lake, Xiaoxiao is here? She gradually became the beauty in the painting. Baoren painted all her smiles on rice paper, but there was no way to get her back to earth.
Painting can't be painted, words can't be expressed, it's all a play.
Now, after the Millennium, we are busy singing praises for Taiping. On the TV screen, the beautiful sandalwood woman with a pipa and red teeth is chanting the lyrics in a low voice. Oh, she seems to be singing: "I have an affair with you, let me tell you", and I have a pot of wine. How can I comfort the dust?