Cui Jiao was in a trance, and the first time I saw her was vivid. Cui Jiao still remembers that it was an early spring morning, before the sun rose, the Han River was hazy, and a boat disturbed the calm Han River. The girl on the boat is wearing a red dress and a yellow shawl covered with turquoise. Before people arrive, Song goes first. The crisp singing accompanied by billowing smoke drifted with the tide. Cui Jiao lost his mind when he stood in the smoky pavilion on the shore.
It is the seed of love and the age when the flower heart blooms. The heart of a teenager is like a gurgling river, and the emotions spreading in his heart are still suffused with water vapor. Blue transparent heart, the first sight of beauty is the birdsong in the ear and the floral fragrance in the nose.
Although Cui Jiao was a scholar, he had to live with his aunt because of his parents' death. The family's hopes are pinned on him. Although he also has the ambition of "ruling the country and keeping the country safe" in his heart, the social land annexation that Cui Jiao saw intensified, the land equalization system collapsed sharply, and the rent adjustment system was unsustainable. "Today, young people are immature, but those who inherit the resources of the world and have a lot of money are endowed with thin; Isn't it ridiculous that those who are old and strong, but live in poverty, have no family members, but give generously! "
Scholars have a deep heart for the world, but in real life, Cui Jiao is far more alert than his family. Even so, menstruation still has great expectations for next year's provincial examination.
Whenever I am bored, my aunt's maid Xiang Mei seems to be able to read his mind. "Light water. Die professionally. Generally speaking, Bai Zhou. Floating and stagnant. Whisper in the breeze. Beat the drums and let people go. Let go of the cast rod. You can swim and die. ................................................................................
"The wise Leshan Mountain is picturesque, and the benevolent enjoys endless water. A glass of wine is leisurely, and a cup of tea is dull. "
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"Why do you sell yourself short?" Giggling to Mei. "Have you ever heard of it, son? You would rather be poor and enjoy life than be rich and worried. "
In Cui Jiao's mind, Xiang Mei's voice, voice and smile are like the continuous Hanjiang River. Accompanied by Xiang Mei, this year's hard work was wrapped in honey. Whenever there is an opportunity, they will get together and play heart music with each other. Although Xiang Mei is a maid, she is also a woman who is only moved by O 'Neill. Cui Jiao told Xiang Mei the story of Green Pearl, a handmaid in the Western Jin Dynasty. Although Shi Chong was cruel and fierce, his natural death was a matter of course. It's just a pity that Green Pearl, who is good at dancing and playing the flute, left a sentence "May the effect die before you" and fell dead.
Xiang Mei was moved and said, "I would rather be the wife of ordinary people than the concubine of the royal family."
One year passed so quickly that Cui Jiao finally embarked on the road of scientific research. Before he left, both of them had Qian Qian's words in their hearts, but they could only hold hands and look at each other with tears in their eyes. "The world is sad, please ask Fu Jian to play tricks ... The spring breeze knows whether it is bitter or not." When Li Bai stood in Gu Xinting in Nanjing, he remembered the pain when he sent him away. Isn't this the scene now?
The first hand holds the beloved, but there is only one sentence "wait for me!" " "This is a promise and a heart. To mei choked up and nodded.
Back, aunt's misfortune is Cui Jiao unexpected. Before Cui Jiao left, his uncle had been lying in the hospital bed for a long time. One month after Cui Jiao left, his uncle died of illness and there were no children at home. The industry was also carved up by his people. Xiang Mei is elegant and gorgeous, and she is very pleasing to the ear. By chance, Yu Yong, the company commander of Xiangzhou, heard Xiang Mei's song and liked it very much. So, my aunt sold Xiang Mei to Yu Lianshuai for 400,000 yuan to make a living.
Cui Jiao listened to the darkness. The heart was instantly crushed into slag. Looking at the white hair of my aunt's sideburns that I haven't seen for a year, Cui Jiao had no face to ask. However, I remember that Xiang Mei has become someone else's concubine, and the pain of piercing the heart drove him to die a natural death.
On the day of parting, the pain of parting to Mei Mei's eyebrows is still in sight. Cui Jiao couldn't stand the pain of lovesickness, so he set off for Xiangzhou and found Yu Yong's mansion. Even if he looks at her from a distance, he will be satisfied for life. Cui Jiao will sit in the teahouse opposite Shuaifu every day to watch and have a cup of tea, and sit for one day. In a blink of an eye, half a year has passed, and I can hear a chat about Xiang Mei every day. Over the past six months, Yu Lianshuai and his love for Xiang Mei have not only taught her to learn melody and dance, but also cared for her in every possible way.
Cui Jiao was depressed. Xiang Mei's life is far smoother than her aunt's. A poor scholar like him has no hope of scientific research. How much beauty can he see in his future life? Thought of here, Cui Jiao silently shed tears, and his sweetheart's dancing posture by the river gradually became blurred. Suddenly, I remembered the story of the Green Pearl that I told Mei, and I felt it. I wrote: "The prince and grandson followed, and Green Pearl cried a towel." Xiao Lang was a passer-by as soon as Houmen entered the sea. "I decided to meet her, fulfilled her wish, and cut off the dust.
Maybe it's God's mercy. On the day of the Cold Food Festival, the closed door of Shuaifu suddenly opened, and the servants, handmaids and masters inside went out in turn and got on several cars that had already stopped there. Xiang Mei came out surrounded by her maid, with a high bun on her head, flowers on her head, a short yellow ribbon on the outside, and a plum blossom dance embroidered on her blue dress, still so charming.
Cui Jiao heard from people in the street that Yu Lianshuai and his family were going for an outing and were going to visit Taoyuan in the eastern suburbs. Cui Jiao followed the motorcade straight to Taoyuan. When he got there, Cui Jiao found that there were many tourists in Taoyuan, and almost all the families in every back door were there. While they were still exchanging pleasantries, Cui Jiao saw Xiangmei walking towards the depths of Taoyuan.
Cui Jiao followed closely, stopped to Mei, looked back at a peach tree not far away for a long time, and whispered, "Son, aren't you going to show up?"
Cui Jiao came out, two people don't know what to say at the moment, staring at each other, as if this moment can be frozen forever. A gust of wind blew, the leaves rustled and the petals on the peach blossoms danced with the wind. The Iraqis in the petals burst into tears, and the tears on the pink peach cheeks dripped like a broken line. Cui Jiao closed his eyes and settled down. She always walks up to Xiangmei silently and hands her poems. Turned and quickly left Taoyuan.
When I came back from the garden, Xiang Mei never thought about tea and rice, and always took out that poem in the dead of night. Mei Xiangdun felt that "the words in my heart have turned to dust". The poems presented by Cui Jiao to Xiang Mei were discovered by Yong's family. Soon, this poem was handed over to Yu Yong. At this point, Xiang Mei has not been in the water for many days. She has told the story of her life with Cui Jiao, but it is still a dream in reality.
"Am I bad to you?" You can't see the joys and sorrows on Yu Yong's face, just ask lightly.
Xiang Mei struggled to kneel on the ground. "Adults treat handmaiden very well, but handmaiden just wants to be single-minded and never give up."
Yu Yong was silent for a long time with a piece of paper that said "to a maid" and said nothing. Yingying Yanyan seems to have passed away, but after all, she still failed to catch up with her former couple.
Cui Jiao was taken to Shuaifu, worried all the way. In addition to his own safety, if Xiang Mei changes because of him, it will add another layer of sin to Xiang Mei.
"This poem was written by you?" Yu Yong motioned assume to show this poem to Cui Jiao.
Cui Jiao was sweating profusely. "It has nothing to do with Xiang Mei. It's all shameless."
Yu Zhong laughed a few times and ordered Xiang Mei to be brought to the front of the hall. "Four hundred thousand dollars isn't worth mentioning. Since you two love each other like oxygen, why didn't you say so earlier? "
Cui Jiao and Xiang Mei are all well that ends well, and the glitz in the world is not as good as the lost lover. From then on, the two disappeared into the world and lived the life of a fairy couple.
Of the more than 48,000 poems in the whole Tang Dynasty, only Cui Jiao left this poem, which also made a much-told story.