Is it a bamboo flute? Or pipa? Lingering, accompanied by a touch of gardenia fragrance, mixed with a touch of magnolia fragrance, seeping into the heart and spleen ... is this Jiangnan in my heart? Or a distant dream? Strolling on the bluestone path, clogs are stamped and the slate is wet and slippery. Curled up with moss for a winter, I started poking around, revealing a delicate and slightly interesting face. The dense buttonwood leaves cast a cool shadow, hazy and dense. After the short life of cherry blossoms falling like snow, they leave a leaf swaying gently with the wind. Is it still that yard? Is it Tang Wan's sigh? Or Lu You's chanting? Everything is suddenly far and near, hovering between within reach and out of reach. I saw the Shen Garden, the palace wall willow and the peach blossom still. Without the cup of Huang Teng and the east wind, why is there a faint sadness? Is Monsanto really still there? But why is it so hard to find old people? Just because Jin Shu finds it hard to believe this feeling of separation? "Cousin, times are thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk! Can you and I meet again? " Although the peach blossom is gorgeous, it can't hide the sadness between the eyebrows. Tears slide across the powder. Is it hate, sadness, sadness, sadness ... Did Lu You answer the word "can"? Years later, when Tang Wan, who had already married someone else's wife, met Shen Yuan again, how bitter was it? Refers to, gently across the song "Hairpin Phoenix". Spring is like home. People are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face. Is everything really wrong? Shen Garden, Shen Garden, even pavilions, blue bricks and white walls, full of spring scenery, how much sadness can you hold? No matter who whispers Wu Nong, no matter who wears sleeves, Song Feng is beautiful and dancing, and the hair of Zanhua is sad and moving. Do people who think they liberated Weng know how ridiculous Tang Wan is? Look at the traces of poems left on the white wall, if any, but they have penetrated the ups and downs of this world. Mysterious clothes are flying, and green willows are holding the sleeves of people who have left. "Wan Mei, when the city is full of spring scenery and the palace walls are stained with willows, we will definitely meet, even if the east wind is evil again!" What a good "East Wind Evil", what a pun. Look at the desolate and aging Tang Wan. Have you waited for Chun Lv Gongliu? It happened that Shen Yuan was so small. See you again. Goodbye, but the dream is broken. Peach blossoms are full of idle pool pavilions. How many worries, can only lean on alone, mumbling. I don't care if I can't see you, but I'm very sad, very sad. Who do you blame? Blame the east wind Blow those red crisp hands? Or is it the sorrow of blowing wrinkles like water? I only know that since ancient times, how many soft-hearted swordsmen and romantic talents have stumbled over a love story! "Cousin, a toast to you!" Thinking, the little purple sand and tears on the warm fingers dripped on the bouquet of chrysanthemum tea. Tea is as clear as water, but full of bitter water and tears. Eyes lit up in an instant, only to see Zhao Shicheng in Wen Ya, nodded and smiled. Eyes become vacant and sad. Took the tea feebly. Does it taste bitter? Probably my heart is empty and I don't know its taste. Looking up again, I was greeted by the sad autumn pupils of the Iraqi people. People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The horn is cold and the night is hazy. Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Keep a secret! Do you know, Tang Wan, that your smile is an eternal wound in Lu You's heart and an inexplicable pain in Zhao Shicheng's heart? There is also a grave built for love in the world. The breeze has dried up, but the tears remain. Bamboo flute or pipa? It is still a gentle sound of clogs. It turned out to be a Jiangnan dream. A gardenia leaf falls gently. ...
The above is prose.
The following is an introduction.
Lu You, a famous patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, had a rough life. Not only is his career bumpy, but his love life is also unfortunate.
In the 14th year of Shaoxing, Song Gaozong, Lu You and his 20-year-old cousin Tang Wan got married. The two were childhood friends, and they were guests after marriage. But Lu You's mother didn't like Tang Wan, and finally forced Lu You to divorce her. Lu You and Tang Wan have deep feelings and don't want to be separated. He begged his mother again and again, and she scolded him.
Lu You was forced by her mother's orders to reluctantly separate from Tang Wan. Later, Lu You married Wang according to her mother's wishes, and Tang Wan was forced by her father to marry a native of the same county. Thus the happy marriage of the young couple broke down.
One spring ten years later, Lu You wandered alone in Yin Shan's Shenjiayuan, feeling blue. While he was sitting alone drinking to drown his sorrows, he suddenly saw Tang Wan and her remarried husband Zhao Shicheng.
Although he has been separated from Tang Wan for many years, his feelings for Tang Wan have not been completely shaken off. It occurred to him that Tang Wan used to be his beloved wife, but now she belongs to others, just like the willow tree in the forbidden palace, but I can't reach it.
Thought of here, grief suddenly welled up in my mind, he put down his glass and was about to pull away. Unexpectedly, Tang Wan got Zhao Shicheng's consent and gave him a glass of wine. Lu You saw Tang Wan's action and realized her affection. Two lines of tears flowed down sadly, and she looked up and drank the bitter wine of Tang Wan.
Then on the white wall, I wrote the poem "Hairpin Phoenix":
Huangteng wine with crisp hands fills the palace wall with spring willows.
East wind evil feeling thin, sad for several years.
No! No! No!
Spring is as thin as an old man, and his face is red with tears.
Tao Hua Luo xian chi ge
Although it is difficult for Meng Shan to trust Jin Shu.
Mo! Mo! Mo!
In this poem, Lu You expressed his sadness and guilt, his deep affection for Tang Wan, and his dissatisfaction with his mother's beating Yuanyang.
Lu You wrote the inscription, took a deep look at Tang Wan, and then left. After Lu You left, Tang Wan stood there alone and read the word "Hairpin Phoenix" several times from beginning to end. She could no longer control her feelings and burst into tears. At home, her sorrow and resentment are hard to resolve, so she also wrote a poem "Feng Feng":
The world is cold, human feelings are weak, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late.
Xiaofeng's tears dried up and she wanted to write something on her mind, leaning against the diagonal bar.
Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!
A person who was not sick yesterday often seems to be thousands of miles away.
At night, the horn sounded so cold that people dared not ask questions, swallowed their tears and pretended to be happy.
Hide. Hide. Hide.
Tang Wan soon died of depression.
Lu You was very sad to learn of Tang Wan's death. In order to express his inner pain, he later came to Shenyuan many times to write an inscription in memory of Tang Wan.