There is a beautiful Hongshan Bridge in Minhou County, more than ten kilometers outside Fuzhou. Although the bridge is not big, it is very distinctive. The whole bridge is made of bright red bricks, hidden in the green willows fluttering in the wind. Quite poetic, it is the favorite gathering place of local literati. This bridge looks like a red flame from a distance, so people are used to calling it Red Bridge. The infatuation story of Zhang Hongqiao, a talented woman in the early Ming Dynasty, happened here. Zhang Hongqiao's real name is Xiufen. Because she lives in the west of Hongqiao and has the same name as Hongqiao, people call her Zhang Hongqiao, but forget her real name. Zhang Hongqiao is not from Fujian. She was born in a big family in the Central Plains. Because of the war at the end of Yuan Dynasty, her parents took her to the south. Unfortunately, both her parents died of illness on the way, and Xiao Xiufen was entrusted to her aunt. My aunt is the favorite concubine of a noble family. She is beautiful, well-informed and knowledgeable. After the war, her husband's family declined. She lived alone with her young niece, arrived in Min County, Fujian Province, and finally settled next to Hongqiao in Dangshi County. The first and second girls have no livelihood, so my aunt has to rely on her beauty and talent to attract some exiled aristocrats and local literati to get together and talk, and entertain them with tea and wine to make a living in a way that looks like prostitutes but is not prostitutes. With the passage of time, my aunt is getting younger and younger, but under the careful cultivation of her aunt, Xiao Xiufen becomes smarter day by day and becomes a famous little beauty and talented woman, and the name of Zhang Hongqiao gradually rises to her head. Others visit their homes no longer to be entertained by their aunts, but to praise Zhang Hongqiao's name. But my aunt cherishes Hongqiao very much, and will not let her entertain guests easily, but she is bent on finding a favorite marriage for her niece. Zhang Hongqiao himself is very lofty. He doesn't care about playboys and happy people at all. He only threatened to serve her husband with poetry and devoted himself to finding poets like Li Bai. This aroused the interest of the pretentious and talented scribes around, and they threw poems in Zhang Hongqiao in succession, hoping to win the favor of beautiful women through poems. There are piles of helpless poems on Zhang Hongqiao's desk. She evaluated it carefully and then arranged it in order. There is nothing in particular that she likes, and she disdains to answer. At that time, young people with outstanding literary talents in Fujian were listed as "Top Ten in Fujian": Lin Hong, Wang Zhuo, Wang Gong, Chen Liang, Gao Bing, Tang Tai, Wang Bao, Zhou Guang, Huang Wu and Zheng Ding, all of whom were pretentious literary talents. Naturally, some of them attacked Zhang Hongqiao. Among the "Top Ten Talents in Fujian", Minhou was the first to write poems for Zhang Hongqiao's desk. One of his poems is written like this: the sun sets at the point of rushing, and the collaterals are heartbroken. You didn't reply several times, but Yin Fei couldn't fly to Hengyang. Although the artistic conception is strong and poetic, Zhang Hongqiao thinks he is shallow, but he is still unmoved and never says much. At this time, Wang Zhuo, a gifted scholar in Yongtai, returned from study tour and made a short stay in Min County. I went to visit Wang Gong, a literary friend, and immediately became interested when I heard him talk about Zhang Hongqiao's name and taking a husband by poetry. Wang Zhuo, also known as "a romantic genius in northern Fujian", is handsome and quick-thinking. I studied in Hunan, leaving behind poems and compassion all the way. Since Zhang Hongqiao is so hard to be tempted, he adopted a step-by-step tactic, renting a house near the Zhang family first, in order to win the favor of beautiful women and win their hearts, that is to say, the advantage of water is the advantage of the month. Wang Zhuo lives upstairs next door to Zhang Hongqiao's house. Looking down from the window, you can see more than half of Zhang Zhai, and Zhang Hongqiao's boudoir is facing his bedroom window. Zhang Hongqiao's every move in the house can be reflected into Wang Zhuo's eyes through the screen window, so that Wang Zhuo can see it clearly. One afternoon, Wang Zhuo sat by the window and watched the movement of Hongqiao across the street. Hongqiao was taking a nap. In midsummer, she wore a tulle shirt.
After sitting in front of the window for a whole afternoon, Wang woke up by mistake, and his poems were full of enthusiasm. He wrote down his feelings: ivory baskets and blue sarong, elegant beauty sleeping soundly; Smoke wipes peony at dawn, and autumn water soaks hibiscus. Shen Youpeng Island has 3,000 boundaries, and dreams around the Twelve Peaks of Wushan; Who was suddenly awakened by Qi's voice, feeling sweet, sweaty and crisp. "He consciously wrote beautifully and sweetly, praised the charm of Zhang Hongqiao, and expressed his wish, so he was very satisfied and sent Miss Zhang to Hongqiao's dresser. Zhang Hongqiao stood by and saw that the words and artistic conception of poems such as Painting Peony Cage, Catching Lotus and Visiting Pengdao were elegant and fresh, but the words such as "Dream around Wushan Mountain" and "Milk Sweat" were too frivolous. It turned out that Hongqiao noticed that a handsome young student lived in his neighbor. Knowing that he looks at himself every day, he secretly hopes that he can become a person with outstanding literary talent and just the right appearance. I read the poem he gave me today, and I admit that his poem is very good and wonderful. However, I don't think he is serious. After all, he is not the ideal object in life, so I still don't reply as usual. While Wang Zhuo was waiting for the answer, his friend Lin Hong came. He is the son of a nobleman in Fuqing County, Lin Hong. He is smart, studious and brilliant, and is listed as the first of the "Top Ten Talents in Fujian". In the early years of the Wu Dynasty, Lin Hong was recommended to Nanjing by the local governor in the name of talents. Zhu Mao Yuanzhang personally presided over the court examination and exported poems, which won Mao's favor and was appointed as the staff of the refined grain department of the Ministry of Rites. In Beijing, I married Zhu, a wealthy family. Zhu is also a talented woman, and she can write good poems, and both husband and wife enjoy their poems. They are very loving and sweet. Unfortunately, beauty is short-lived. Less than three years after marriage, Zhu died of illness and was heartbroken; At this time, Lin Hong clashed with his boss because of his aloof temperament. Two things together, make Lin Hong disheartened, simply resigned from office and returned to his hometown. There is nothing to do in my hometown, I visit old friends everywhere, and I feel very kind and gratified to see Wang Zhuo in Min County. They sat in Wang Zhuo's house and talked all night. It was a full moon night, and my eyes inadvertently moved out of the window, and I caught a glimpse of a graceful beauty in the yard next door, burning incense in the moonlight and resting on the mattress. She looks focused and quiet. In the bright moonlight, she was like a jade carving bodhisattva, a fairy who came down to earth, casually chanting: "You were half awake when you were burning incense in the Gui Dian, and your flowers were like water. "I am ashamed to see Altair Vega. Then, Lin Hong asked Wang Zhuo about the woman, and Wang Zhuo told his friend what he knew about Zhang Hongqiao. Lin Hong knows that this woman can't be despised. He carefully copied the poem with Jasper notes, put it in a toolkit, and politely asked the landlord and the old lady in Wang Zhuo to give it to Hongqiao. Hongqiao couldn't help laughing when he saw this poem. This poem is vivid and elegant, full of admiration and temptation, but solemn and not frivolous. Unconsciously, she moved her mind and helped her write a poem for the old woman next door to give to Lin Hong. She wrote: Pear flowers fight for Chanjuan silently, and Hanyin leans in front of the embroidered building; Love always burns incense and never complains. She used poetry to spit out the news of her inner loneliness, and pretended to be reserved, looking like a shy girl in love. The landlord returned to his room with a poem and congratulated him: "When Miss Zhang grew up, more than 100 people contributed, and she never replied. Son, this is your first time. Lin Hong was naturally overjoyed and generously rewarded the old lady, so she soon began to read poems and notes. Smart and affectionate, he naturally understood the feelings of Hongqiao and immediately wrote a poem "Qing". Who knows that Pengshan is far away, and the painting column is near Hongqiao.