Cherry Mouth Moon Eyebrows
- "Beautiful Beauty Series: Bian Yujing"
The black magpie bridge is still there, but the race girl has not come back
- The crying spirit in the brocade forest of Zituo Temple in Wumei Village
When the quicksand passes in the palm of your hand, there will always be a feeling of reluctance. , why is the love that was achieved when we were young so unforgettable and unable to melt away after several years? In September of the seventh year of Kangxi, that is, in September 1667 AD, Meicun, who had been imprisoned for seven years, was finally released. Perhaps because the world of mortals has taken everything for granted, Meicun, who was over sixty years old, traveled hundreds of miles to the Jinshulin of Zituo Temple in Huishan, Wuxi to pay his respects to the Saisai of yesteryear and the Taoist priest of Yujing today.
After several searches, we found the cemetery in the shade of the maple forest. The grass in the cemetery is withered and desolate, except for the red leaves spread out on the ground, which is very eye-catching. Like tongue blood dripping from a jade bottle, under the shocking sight, a volume of the Lotus Sutra widely spread in Jiangzuo unfolded: bowls, wooden fish, flower bells, reeds, flowers like blood shining, indicating the past separated by yin and yang, thinking about the distance. It has been four years since Yujing passed away. From time to time, a few red leaves slipped off Qingyi, and he bent down to pick up a few red leaves. Meicun couldn't help but burst into tears, covering his face and crying. At this time, it had been four years since Bian Yujing died of poverty and illness.
Looking carefully, the "Tomb of Yujing Taoist" came into view. In a trance, I vaguely saw an oil-walled car passing by the tomb. The half-open bead curtain reflected the rouge face of pear blossoms. Could it be: the resurrected race girl at the head of Wuque Bridge? Come? Could it be that I care about the three thousand trees in the plum garden, and visit the garden to reminisce about old times?
A cold moon shines in the sky, but no beautiful woman comes to hold her hand. The clouds are left in the air, and the eyebrows are tightly knitted in despair! I still remember the first time we met at Huqiu Mountain Pond, the Xiang curtain was half-opened and there was no dust, the brush and inkstone were inserted horizontally to reflect each other, and the plum blossom outfit shocked everyone. Pearls often come out of the mouth of cherries, and they are hung in front of the small regular script hall. The paintings of orchids are unparalleled. In the day, the calligraphy and ink are used to reflect the beautiful face, and at dusk, the Yao and the lyre bird fly in fright. Unparalleled in appearance and intelligence, how many Tao Lingke have been killed in shame!
The two coincided with the first meeting in life. The drunkenness covered the emperor's heart. Although the emperor had intentions, it was difficult to break the control. Due to his poor background, he was not scornful. He wasted his talent on Jiangzuo and became famous. He could only sigh and stare back. He offered marriage to the lady against his will. His heart was always with Yun Shang. Lovesickness, who would have thought that it would break the heart of a sweetheart repeatedly, and not mention that day for years.
The floating world is like a dream separated from chaos and suffering, and the thoughts are depressed and sad, but few people know it. In 1645), Shao Zhan had only been in the official position for two months. It was difficult for Ma (Shiying) and Ruan (Dacheng) to get together, so he thanked the official and returned to Linquan. In the ninth year of the reign of Emperor Chaozong (1652), he made a promise to write a letter of deep self-blame. After his death, Emperor Chaozong regretted: "Life and death, I am always responsible for the Hou Yingnuo, and I want to shed tears of pepper syrup." Chaozong.
In the autumn of the seventh year of Shunzhi, I visited Qianyi's family in Changshu and found out that Yun Shang was still living in the lake. I was eager to see Yun Shang's face again. In this way (Liu Rushi), after several mediations, Yun Shang finally arrived. Who would have thought? When the tea cloth was gone, I found out that I went up to the building as an excuse to order some plum makeup. Rumor has it that the Prime Minister has been in the attic for a long time. An old illness suddenly broke out and it was difficult to see each other. There will be a time to visit in the future. With a startling glance, there is no trace, I am ashamed to kill Mr. Jun but I am so lucky! It's hard to see each other so close to each other, so sad and weeping, knowing that negative feelings have repeatedly hurt my heart. I can't forget the regrets of the past, but I can't recall the sentimental and shy face. Sadly, I wrote a poem about the Qin River. I only hope that I can forgive you.
The maple leaves are turning red again in front of the stairs. The strings of the old piano are no longer played. The red leaves fill the pond and are gone with the wind. I cry to Jiangzhou alone with sadness. In the fourth chapter of the poem, to Yi Yan, I remember that the autumn night in Hengtang was beautiful, and the golden cup held its light to the moon, wishing that we would never meet each other in three lifetimes. Who would have thought that all the unpredictable things in the world would eventually come to naught, and that they would end up being deprived of the beauty’s crazy thoughts.
I stay up all night recalling old times. A curved willow leaf and moon eyebrow separates the twelfth floor of the red wall. The autumn water stares at the memory of the past life, and how much sorrow there is in the floating life? The cherries are half-open and pretty, and all the merchants are drunk after a clear song. Holding hands and worshiping the moon together, the black hair is messy and the wind is blowing. I pick up the jade comb to make up my makeup, the water and the moon are the matchmaker, and the mirror flowers are the alliance. They are dressed in red and worship each other. , I can only see the shadows of the double walls reflected in the horizontal pond, just like mandarin ducks playing in the water, two people are deeply in love, sighing only, a petal of the heart flower passes eastward, and the swallows rain outside the chaotic threshold, leaving the Han Dynasty in the sky to shine on the Xiangjiang River.
Another month in March, I suddenly heard that the maid came to assassinate me, and I found out that when I arrived at Yujing in Loudong, my face was as thin as yesterday, and I suddenly changed my cloud brocade clothes from the past. , the whisk lightly lifted up the willow silk, and I realized that the beautiful woman was gradually beginning to have the desire to leave the world! After repeatedly admonishing him, he still refused to listen. After several wanderings, his delicate hands were pulled, and all the things in the world of mortals ended. When he held his delicate hands and sang the chorus, the soft palm lines were as cold as ice, and he realized that the old things were like dreams and no longer existed, and the mirror, flowers and moon had finally become empty!
The piano bag gradually came out and he said eloquently: I have seen my friends in Qinhuai for a long time, and today I will give it a stroke as a Jun Gong to relieve a lifelong regret. How much pain can a Qing Dynasty Shang song tell? The horse was frightened when crossing south in a hurry, and many young ladies were inevitably spared. Xu was as beautiful as a flower, and she was selected as a servant of Zhaocai in Yeting. Unfortunately, she didn’t even know the king. The soldiers of the Qing Dynasty had broken through the city gates. Hongguang was crossing south to live in the countryside, and his concubines were kidnapped. There are many people who go north, and once they leave their homes, it is difficult to return. How many people are left in despair?
Who would have thought that although the Jiaofang was not a pure scholar, it would become a place for selection in the Ye Ting. Two Shas and one Dong Cai became famous, but were eventually ravaged into the underworld. After not singing for a long time, Sai Nu was summoned to escape from Yeting. She got off the boat dressed in Taoist attire. The country was ruined and it was difficult for people to stay. She did not serve as an official and was a guest in two dynasties. A Qing Shang song made ten people shed tears and the birds flew away.
Although Mr. Jun is a man, he is not as good as Yiyun Shang in Jiaofang! Mistakes were regrettable throughout his life, and he lost his reputation as an official for the second time. Forced by the imperial court, he repeatedly tried to accuse him of resigning, but to no avail. In response to the imperial edict, he went to the capital to give lectures, and was promoted to the Imperial Academy to offer wine. Four years later, due to illness, Fang resigned and returned home to express his condolences. I blame myself every night and no one recognizes me. I have been a stain on my official career for two dynasties. I only wish to die in monk's attire in order to repay the name of Jiangzuo in the past and live up to the king and the minister!
The sound of bells is heard again in the ancient temple, and the love song of separation is added
- Yujing alone keeps the green lantern and sits on the alms bowl, and it took three years to complete the Huayan Sutra
On such a night, listening to such music of Dongxiao, my heart actually aches inexplicably, I didn't want to recall the sorrow of the past, but every time I went to Hengtang, the pain would intensify, causing me to reincarnate on the edge of life and death several times, wandering undecided.
I have thought about it several times, I have thought about it many times, I met the wild rice wild rice at the beginning of Hengtang, and the music and the harp harmonized with each other without guessing. I still remember that I used the inkstone for you until the fifth watch. Make up for it.
In the midst of my heart-melody, the ancient temple bell rang three times at an inappropriate time, like heavy syllables hitting my heart, making my meditation unsteady and chaotic. The green lamp illuminates the yellow scroll, adding to the song of separation. With his bare hands unable to lift a fiber needle, he pricked his tongue to draw blood to write the Huayan, and Yinhao painted it with red for protection. It took three years to complete the Lotus Sutra. Clean hands are inscribed with incense and scallop leaves, brush branches with precious lotus and hook hands with silver. Life and death are only in the sandalwood forest, and the green lotus tongue knows that it will never decay.
Pushing the window and looking at the moon in the sky, a song of Qing Shang tells someone. I once remembered that I was drunk with a bottle of fragrant wine. I picked up a few bottles and looked at the king's heart. I asked with shameful words, do you mean it? Who would have thought that all I could see was the beautiful face. Although Sai Nu is a brothel girl, she considers herself to be as noble as the heavens, but she regrets her idleness, accidentally falling into a swamp and ruining her cleanliness. She is fragrant compared to the orchid, and her face is graceful and graceful in the wind.
Reminiscent of the old days, the sound of lights and the shadow of the Qinhuai River, the princes and grandsons paid many visits to each other, and they formed a good relationship to flourish in Jinling. How popular are you? How many nights of feasting with students in Meilou? Although Sai Nu is a brothel girl, she has been tired of welcoming the new wind at the front door for a long time, so she has no choice but to commit the crime of impermanence and enter the brothel. How many resentments and words are there?
I still remember when we first met in Huqiu Hengtang, I admired the name of Mr. Jun Jiangzuo, and my heart was full of desire to follow him. Who would have thought that Mr. Jun was looking at Zuo and speaking his mind, and only a smile could cover up the sadness. Don’t mention good intentions after all these years!
The past was chaotic and sad, and many ladies fell into the dust. The Qing army marched southward. In order to avoid the disaster, they wore Taoist attire and walked like duckweeds in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. In the end, they were tired of their reputation. They mistakenly married a Zhongshan wolf. After getting out of the prison and entering the Taoist temple, I met a guard from Wuzhong. I was saved by the other official Zhu Zhi. The daily offerings were very rich, and I held lessons and recited them. When I was free, I came to Zhu Mei Taoist temple. I kissed and smelled my predecessor every now and then, and took the plum pure vase outside the threshold.
Outside the temple, I heard the wind again, half a ladle of cold rain poured down, the fallen leaves of the sycamore tree were carrying mud claws, Xijiang Shiyue never came back, in order to repay the favor of the protector, I gently raised my delicate hand to prick the tongue blood, and the drops of blood melted into the jade bottle. Even though my heart hurts like a thorn, I have no regrets. Regular script Jiang Zuozhuan.
After three years of not eating oil or salt, I thanked guests behind closed doors and wrote Huayan letters. My black hair gradually became silvery and full of frost, and I was as weak as a sick lotus! The round fan smudges several branches of orchids, the dreams are broken by the flowers and branches, and the red wall separates the twelfth floor. The maze is separated by the chaotic swallows and the rain, how much I look forward to Loudong!
It was the middle of winter in ten years, and the five-color plum trees in the Taoist temple were in full bloom. Yujing knew that the deadline was approaching, so he picked up a bouquet of five-color plum blossoms, placed it in a plum vase and looked at it carefully. In a daze, he vaguely saw a person holding it in his hand. A clean vase, with several dew-condensed plum branches inserted sideways in the vase. Wherever the wind passed by, the lotus mantle fluttered and danced with the wind. She was as graceful and graceful as a fairy, but she saw her lightly lifting the plum branches and dancing in one word. She half-opened her red lips and said quietly: "Previous body fit" He is a lotus picker, and there is a pond in front of his door. The sculls of Hengtang are gone like flying, but where is the wealthy family's return...
About the author
Fairy Qinglian, whose real name is Guo Gaixia. Bachelor's degree in Chinese language and literature from Inner Mongolia Normal University. Vice Chairman of Inner Mongolia Network Artists Association and representative of the 8th Autonomous Region Writers’ Congress. He is a member of Inner Mongolia Writers Association, a member of China Water Conservancy Writers Association, a member of Inner Mongolia Jiusan Society, a contracted writer of Inner Mongolia, a certified writer of Toutiao, a special writer of Wangyue Literature, and a member of Heilongjiang Ecological Art Association. He is the author of the novels "Three Life Stones", "Glazed Lamp" and "Li Shutong". Collection of essays "Moon Eyebrows and Mandarin Duck Sleeves" and "Enchanting Snow Dancing on the Wall". His works have been selected into "Style Records of Contemporary Writers and Poets", "Selected Works of Contemporary Chinese Writers", "Selected Works of Contemporary Chinese Literary Works", etc. Novels, essays, poetry, literary reviews, and calligraphy and painting reviews are all archived on the China Official Writers Network and collected by 360 personal libraries. The prose poem "Three Thousand Brocades Weaved on the Chinese Valentine's Day, Bu Yao's Light Shines on the Qiong Tower" won the first prize in the National Online Dragon Soul Competition, and the prose "Searching for Roots in the Salt Pavilion to Worship Lei Ancestor, Only to Know That Clothes Came Out of Bashu" was permanently collected by the Chinese Lei Ancestor Association. . The novel "Three Life Stones" was rated as a key book by China Literature and History Publishing House in 2016 and distributed globally.
