How I wish to be a bridge medicine, born for you every year.

? Ada

one

On the bank of Chilan Bridge, the flute came from my ear, ethereal and distant. The melody revealed sadness and sadness, and the sound was embedded in my soft heart.

So I lifted my skirt and looked at the source of music outside the window.

A man with a blue flute stands with a negative hand, and his back is as elegant and calm as freehand brushwork.

I remember him, with a little sadness between my eyebrows and eyes. On that day, it was misty and rainy, and peach blossoms fell in succession. He rode a white horse and crossed the Chilan Bridge alone. My clothes are wet, which adds a lot of loneliness.

I took off the acacia wood at the edge of the case, closed my eyes slightly, and for a long time, a few light sounds trickled out, and then the moonlight burst out like rain clouds, echoing his quiet flute.

Finish a song. I slowly raised my eyes, and he also changed his eyes. A pair of clear eyes stared at me. When I saw his eyes change from wonder to joy, I knew I had a feeling in my heart.

Jiangling Pavilion. I'm wearing a crimson silk shirt, black hair and a tall plate. The eyebrows are lit with red cores, silver forks are swaying, and the hands are singing "Nishang". When the last few light sounds floated out, a clear male voice came.

"good! Hefei is remote and the music is terrible. This melody is rare! "

As soon as I looked up, I saw a man standing outside the gauze, smiling and rich as jade.

A joy in my heart, it is him.

The moonlight is fading, and the night in early spring is colder. There are newly folded peach blossoms in the white glaze of Jun kiln, and the white petals are condensed. I put on a pure white dress, picked up a turquoise stone pot, put on this year's newly brewed cherry wine, and slowly walked out.

"Little girl Ada, dare you ask your son's name?" I lowered my eyes shyly, afraid to look up at Zhang Jun's face.

"I was rude. I just wanted to remember this song, but I forgot to say my name!" He made a series connection at once, apologized, and then said, "My name is Jiang Kui. I live in Huzhou and have come all the way. Fortunately, my friend is a neighbor and invited me to Chaohu Lake. "

"But what about the' White Stone Taoist' who lives in Buju Mountain and Shaoxi White Stone Cave?" I'm a little surprised, but it seems to be expected to think about it. My sister inquired earlier that this person is Fan Zhongne's best friend, from Huzhou. With such tolerance, it is inevitable that he is the scholar who lives in Baishi.

"Friends are abusive, how dare you call it that!"

"Why not, this? Yan Yan has long heard that this son is very famous: Jiang Kui, a humanitarian white stone Taoist, is bold and unconstrained, and his calligraphy is cool. Everything is a text, such as Lu Guimeng, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty; Shentong, even the great scholar Zhu is deeply impressed! "

After all, he was laughing, and he didn't shirk it. The beautiful corners of his mouth raised an arc.

I was a little absent-minded, but I soon returned to normal.

A geisha who hangs out with men all the year round can easily hide his emotions.

I filled the cup and handed it to the man in front of me: "Do you want to listen to Yan Yan's new song?"

"I'm honored." He closed his eyes slightly and looked grateful.

I picked up the pipa between the pavilions and plucked it a few times.

A few soft sounds floated out, and soon they were like a gurgling spring, like natural sounds.

two

At dawn, I heard sad music in this lonely city. Suddenly, I was cold and tired, and all I saw was yellow and green, all old acquaintances in Jiangnan. Look at the yellow and green weeping willows on the roadside, as familiar as I have seen in Jiangnan. Strong liquor, small bridge house. I'm afraid that pear blossoms will fall in autumn, Yan Yanfei. Where is Wen Chun? Swallows fly and ask the light, only the water in the pond knows.

This is the willow he gave me.

The weather is warm and cold in early spring.

Afraid of being lonely at home, I swam around the Jindou River with Baishi portable wine.

There are many shops on both sides of the river, buildings on the shore, pavilions under the water, singing every day and an orchestra every night, thinking that it will always be more lively than Qiaoxi Hutong.

At that time, there were many willows by the bridge. When Biepu was lingering, many wanderers were folding willows to bid farewell, and some literati wrote farewell poems to friends by the bridge.

Baishi also wrote a poem for me cheerfully, which is the poem "Yellow Willow".

I teased him: "People are leaving to write poems and express their feelings, but you have to grab pen and ink to give me a feeling that you are not afraid of attracting others to revile!" ? "

However, he gazed at me gently with a pair of clear eyes and put his hands around my waist: "This is between us, no matter what others do!" "

I blushed, but I was very happy. This is the first time he has admitted our feelings so seriously.

I took the scroll in his hand and whispered in his ear, "Baishi, do you have a wife?"

Time seems to be still, and I seem to hear my shortness of breath.

Suddenly, he held my hand a little looser, nodded and said, "I have."

I bit my lip and looked sad. I should know how such an elegant and refined man can have no wife.

Seeing my loss, he seemed to make a promise and said, "She is my friend's niece who forgot the year. Xiao Xiong is very kind to me, and I must marry her. But I don't love her. In my heart, you will always be the only one. "

His eyes were fixed on me, and his eyes were firm.

I nodded slightly, but the heartstrings were touched.

Just, as long as you have me in your heart.

three

In fact, the first time I saw Baishi was not in the spring of a year ago.

This happened fifteen years ago, in the third year of Xichun, in Yangzhou, where it began to snow at night.

At that time, the nomads from the south invaded, and the Jianghuai army was defeated, which shocked China and foreign countries. After the war, Yangzhou was desolate and desolate, with ten miles of long streets, but only wheat and houses were swaying.

On the solstice of winter,

Under the surviving tree by the bridge, two ragged girls snuggled together. The older one is a teenager and the younger one is only five or six years old.

"Sister, I am so cold, hungry and cold." The little girl cried with milk in her arms.

The eldest daughter held her sister tightly in her arms and coaxed her into saying, "Bear with it. My sister will sell my aunt's embroidery tomorrow, and there will be food to eat. "

With that, she opened the package in her arms with trembling hands. That is a pair of yellow embroidery. Tears can't help falling, but it's the only thing my mother has left.

"It's so late, why are you still here?"

My thoughts were interrupted by a clear male voice, and my sister went to seek fame. A thin scholar floated off the horse and raised his eyebrows and stared at them. Then, he turned and took down a white jade flute and a bag of dry food from his horse and came to them.

"I also went bankrupt. What is valuable is this Yu Di. If it is urgent, I can pawn it. " He gently put Yu Di with a slightly warm body temperature into her hand. "Don't worry, I still have friends to help."

With that, he got up and left, and a blue shirt fluttered in the wind like a flag.

Later, she heard that there was a beautiful poem on the winter solstice in Yangzhou, and everyone was singing it, called Yangzhou Slow.

Xichun Shen Bing went to Japan, and I passed Weiyang. At the beginning of the night snow, the wheat is looking forward to it. Into its city, depression, cold water green, twilight gradually, sad corner; Huai Yu is very sad, feeling the past and the present, because he likes this song very much. The old man in Yan Qian thought it was sad for him to leave.

Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place with few saddles on the initial journey.

Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green.

Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees by the pool and still hated talking about soldiers.

It's getting late and everything is empty.

Du Lang Jun's reward, even now, is too heavy to be surprising.

Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate.

The 24th Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and Leng Yue is silent.

After reading the red medicine by the bridge, you will know who you should live for every year.

From then on, no matter how sad she was, she couldn't escape his love.

four

In the second year of Shao Xi, in spring, the grass grows and the warblers fly.

I took the scroll sent by Fan's servant, and I couldn't hide my joy, so I quickly opened it.

In the eyes, there are three beautiful and handsome handwriting: Man Jiang Hong.

I began to read carefully:

When Xianmu came, she was watching. It was a thousand hectares. Flag * * *, under the clouds, according to the agreement in front of the mountain. Life drives the dragons, gold is the yoke and jade is the crown. At night, the wind will calm down and no one will smell the ring. Magic, try it. Dedicated to the right deviation and blocked Jiangnan. Send six thunderbolts, not guarding Dongguan. However, I laugh at the hero's lack of good players. How do you know, people are in the small red chamber, between the curtains and shadows.

What a leisurely and gentle poem, graceful and clear. Baishi asked me to compose music for him. In order to match the statutes, it is difficult for me to change it to a flat tone. I can't help but be moved by Baishi's thoughtfulness.

I've also thought about it. As soon as this score comes out, I'm afraid that all the good men and women around Chaohu Lake will use it as a pillar to carve the Divine Comedy.

I spread the book gently on the desk and was about to get the pipa from the cupboard when the old mother in the building came in a hurry.

"Yan Yan, there is a girl looking for you, don't want to break in. Aggressive, which official's daughter did you offend? "

"Looking for me?" I'm a little surprised. I can't remember which girl I was dating recently.

I went out of the embroidered pavilion and just wanted to ask which girl it was, when I saw a stumbling figure rushing in front of me.

The woman in front of me, wearing a blue shirt, is not a beauty, but a pair of beautiful eyes make the whole person look beautiful, elegant and refined.

I didn't know her purpose. I was just about to ask. She robbed me first.

"You are a famous geisha in Hefei, Liu Yanyan." Her eyes were a little cold. "Seeing is believing. No wonder my husband is so obsessed with you! "

Husband? My heart stopped. Is it Baishi's wife?

"In your mind, you should have guessed that I am Baishi's wife, Xiao."

When my heart is tense, can't I get peace without seeking fame and following?

"I am straightforward. You know, life now depends entirely on my brother Xiao's family, and even his official career can be bought by our Xiao family. And you are just a talented geisha. He is a world-famous white stone Taoist. You are obviously different from him. Not to mention that you can't help him, following him like this will only bring him shame. Lang Jiang is very talented. Don't let him be laughed at because of you. If you have a trace of true feelings for him, just leave before he comes back from Pan-Chaohu Lake. Don't delay him! " As she spoke, she took out a small package from her arms and handed it to me, her eyes gradually softening. "This is your compensation. Although it's not much, it's all my possessions, enough for you to live. "

The stubborn woman looked up with sadness in her brow.

"He has been wandering for the rest of his life. Give him stability. "

I'm sorry,

I just know that Baishi has been unable to make a living and has to run around.

White stone, white stone. I kept repeating the name in my mind over and over again.

Looking at the long-gone blue shirt floating in the wind, I pressed my finger hard and unconsciously left several sweat marks on the brocade handkerchief wrapped in jewelry.

five

I listened to the dripping rain on the eaves alone and watched the lake slowly flow by the Chilan Bridge. The refracted moon shadow emits soft light, but my eyes are quiet and foggy.

I gave the box containing the white jade flute and the sound spectrum of "Man Jiang Hong" to Fan Zhongne's servant and returned it to its original owner.

Always sighed and left quietly.

Baishi, I know you are sad and confused, and you have a cavity of ambition. Don't live up to your talent.

Baishi, you and I left at the beginning, and there is no more time for you.

My sister and I went back to our hometown and lived a life of bridges and flowing water until we were old.

Just, I don't know, that thin scholar, naked all his life, has tasted the bitter fruit of acacia almost all his life.

Later, when I passed away, I recited "Jiang Meiyin" to send acacia-

People have been away from each other for a long time, and when they see plum branches, they don't care about each other. There are a few small windows that dreamers carry with them. There is nowhere to be found in my dream tonight, wandering around, being attacked by the cold, and I don't know yet. Wet red hate ink shallow seal, Bao Zheng empty, no geese fly. The streets are empty and the old trees are oblique. The ship of the old testament, the mind has become wrong. The song "Huai Nan Chun Cao Fu" is popular again. Wandering travelers, tears stain their skirts.