Zhang Hongqiao's real name is Xiufen. Because she lives in the west of Hongqiao and her name is as famous 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 parents died halfway, and Xiao Xiufen entrusted it to her aunt. My aunt is a favorite of a high-ranking official's family. She is beautiful, knowledgeable and polite. During the war, her husband's family fell, and she lived alone with her young niece, and finally settled next to Hongqiao in Dangshi County, Fujian Province.
Two women, one large and one small, 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, chat, entertain them with tea and wine, and make a living like a prostitute.
Over time, my aunt is getting old, but under her careful cultivation, Xiao Xiufen has become a famous little beauty and talented woman, and Zhang Hongqiao's name has gradually been crowned on her head. Others visit their home, not to be entertained by their aunt, but mostly to admire the name Hongqiao. But my aunt cherishes Hongqiao very much and won't let her entertain it easily, but she is bent on finding a favorite marriage for her niece.
Zhang Hongqiao himself is very lofty and doesn't care about playboy and playboy at all. He just threatened that he would only take his husband away with poetry, and he would devote himself to finding talents like the poet Li Bai. In this way, it aroused the interest of the scholars who claimed to be brilliant around, and they threw poems at Zhang Hongqiao in succession, hoping to win the favor of beauty with poetry as the medium. Unfortunately, poems were piled up in piles on Zhang Hongqiao's desk. She carefully evaluated and arranged the order, and she didn't bother to answer unless there was someone special.
At that time, the young people with outstanding literary talents in Fujian were listed as "Top Ten Talents in Fujian": Lin Hong, Wang Zhuo, Wang Gong, Chen Liang, Gao Bing, Tang Tai, Wang Bao, Zhou Guang, Huang Wu and Zheng Ding. They were all pretentious literary talents, and naturally some people launched an offensive against Zhang Hongqiao.
The "Top Ten Talents in Fujian" who first threw poems on Zhang Hongqiao's desk were the princes of Fujian County. One of his poems is written like this:
The heavy curtain point is dim when the sun shines, and it is also heartbreaking when the weft is crying;
I sent the book several times, but you didn't reply, but the geese didn'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 a word.
At this time, Wang Zhuo, a gifted scholar in Yongtai, returned from his study tour and made a short stop in Minxian. When he visited Wang Gong, a literary friend, he heard about Zhang Hongqiao's fame and taking a husband by poetry, and immediately became interested. Wang Zhuo is also called "the romantic genius of northern Fujian". He is both handsome and witty. I studied in Hunan, leaving behind poems and compassion all the way. Since Zhang Hongqiao was so hard to be tempted, he adopted the strategy of gradually attacking, renting a house near the Zhang family first, in order to win the favor of the beauty. This is the so-called plan of getting the moon by the advantage.
Wang Zhuo lives upstairs next to Zhang Hongqiao's house. Looking down from the upstairs window, he can see most of Zhang Zhai, and Zhang Hongqiao's boudoir is facing the window of his room. Zhang Hongqiao's every move in the house can be reflected in Wang Zhuo's eyes through the window screen, which makes Wang Zhuo enjoy beauty and ugliness.
One afternoon, Wang Zhuo sat by the window and watched the movement of Hongqiao across the street. At this time, Hongqiao is taking a nap. It was midsummer, and she was lying in a blue tulle tent, wearing a tulle blouse as thin as a cicada's wing. Her plump and white body was faintly visible. What did this remind Wang of? I feel the warm fragrance of the county lingering around me. The sun is setting in the west, Hongqiao wakes up leisurely, looking lazy and silly, trying to sweat feebly with a cotton towel, and his posture is getting more and more sultry. If you sit by the window and watch the king all afternoon? Wake up at this moment, poetic and angry, and write down your feelings:
With ivory clouds and blue sarong, graceful people are sleeping soundly;
Smoke cage half smeared with peony, autumn water soaked in hibiscus.
Wandering around Pengdao for three thousand years, dreaming of the twelve peaks of Wushan;
Who put it there? The sound startled me at once, and I felt sweaty and crisp.
After writing, he felt that the words were wonderful and affectionate. He praised the charm of Zhang Hongqiao and expressed his wish, so he was very satisfied and was sent to the dresser of Hongqiao by Zhang's maid. Zhang Hongqiao used to stand there and look at it. The words and artistic conception in the poem, such as "Peony in a Smoke Cage", "Soaking in Hibiscus" and "Wandering in Pengdao" are elegant and fresh, but the words "Dream around Wushan" and "Sweating Milk" are too frivolous. It turns out that Hongqiao has noticed that there is a handsome young man living next door, knowing that he is looking at himself every day, and secretly expecting him to become an outstanding and talented man. Today, I saw the poem he gave me. I admit that he is poetic and brilliant, but I don't think he is serious enough. After all, he is not the ideal person for life, so I still didn't reply according to the usual practice.
While Wang Zhuo was still waiting for an answer, his friend Lin Hong came. Lin Hong is a noble family in Fuqing County. He is smart, studious and brilliant, so he is listed as the first of the "Top Ten Talents in Fujian". In the early years of Hongwu, Lin Hong was recommended to Nanjing by the local county magistrate as a talent. Zhu Yuanzhang personally presided over palace examination, became a poet, won Mao's favor and became an official. In Beijing, I married Zhu, a wealthy family. Zhu is also a talented woman, good at writing poems, and the couple's poems are very loving and sweet. Unfortunately, the beauty is unlucky. Less than three years after marriage, Zhu died of illness, which made him heartbroken; At this time, it happened that Lin Hong was lonely and had a conflict with his boss. Two things together, make Lin Hong disheartened, just resign from office and return home.
Visit old friends and friends everywhere when they are idle in their hometown. Meeting Wang Gu in Min County is naturally affectionate and happy. They sat in the Wangs' house and talked all night. It was a full moon night. I inadvertently looked out of the window and caught a glimpse of a charming beauty in the yard next door, burning incense under the moon and resting on a mattress, looking focused and quiet. In the bright moonlight, she is like a jade carving bodhisattva, a fairy, touching the scene, casually chanting:
In the Gui Dian, the fragrant wine is half awake, and the flowers are like water showing the silver screen.
I am ashamed to see morning glory and Vega.
Then, Lin Hong asked Wang Gu about the woman, and Wang Gu told his friend what he knew about Zhang Hongqiao. Lin Hong knew that this woman could not be taken lightly, so she carefully copied this poem with Jasper and put it in a toolkit, and politely asked the landlady in Wang Zhuo to give it to Hongqiao. Hongqiao couldn't help smiling when she saw this poem. This poem is vivid and elegant, full of admiration and temptation, but solemn and not frivolous. She unconsciously moved her heart and wrote a poem, which was still given to Lin Hong by the old lady next door. She wrote:
Pear blossoms are silent, and Han Yin leans in front of the embroidered door;
Self-love burns incense and disappears forever, and there is nothing to tell the sky forever.
She spits out the lonely news in her heart through poetry, pretending to be reserved, just like a shy girl who loves spring. The landlord returned to the king with poems? In the room, I congratulated and said, "Miss Zhang, since childhood, more than 100 people have submitted poems as media, and she never answered. Son, this is your first time. # Lin Hong was naturally overjoyed. He gave the old woman a generous gift. He is smart and affectionate, and naturally understands the intention of Hongqiao. He immediately wrote a poem and allowed the landlord and the old lady to send it again:
Yune looks like Dong Jiao Rao. She hates every spring.
Who knows Pengshan is far away and Hongqiao is close at hand.
I lived near the Zhang family for several months, but he always traveled around and couldn't express his feelings. Although Lin Hong lamented that he was "far away from Hongqiao" in his poems, he was getting closer and closer to Hongqiao's heart because of the diligent delivery of books by the landlady. Both of them read and write several books a day, and tenderness pervades both sides of the courtyard wall.
Seeing this situation, Wang Gu was as sour as drinking a jar of vinegar. He is envious and jealous, but his feelings can't be forced. He had no choice but to choose the way of "out of sight, out of mind" and return to Yongtai temporarily on the pretext of something at home.
Lin Hong lives here alone, and hasn't written poems day and night, making love with Hongqiao through the wall. Their relationship developed rapidly. I moved into Zhang's house on the pretext that Zhang's house was spacious and cool. At this time, Zhang Hongqiao's aunt was old and weak, and ignored the world. So, Zhang Hongqiao and Lin Hong lived together in a hospital, and actually became a pair of amphibious mandarin ducks, living together day and night. Lin Hong's dying heart rekindled the fire of love, holding incense and jade to make him happy. Zhang Hongqiao, on the other hand, secretly rejoiced that she belonged to her husband and felt the warmth and satisfaction that she had never had in her life at the age of twenty, which was revealed in her poems:
Lotus is full of books, between wings and high curative value;
Humanitarian Yaochi is like a spring sea, and a pair of bright moons fly.
Life is very sweet, and the two have been together, but they have not talked about formal marriage. Lin Hong may have ulterior motives; Zhang Hongqiao, on the other hand, was intoxicated with happiness and forgot the established rituals.
Wang Zhuo lived in his hometown for some time, but he still couldn't forget Fu Ying in Zhang Hongqiao. He simply made an excuse and went back to Min County to live next door to the Zhang family. Although he can't take the beauty into his arms, he still tries his best to peep at Zhang Hongqiao's beautiful posture and secretly bribe the maid of the Zhang family, so that she can often open the screen window of Hongqiao's boudoir and let him take in everything in a glance the scenery inside. Sitting in the window of his room, he not only peeked at the charm and beauty of Zhang Hongqiao, but also saw the flirting scene of the relationship-especially the relationship between men and women. When he was bored, he couldn't help but write "Crispy Milk", an obscene poem.
There are a pair of bright moons on the chest, and amethyst grapes are jasper round;
Under my husband's fragile window, dew hung on the gold branch several times.
Such obscene poems were spread to Hongqiao boudoir by Zhang's maid. When Zhang Hongqiao saw the poem, he was furious and denounced the servant girl, which also bored Wang Gu and forced her to return to her hometown in despair.
Zhang Hongqiao and Honey Juice's husband and wife lived for a year. Suddenly, they received a letter from Lao Yue's family in Beijing, asking him to go to Beijing as soon as possible to find another job. Lin Hong lived in seclusion for many years. Although he was accompanied by Zhang Hongqiao's tenderness, he could not satisfy his ambition to be a man. Now that the opportunity has come, he doesn't want to miss it. He just wants to go to Beijing to find a job first. After settling down, he will come to Hongqiao to share a rich life.
A pair of lovers reluctantly said goodbye. Before leaving, Lin Hong wrote a poem to express his lingering mood:
Love is so great that people laugh at me until I am old; How much I hate the moon dew cloud! Soft exhortation, tender love, melted all the iron in the liver and intestines; The flag pavilion puts wine and water out of season.
We should remember the fragrance of green sleeves, the warm wine in the jade pot and the silverscreen moon every night; How many states can store happiness and anger? Serene didn't take an oath. Where are we going? Yun Lan Chunshu, green and thousand folds tonight; I'll think about it. I'll talk to Iraq when I get back!
When Zhang Hongqiao saw these words, he was fascinated by Lin Lang's infatuation and was sad to leave. He also wrote lyrics according to the rhyme:
Under the phoenix mountain, jade leaks and hates, so take a good rest tonight; I haven't finished singing a song about the sun, so I have to live silently to urge me to say goodbye. With resentment, two lines of beads and tears, stained with thousands of heavy iron; A few inches of gentle heart will break the season of parting.
I also recall taking a bath thrush and dreaming of stepping on flowers and the moon hand in hand; Cardamom is hung on the chest, and today's rally is nominal. Peach leaves are too much, the river is thousands of miles away, and the frozen clouds are stacked; Cold lamp brigade mansion, who did Yingying tell?
Since Lin Hong, Zhang Hongqiao has been living in seclusion, unsatisfied and exhausted, and the whole content of life is waiting for Lin Lang's return. Waiting days passed like years, and Zhang Hongqiao looked through the autumn waters and finally looked forward to the word "fishing" brought back by the parties in Lin Hong:
Remember Hongqiao, Youth Tour; How many rain clouds; Jin 'an came home late several times, and Uncle Xiang greeted Zhu Hu with a smile. At the heartbroken place, half drunk and slightly awake, the lights are deep at night; How much is love? Love should be like a cocoon, arousing countless ties.
At the parting place, the little crow cried in the bright moonlight, with deep tears and dirty tea sleeves; How long have you thought about it? Send tips and phrases by air. Spring is leaving, and I can't wait for Changying to stay in spring; Acacia is the most bitter, unforgettable, and tears fall like rain.
A poem "Fishing" seems unable to express Lin Hong's lofty feelings, so there are seven quatrains attached to the word:
First of all:
The mother snail sends the blue diameter on the river, remembering the spring fiber breaking the willow;
It's a long way to Bu Jue Meng River, and it's already late at night and on the moon to Hongqiao.
Second:
The song is far from jade, and the lonely hall is cold and lonely;
I have a thousand tears of acacia, raindrops and red bridges at night.
Third:
The shadow of the residual lamp disappears, and the tears wet the Jiao Ren jade line;
I remember where Yune sent her, and the light smoke crossed the red bridge.
Fourth:
The first test of the spring shirt was light red, and Baofeng shook her head;
Remember to watch the lights for three to five nights, and the seven fragrant cars cross the red bridge.
Fifth:
I hate my soul, but I sing a white jade in my spare time.
Swallows don't come late in spring, and a few willows are dark and red.
Sixth:
The spring rain is wet with tears, so don't swallow away from the flood.
How much I hate falling flowers, and the sunset on Hongqiao is silent.
Seventh:
Don't leave the jade window, wake up after a deep sleep;
In the afternoon, the wind was soft and the fallen flowers filled the red bridge.
Red bridge of missing, red bridge of thinking, red bridge of dreaming, red bridge of waking. Seven red bridges are mentioned in Lin Hong's seven poems. Hongqiao seems to stay in his life forever, which makes Zhang Hongqiao feel a little comfort for his infatuation. However, when she savored "Fishing", she always felt that the opening sentence "Remember Hongqiao, young people swim, how many rain clouds" revealed a somewhat relaxed mind, as if she were a wild flower and chatted for a while. Zhang Hongqiao was a good family, and fate forced her to deal with guests with her aunt. She became a prostitute. It is precisely because of this special life experience that she has created her special mentality. She is afraid that others will mistake her for a woman who casually scatters Chun Qing's dusty life, so she is very cautious when putting her feelings into it. For Lin Hong, she paid a pure infatuation. While giving her feelings, she also fantasized about tying her life to him. Now, from Lin Lang's poems, she can't understand his thoughts. She seems to be full of lovesickness, but she doesn't mention their prospects at all. Is this the end of the story? Zhang Hongqiao fell into deep confusion, and all kinds of terrible endings hovered in her mind. She is so confused that she doesn't think about tea and rice. Soon she became anxious and fell on the bed. A few months later, her soul drifted away and died.
After arriving in Beijing, he found a job with the support of Qian Yue's family. Seeing that he was alone, the Yue family advised him to marry a second wife in Beijing. Lin Hong had to tell his love story about Zhang Hongqiao in Min County. According to his description, the Yue family decided that Zhang Hongqiao belonged to the fireworks girl who saw Zhang and Li off, and it was not suitable to marry an official wife, so they advised to sever this love. Influenced by people's words, Lin Hong once wanted to forget Zhang Hongqiao, and only regarded the sweet days in Min County as a pillow dream. But when spring goes and spring comes, the shadow of Hongqiao always haunts my mind. That love is really unforgettable and unforgettable. So, when Yan returned in warm spring, he set foot on his hometown after a year's absence.
Lin Huan came to the Zhang family on the west side of Hongqiao with joy, only to see the courtyard door closed and the door was silent. Hurriedly knocking at the door, only aunt Hongqiao with a sad face was greeted. After asking questions, she realized that Iraqis had died of lovesickness a month ago. Lin Hong was pale with shock and sadness, and he beat his chest and cried, but it was too late, leaving only regret and eternal sadness.
While checking the relics of Hongqiao, I suddenly saw a letter tied to Yu Pei at her bedside. I folded it up and saw a poem that read "Recent Love":
I remember the road to the west of Hongqiao. When Lang came, he tied it to the weeping willow. DOG pear blossoms and dreams, Jin Ping and Mao Cui stay in spring.
The second half seems to have been afraid to write down, and there are only seven quatrains behind:
First of all:
The bed is wrapped with weft tears and autumn wind, and there is a little residual light in the medicine cage;
The dream is uncertain, looking north and coming to Hong.
Second:
I can't believe this, Yunshan is dark, Feng Dan;
Tears are wet and Yuanyang is cold, and you can smell it at night.
Third:
Silent fragrant boudoir pillow empty, full autumn rain falling phoenix tree;
If my family won't send me to Tongling, why should I send you a message?
Fourth:
Jade tendons are full of cheeks, and where to send books in Guanshan;
The green window is lonely and empty, and the sky is full of resentment.
Fifth:
Cold and sad, green and afraid of autumn wind, lang in the south and concubine in the east;
After a brief encounter, the first floor is always jealous.
Sixth:
Half-curtain moon shadow pupil pupil, see mandarin duck brocade account;
In the dream, Jade Man dismounted and hated him for crying out loud.
Seventh:
One south and one north are like floating awnings, which shows that your heart and hate are different;
It's no use coming back tomorrow. Night radio should be less bookish.
Zhang Hongqiao's seven poems poured out her infatuation and bitterness with tears, always holding Lin's "red", while red soared in the sky, leaving only spoony women to write their own thoughts. When Lin Hong saw this poem, he was very sad. His heart broke one by one when he thought of the delicate and touching appearance of the Iraqis. After leaving my lover for a whole year, I still want to abandon her. Now that the Iraqi people have vanished, I know that my heart has gone with her. On the tearful mother-in-law, he fused a cavity of sadness into a "mourning" poem:
Tears hang on my heart, but there is nothing I can do!
Mingyue knew she was leaving Pei Jun, and Xiaofeng always complained about painting green moths.
Fairy souls dream of pear clouds, and songs are passed down from man to man.
Born forgetful but smart, I complain a lot about this growth!
I heard that Zhang Hongqiao died unfortunately, and he also rushed to the west bank of Hongqiao to pay homage to the Zhang family. He happened to meet Lin Hong, who was suspected of wasting flowers and jade. He cursed him with resentment, deeply blamed him for ingratitude, and wrote a poem to express his condolences:
Wet clouds are like drunkenness and light dust, and Huang Die Dongfeng is full of neighbors;
The new green is only suspected of selling Dai Xiao, and the red one still remembers to cover his lips.
Spring dance leaves the moon empty, and the moon pavilion disappears.
If you want to find a pear cloud and dream far away, it will hurt to sit beside you.
At the same time, Zhu Yuanzhang, another local "Top Ten Talents in Fujian", also wrote a five-character quatrain to mourn Zhang Hongqiao:
Dreams chase pears and dreams are far away, and songs spread sorrow;
It's heartbroken to sing only about the running water on the bridge.