In the early morning, it was foggy; in an instant, there was a heavy rain.
Zhao Xiang, the eldest son of the Zhao family, who had been studying for a whole morning, came outside the study. He stretched himself, and suddenly saw under the east wall¡ªthe flowers that just bloomed in the morning disappeared after the rain, not even a single petal was seen under the leaves; bees and butterflies also flew over the high wall one after another
This makes people have to suspect that the charming spring scenery has all gone to the east neighbor's house, and Zhao Xiang couldn't help but chanted:
"Before the rain, I first saw the stamens among the flowers,
After the rain, there are no leaves and bottom flowers.
The bees and butterflies went over the wall one after another,
But I suspect that the spring is in the neighbor's house. "
Zhao Xiang was reciting while shaking his head, when a charming woman coughed suddenly from the high wall to the east Who is eavesdropping on my poem? Hasn't the house next door to the east been vacant all the time? Is it the Flower God?
Zhao Xiang hurried back to the living room and asked his father.
The father said: "Prince Wei, Prime Minister Polo bought the courtyard next to the east as his own house, and married Bu Feiyan as a concubine."
Zhao Xiang asked: "Why didn't you see their wedding?"
Father said: "Our place is too far away from the provincial capital, and it is too inconvenient for guests to come here. Therefore, they have been staying in Yuwang's Mansion for their wedding ceremony. Two months ago, I heard that King Wei offended The current power minister, Prime Minister Boyan. The prime minister found a reason to let him retire early. In a few days, he will come to Sichuan to settle down. Two days ago, Prime Minister Bo Luo moved here"
When his father mentioned Bu Feiyan, Zhao Xiang opened his imagination. Bu Feiyan is a famous beauty in Chengdu. How beautiful is she? Is it the same as people say?
[2] "The Garden is Not Worth It" Ye Shaoweng. Poem
? Should pity the moss on the tooth marks of clogs,
Xiaokou Chaifei will not open for a long time;
The garden is full of spring and cannot be closed,
A branch of red apricot came out of the wall.
Zhao Xiang couldn't help but came to the gate of Dong Neighbor's house. He wanted to take the opportunity of visiting Dong Neighbor's owner to admire the beauty by the way.
Although it is the outer house of Zuo Cheng's mansion, why is there not even a guard at the door?
Zhao Xiang went up and knocked on the door gently, but no one came to open the door for a long time. Perhaps, the host does not like guests to come to his house, what is he afraid of? Is it because he is afraid that someone will step on the moss that no one has walked on the steps in front of his house?
Zhao Xiang shook his head in disappointment, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the apricot blossom[1] in the courtyard, and there was even a bright red apricot blossom protruding from the wall.
[3] "Resentment" Li Bai. Poem
The beauty rolls the beaded curtain, sits deeply and frowns.
But seeing the wet tears, who do you hate?
The next day, Zhao Xiang knocked on the door of the neighbor's house again, this time he knocked louder. After a while, a middle-aged man came and opened the door.
Zhao Xiang explained the purpose of his visit, and the gatekeeper said: "The master is on duty in the government office, only the wife is at home."
Zhao Xiang asked: "When will Prince Wei come back? I want to visit."
The gatekeeper said: "The master does not come home regularly, and the mansion has just moved here, and it has not been fully equipped. The master does not receive guests now."
Zhao Xiang said "Oh" and was about to leave. Looking back, a delicate young woman was enjoying the flowers alone in the morning mist deep in the crack of the door¡ªit must be Bu Feiyan.
Her appearance was several times better than Xinghua's. Unknowingly, Zhao Xiang was stuck on his feet, stretched his neck, and peeked at that beautiful young woman.
I saw her standing intently among the flowers and trees, her willow eyebrows slightly frowned, and her expression was a little sad, matching her delicate and small appearance, it was so adorable.
Zhao Xiang was completely fascinated by her at this time, how could such a lovely woman fall into the hands of the rough Mongols, Zhao Xiang really couldn't figure it out, Zhao Xiang sighed: "It's really a fairy in the sky who fell into the mortal world by mistake. "
Hearing Zhao Xiang's words, Bu Feiyan glanced at Zhao Xiang, and hurriedly floated into the room wearing flowers and brushing willows[2], the lightness and elegance of her actions made Zhao Xiang stunned outside the door It's been a long time.
The gatekeeper smirked and closed the gate.
Zhao Xiang returned home like a lost soul, lying on the bed, recalling that glimpse. From then on, he could never forget the seductive woman again.
Zhao Xiang thought about it day and night, tossing and turning, and couldn't calm down to study poetry and books. He often came to the yard, looking at the flowers in full bloom in the garden to the east, fascinated
[4] "Huanxisha. Deep Spring in the Idle Window of the Small Courtyard" by Li Qingzhao. Words
Spring is already deep in the idle window of the small courtyard,
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Yilou has no words to reason with Yaoqin.
? Yuanxiu came out of the mountains to remind the dusk,
The wind blows the rain and makes the shade light,
It's hard to stop the pear blossoms wanting to thank you.
Bu Feiyan's beauty and talent have already spread throughout Shu. Her beauty is different from Yang Yuhuan's graceful and plump, but famous for her lightness and slenderness.
It is said that she is shaped like willow silk and can be blown by the wind. Luo Qi is a skinny beauty who is lovable and distressing.
She is elegant by nature, gentle and affectionate. Although she grew up in a small family, she is full of talent and well-educated; she likes writing and ink, and is good at rhythm, especially she can play the wonderful pipa and "Zhu [3]" percussion.
Bu Feiyan's skill of "building" was considered unique at that time. The combination of its syllables and silk and bamboo can add to the color of the music.
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Notes
[1] Apricot blossom
(1) Apricot flower, also known as apricot, its pulp and kernels are edible. Apricot flowers are solitary, the first leaves are open, and the petals are white or slightly reddish. It is a famous ornamental tree in China.
When in full bloom, the apricot blossoms are gorgeous, beautiful, and full of rouge, occupying the spring breeze. They are planted in rows in the courtyard of the home, and the red clouds are blooming in spring, which is very spectacular and moving. It is also suitable for single-plant appreciation, such as mixed planting with weeping willows. When the willow leaves turn green, they reflect each other and have more vivid colors. The old apricot tree more than ten years old has a vigorous posture, a large crown and hanging branches. If it is planted alone by the pool, it will form an antique reflection in the water, which is very interesting.
Apricot flowers have the characteristic of changing color. When they are in bud, they are bright red. As the petals stretch, the color gradually turns from thick to light, and when they fall off, they become snow-white. "Daobai is not true white, and words are not as red as red. Please be red and white, don't look at the work of nature." This is the five must-haves of "Fifty Odes of Xianglin. Wenxingwu" written by Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty. It can be seen that he observed Xinghua very carefully.
In Wang Anshi's poem "Apricot Blossoms in Beibei", he also compared the falling apricot blossoms to the flying white snow. He admired the apricot blossoms by the water, and chanted with emotion: "One pool of spring water surrounds the flowers, and the enchanting shadows of the flowers occupy the spring. Even if they are blown into snow by the spring breeze, they are better than Nanmo's dust." The flowers, the shadows of the flowers in the water, each show their beauty, how beautiful the apricot blossoms beside the water are!
According to legend, apricot flowers in ancient China were multi-colored, such as: pink, plum red, red and so on. "Xijing Miscellaneous Notes" records: "The captain of the East China Sea is in Taiwan, offering an apricot plant with five colors and six flowers, which are eaten by cloud immortals." It is also mentioned in the book "Shu Yi Ji" that Tiantai Mountain has five colors. Apricot flower; six petals, called fairy apricot, with double kernels in the nucleus.
(2) The word "red apricot" comes from an ancient poem, Ye Shaoweng's "It's Not Worth a Garden" - the spring is full of gardens, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
Red apricot, which originally meant an excellent variety of fresh apricot, now refers to a married woman who is too proactive in her emotions and actions.
(3) The flower language of apricot blossom: girlish admiration, shyness and doubt.
[2] Weeping willow
?Also known as water willow, weeping willow, weeping willow. Branches slender and drooping, leaves narrowly lanceolate or linear-lanceolate. Varieties and types include weeping willow with bent branches, with curly and drooping branches; weeping willow with yellow skin, yellow-green or brown-yellow branchlets, and short internodes; weeping willow with red skin, long ovate crown, purple-red or sauce purple branchlets, broad-lanceolate leaves.
The weeping tree is a native tree species in China, and the willow tree has been planted for more than 4,000 years.
There is a quatrain in Du Mu's "Willow": "Counting trees and newly blooming emerald green shadows, leaning on the wind and being fascinated by spring; Yiyi's hometown, Fanchuan, hate, half covering the village bridge and half brushing the stream."
Since ancient times, willow has been a tree of affection favored by many literati and poets.
Because of the inconvenient transportation, the ancients often couldn't see each other for a long time. Therefore, when seeing off friends, the host often used willow trees to express his nostalgia for the person who was about to travel far away. Willow, the sound of "stay", so it has the meaning of farewell.
Willow is one of the four ancient ghost trees - there is a superstition of gathering ghosts; there is a saying of praising women's femininity; willow is a masculine tree species, and the folks are mostly used to avoid evil and attract feng shui; willow is in the spring city, where trees, springs and people are harmonious Accompanying each other, it is known as the scenic spot of "every family has clear springs and every household weeps willows".
Willow tree language:
Woman - means graceful and soft, reluctant to part.
Man¡ª¡ªrepresents literary talents, romantic and suave.
[3] build
An ancient percussion instrument, similar to the dulcimer.
Zhu is a stringed instrument of the Han nationality in ancient China. It is shaped like a qin, with thirteen strings and pillars under the strings. When playing, press one end of the string with your left hand, and hold the bamboo ruler with your right hand to strike the string to make a sound. Originated in Chu, its voice is sad and intense, and it was widely spread in the pre-Qin period, but it has been lost since the Song Dynasty. For thousands of years, there are only records, but no real objects.
In 1993, archaeologists discovered the object in the tomb of Yuyang, Queen of the Western Han Dynasty in Hexi, Changsha. At that time, it was called by the cultural relic circles the first major discovery of musical instrument archaeology in the past 40 years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, and the academic circles also called this Yuyang building "the first building in the world". (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)A real object was found in the Yuyang tomb of Queen Han. At that time, it was called by the cultural relic circles the first major discovery of musical instrument archaeology in the past 40 years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, and the academic circles also called this Yuyang building "the first building in the world". (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com