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[1] "Midnight Four Seasons Song. Summer Song" The Book of Songs
The green lotus covers the water, and the hibiscus is red and fresh.
Lang sees that he wants to pick me, and I want to have a lotus in my heart.
The young man in white stood quietly on the shore, watching Su Xiaoya's performance with bewilderment. He was attracted by Su Xiaoya's exquisite dancing posture.
It can be said that playing monkeys is not afraid of crowds, and watching the excitement is not a big deal.
There were more and more people in the water and on the shore. They had never seen such a beautiful song and dance, and they clamored for Su Xiaoya to dance another beautiful song.
[2] "Yue Nv Ci. Part 3" Li Bai. Poem
The lotus-picking girl in Yexi, sees the guest and sings back;
Laugh into the lotus, pretending not to come out ashamed.
Xiaoya hurriedly asked Wan'er to row the boat into the lotus bushes and hide it, pretending to be shy and not daring to come out.
Among the dense lotus bushes, Su Xiaoya secretly peeped at the graceful young man from the gaps in the lotus leaves.
The bright flowers and blushing faces complement each other, making this harmonious and beautiful scene even more intoxicating.
Suddenly, Wan'er shouted: "He is going to lead the horse away!"
Su Xiaoya said anxiously: "Hurry up!"
The two of them hurriedly rowed the boat to the shore, hurriedly ran to their Youbixiang car, drove the car to the corner of the stone bridge and waited.
[3] "A Concubine Riding an Oil Wall Cart" by Su Xiaoxiao [1]. Poem
The concubine rides in an oil wall cart, the man rides a green horse,
Where can we get together, under the pines and cypresses of Xiling.
Xiaoya changed into a goose-yellow single shirt, her hair was loose, and only a jade hairpin was inserted, ignoring any hairpins. She waved a fan in her hand, and sat in the incense car waiting "Encounter" with Pianpian Boy.
The young man in white rode over with a look of disappointment on his face.
Su Xiaoya raised the curtain of the car, and read aloud: "The concubine rides in an oil wall cart, and the man rides a green horse. Where can we get together? Under the pines and cypresses of the Huanxi River." Before the poem was finished, a blush was already on her face.
When the green horse suddenly saw the bright oil mural car, it hissed in surprise, almost knocking the young man off the horse.
Su Xiaoya smiled sweetly.
With just a glimpse, Xiaoya seemed to see the astonishment and surprise in the young man's eyes, this is Su Xiaoya's familiar expression. She has seen too many such eyes.
Before leaving, Xiaoya looked back and smiled again, she wanted to completely conquer him! Many years later, the boy still remembers the first time he met the jade-like fairy.
[4] "Spring Thoughts" by Li Bai. Poetry
Swallow grass is like blue silk, Qin Sang has low green branches.
? When the king returns home, it is when the concubine is heartbroken.
The spring breeze does not know each other, what is going on in the curtain.
When Su Xiaoya returned to Huanhuaxi's residence, Wan'er had already burned incense and asked her to change clothes and take a bath.
The room was filled with mist and the fragrance of flowers filled her nostrils. Xiaoya closed her eyes, and for some reason, the young man in white always appeared in front of her eyes¡ª¡ªbright eyes, black eyebrows, and a handsome demeanor.
Early the next morning, Su Xiaoya took Wan'er to the Jindong Lake again, hoping to meet him again.
However, a few days passed, and the boy in white was still nowhere to be seen.
Su Xiaoya looked disappointedly at the green grass in the lake, and listening to the rustling sound of the mulberry leaves on the slope, she slowly sat on a rock by the bank and meditated: "I don't know where you are. People, if you miss your hometown and go home, what can I do? I will be heartbroken because of missing you! Breeze! You are strangers to me, why do you blow into the tent to arouse my sorrow? Woolen cloth?"
[5] "Do You Remember Me When It's Dark" Liu Yongzhong. Lyrics Zhang Yao. Song Zhang Yao. Song
For the past month, Su Xiaoya went to the East Lake every day to wait for the boy in white, but she never saw him, as if he had disappeared.
In the morning of early autumn, when the sky began to drizzle, Su Xiaoya stubbornly came to the bank of Jindong Lake again.
[Song] "In the noisy crowd of lake tourists, fate arranged to meet you, that feeling is so sweet; like dancing in the autumn wind, how beautiful you are under the sun, warming my heart.
Think more about time being able to freeze, don't want to leave, afraid that you will leave in the dark and disappear into the night.
Do you remember me when it gets dark? Will you dream of me when you fall asleep? Don't forget the promise under the sun, I will wait for you in place! "
Xiaoya stared at the lotus leaves in the lake, and prayed silently in the breeze and drizzle: "I have begged the Buddha for a thousand years, in this life, let us form a relationship for a lifetime"
[6] Nalan Rongruo. Words from "Magnolia Flowers. We Meet Without Talking".
When we meet without saying a word, a hibiscus blooms in the autumn rain.
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"Eight Poems of Yangliuzhi Ci" by Tang Bai Juyi
?Six water tunes are sung by every family, and white snow and plum blossoms are blown everywhere; don't listen to old songs and old songs, just listen to the new willow branches.
There are four or five trees in front of Taoling Gate, and there are hundreds of them in Yafu Camp; it is like February in the eastern capital, and the golden branches reflect Luoyang Bridge.
Yiyi's rejuvenation is green again, and the sentence cites the infinite love of the spring breeze; the white snowflakes flutter to the ground, and the green silk is too weak for the warbler.
? Red Banner River Bridge Qingjiu Banner, Guanwa Palace When the sun is warm and the sun is slanting; the poor rain breaks and the east wind settles down, and thousands of trees hang down.
?Suzhou Yangliu Ren Jun boast, richer Tang Shengguan baby;
The young girl of the Su family is well-known, and there is no love before the wind of willows and willows; the strips are stripped and coiled to look like silver rings, and the rolled leaves are blown to make the sound of a jade flute.
The leaves contain thick dew like weeping eyes, and the branches are like dancing waists with the breeze; the small tree can't help climbing and breaking, begging the king to keep two or three.
People say that willow leaves are like frowning, and even more sad like willow silk; willow silk is broken and broken, and there should be no continuation of each other.
Zhang Zhenhua said: Su Xiaoxiao is the most beautiful woman in ancient China, the most talented woman, she is the most outstanding girl in history, a talented woman from the south of the Yangtze River, and a peerless beauty! As for what her identity is rumored to be, I think it should be an ancient artist.
Yuan Mei: "Qiantang Suxiao is a fellow countryman", the image of Su Xiaoxiao itself is a dream. She is very emotional, and wrote a song "Song of the Same Heart", which says "The concubine rides on the oil wall car, the man rides on the green horse, where can we get together, under the pines and cypresses of Xiling", which simply and authentically captures the infinite scenery of young lovers dating. Beautiful cars and beautiful horses gallop together to complete a set of charming and emotional portraits.
It is also said that she ran into a poor scholar in a scenic spot, and she generously donated a hundred taels of silver to help him go to Beijing. No wonder Mr. Cao Juren would describe her as an esthete of La Traviata.
In my opinion, she lives a more unrestrained life than La Traviata. In front of her, other famous prostitutes with literary value in Chinese history have made themselves too cramped, and they have gone too seriously for the sake of a heartless man or an imperial court. Only her philosophical detachment has become a sacred talisman in the hearts of Chinese literati.
Su Dongpo transformed beauty into poetry and long dikes, Lin Hejing entrusted beauty to plum blossoms and white cranes, but Su Xiaoxiao always stuck beauty to her own life.
She doesn't make too many materialized transitions, but just by herself, she radiates the microwave of life consciousness.
Su Xiaoya in this book is a character story based on Su Xiaoxiao. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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