Throughout the ages, love has been a popular topic among the people, and literary works praising love have emerged in endlessly. But most of them are love tragedies, and few of them end in comedies. Today, the Xiaobian of China story network will bring you a love story about Cuihu and Jiang Niang. Interested readers can follow the Xiaobian to have a look.
“Last year, in this gate, peach blossoms on people’s faces are red. People don’t know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze.” This is the masterpiece titled capital Nanzhuang by Cuihu, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty. It is well known in the history of ancient Chinese literature. Peach blossom still, things change, life is like a dream, suddenly spring returns. It has inspired many people and won the poet an immortal reputation.
Cuihu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The word “Yin Gong” was born in Boling (now Dingxian County, Hebei Province). It is said that he was born in a famous family and was handsome (the Qing Dynasty wangshizhen’s “Yan Yi Bian” said that he was “very beautiful, few, lonely and widowed”. In the 12th year of Zhengyuan (790), Tang Dezong met with scholars and finally became a scholar. He was once an official in Lingnan to spend time as an envoy. He is equivalent to the commander of the provincial military region and the director of the public security department. His career is also good.
But as early as the early days of Zhenyuan, Cuihu failed to pass the exam in Chang’an, the capital. He was depressed and his study was dead. It was the Qingming Festival in late spring. He came to the south of Chang’an alone for an outing. Wild spring is brilliant, bees sing and butterflies dance, peaches, pears and cabbage are yellow, and the colors are gorgeous like paintings; Yellow Warblers shuttle among willow branches, mandarin ducks play in the pond, bamboo hedges, thatched cottages, small bridges and flowing water everywhere. Cuihu is pleasant to the eyes and eyes. He is not happy. His anxiety about losing his place disappears for a while.
The spring sun is bright and the weather is warm. Cuihu is thirsty for water. He comes to a cottage with yellow walls and white doors. He sees flowers and trees in a lonely place. He finally asked to open the door and met a young woman who was independent under the peach tree in the hospital. Peach blossoms are in full bloom, setting off a woman, charming and radiant. Cuihu seemed to be in a fairyland. He could not tell whether the peach blossoms reflected the human face or the human face reflected the peach blossoms. He could not help but focus on his mind and shake his heart.
He asked him several times, flustered, hesitant, vague, crazy and said something stupid. The woman neither scolded nor replied. She was very shy and affectionate. In the face of the handsome scholar, her heart was pounding like a deer. “Those who have focused on it for a long time”; Although she was reluctant to part with her at the time of parting, she did not open her mouth to tell her true feelings because of her modesty. Both of them are in love for the first time. Their minds are subtle and they have to look after each other reluctantly. “If you send it to the door, Cui will return home with a sigh of gratitude.” After returning to the city, the beautiful image of the young girl often haunts her heart. Cuihu often falls into reverie and is disappointed.
A year later, it was Tomb Sweeping Day. Cuihu went to Beijing again to seek fame. Unable to restrain his yearning, he made a special trip to the south of Chang’an city. It is still peach red and willow green, with the birds singing and dancing; It is still a beautiful field with crisscross paths; Still the cottage with yellow walls and white doors. The spring is warm and the flowers are blooming in the garden. Cuihu leaps to the place, but things are different. The door lock is bleak, and there is no response for a long time. The woman has disappeared. The peach blossoms in the spare tree are smiling, with red dimples and happy faces. Her face is as drunk as the pretty face of the village girl last year.
Recalling the past and the present, the poet could not help feeling sad. He wrote this poem that has been handed down through the ages on the garden wall. Peach blossom in human face, last year today; Things are different from people, and people disappear when the scenery is the same. The same scenery and two situations are completely different due to different faces and moods. Inadvertently encounter beautiful things, and unknowingly leave people far away; Looking back, it has gone with the wind, leaving empty memories and regrets.
Beautiful things become more precious because they are lost. The beautiful story is condensed into a dream poem. A seemingly simple life experience has revealed the common life experience that millions of people seem to have had. The whole poem is extemporaneous and naturally mixed. Although it is a vernacular, simple sentences, it is like a mountain spring from the bottom of my heart. It is clear, mellow and beautiful, with ups and downs and endless aftertaste. The peach blossom of human face has been chanted for thousands of years, which is soul breaking in the south of Chang’an city! Disclaimer: the above content originates from the Internet, and the copyright belongs to the original author. Please inform us if your original copyright is infringed, and we will delete the relevant content as soon as possible.