Chapter 7 A few branches of red beans are born in Nanguochun

That tree should be in Gushan, Wuxi.I always thought it was in Xitang, Jiaxing.Just like Zhang Ailing's reversed impression of England and France, I have been unable to correct my erroneous understanding of the location of the red bean tree planted by Prince Zhaoming Xiao Tong.Just like the love at first sight between Xiao Lang and Hui Niang more than 1,400 years ago, knowing that it was wrong, they can only go wrong all the way. It should be the love that happened in the Jiangnan where the apricot blossoms are misty and rainy, and when the spring grass overflows the river embankment.Forgive us for saying that we met, people today or ancient people, all the lingering sorrows are willing to be connected with Misty Rain and Jiangnan.

It's really vulgar, but when you think about it carefully, it's elegant.There are some hard truths in it, not all literati and poets, the tactful and desolate way of idiots complaining about women. Laozi said: "The highest goodness is like water, and water is good for all things without fighting." It means that water arises according to the time and situation, and it does nothing.Water is the softest and most rigid thing, it can come and go freely, it nourishes all things, and it is also like the Buddhist saying "dependence arises and extinction", it does not force all things to stay, when it is moving, it will be dense and cloudy, and when it is still, it will be as firm as a rock.As for the coming and going of love between people, no description is as appropriate as water.

Once a person loves, a heart can turn a thousand times, like a small river in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, with countless lingering twists and turns; Now, we go back to the moment when they met to witness the blooming of the fireworks.On that day, he was probably tired of the green sleeves of palace maids, the silk, bamboo and harp, and the editing of books at the desk.He travels, trusts the horse to rein, and goes to the suburbs to look for flowers and willows.That's really looking for flowers and asking willows. He is a first-class talent. He was gifted and intelligent since childhood, and he has a long-term memory. He came to Gushan to live in seclusion to compile "Selected Works of Zhaoming", which is not like Qianlong's arty and elegant.

Walking to the edge of a clear stream, he felt thirsty, and just in time for the wind to bring the fragrance of tea, he looked up and saw a small tea house in front of him, so he walked in.The woman selling tea at Danglu turned around when she heard the sound.But when he saw her dark temples, peach-blossom face, and her flirtatiousness in common clothes, he was overjoyed.The tea, before it reaches the mouth, has already been soaked so that people's eyes and hearts are bright. She came over with a cup of tea and smiled.This smile seems to have exhausted a lifetime of waiting.She and him are just like the white lady and Xu Xian West Lake who met for the first time.

This encounter between them reminded me of a beautiful line, which goes like this - the wild flowers flutter in the wind, as if they are pouring out their hearts; the green grass trembles sadly, like endless lingering attachment; Gently brushing the clear water... Looking at the spring water in the river, the peach blossoms in the Qingxi River, and the green mountains like Daiqing, nothing has changed at all, and I don’t know if my wife, who was divorced overnight after a wedding, is still beautiful? Whose woman came across from her, she was born with a happy face, and she was very beautiful!

This girl, please stop your beautiful steps, do you know what kind of mistakes you made? This official, it was clearly your horseshoe that kicked over my bamboo basket. You see this wide road leads straight to the blue sky, but you let this nasty beast splash mud all over my body. Why blame it on me? ? Your mistake is that you are as beautiful as a fairy, your graceful figure makes my hands unable to move, your fluffy black hair fills my eyes, I can’t see the roads and mountains, it’s just pitch black; your bright cheeks make me crotch The beast was so overwhelmed that he forgot how majestic his master was.

Spring flowers and soft willows, beautiful women like jade, I think Zhaoming's heart swaying should be the same as the characters in the play. After that, he came every day, and sometimes the palace envoy picked her up and went to his reading table.He has dismissed the maid beside him, and she has become the red sleeve who reads and adds fragrance under the lamp. When he is tired, she offers a cup of fragrant tea, which is the refreshing affection brewed by the water of Hupao spring.Sometimes, she would open her lips to play and sing for him to relieve his fatigue. Wu Nong said softly, and after a song, he couldn't help sighing: "With this clear song as a companion, why bother with silk and bamboo?" He smiled again, "With Huiru's company , why use concubines in groups?"

She understood that he was taking the opportunity to express his feelings to herself.She smiled, with a low sadness: "Xiao Lang...you are the crown prince, there is nothing you can do about it." Xiao Tong also laughed.As if he would never think about this point and feel her sadness, he stroked her eyebrows and said, "I am the prince, Huiru, I am the prince, you have to trust me." She nodded, with indelible sadness in her eyes.It's not that she doesn't believe him, it's just that the disparity in status and the shackles of religious etiquette prevent her from being naive.

When the compilation of "Anthology" was completed, he finally wanted to go back to Beijing.Immediately after parting, he was still full of pride, pointing to the distance and said: "Hui Ru, I want Feng Sheng and Long Guan, and Zi Gai Xiang Chariot to welcome you back to Beijing." She stood under the horse and looked at him sadly, speechless.After a while, he gently took out something and put it in Xiao Tong's palm, and said: "In the past, there was a woman who shed tears and turned them into blood and turned them into acacia beans. Now she pays you with a pair of red beans. If you return early, the concubine will be saved from this misfortune, otherwise , in the future... I hope you see Dou as you see people."

He just left and never came back.As expected by Hui Niang, things in the world are not as simple as he thought, and if he wants to marry her, he will be blamed by more than one party?It's the same if he is a prince. He is bigger than ordinary people, but he is as strict as the sky in etiquette. "The gate of the palace is as deep as the sea, and from now on Xiao Lang is a passer-by." Huiniang suffered from the sadness of being unable to close the golden gate, and Huiniang fell ill with love. Xiao Tong didn't cry or howl, but planted two red beans with his own hands, and returned to Beijing sadly.After returning to Beijing, he fell ill and died a few months later.

This should be a legend, but the beauty and sorrow are no less than those of the virgin men and women in any official history books, and they are sincere, and the essence of heaven and earth can also be sensed. The two red bean trees planted by Xiao Tong suddenly hugged each other hundreds of years later, and the trunk Merged into one, the upper branch is still divided into two. Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty passed by Jiangyin, and he was moved by seeing this tree. He wrote a famous poem and spread it all over the world-red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will grow in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick. I have no way of guessing whether Wang Wei's so-called lovesickness is the thought of loving each other, or the thought of the homeland and homeland.Also, who did Wang Wei write this poem to?But being unable to guess also means that there can be infinite speculation. If there must be this person, I hope it is the Tang Dynasty princess who once appeared in his life.Many years later he told her that I had to go because I was one step away from falling in love. It's only one step away, it's lovesickness, not love, feelings are like dust, it's such a nuanced detail. He is smart and precious, knowing that he can't love her, a princess who only has Xue Shao in his heart.Perhaps when he saw Hongdou, he thought of Prince Zhaoming and Hui Niang, as well as himself and Princess Taiping, all with regretful feelings. Li Baoyu sang the red bean song very well: "Throwing red beans with blood and tears..." It was the Qing Dynasty at that time.Look, Wang Wei's poems have been passed down like this, so that later generations send lovesickness with red beans, which has become a customary custom.Good poetry has such a moving effect and function. But the world is also harsh on good things.The wider the spread, the more people it contacts, the more it can be extended and expanded.It should be "one for ten", which can stand the test of time.Not only literary masterpieces, but even love poems must have this kind of tolerance. In "Anshi Rebellion", the famous musician Li Guinian sang Wang Wei's red bean poem in Changsha, and he already felt longing for his homeland. The war and displacement made people less meaningful and more realistic.Du Fu's poem "red beans peck the remaining parrot grains, and Biwu perches on the old phoenix branches" also has this meaning.After the mid-Tang Dynasty, the meaning of the word "red bean" gradually extended from simply referring to love to thinking of the homeland and homeland. In the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, the Manchus entered the customs, and the Han people were inspired by national integrity, and this image became even clearer.In the poems of the survivors of the Ming Dynasty, not only did "red beans" extend from symbolizing the lovesickness of men and women to the thoughts of the homeland, but even words such as "Nanguo", "Biwu" and "Acacia" were turned to symbolize the Nanming regime that was opposed to the Manchu Qing Dynasty.For example, at the end of the Ming Dynasty, Qian Qianyi borrowed the annotation of Du's poem "Jiangnan Meets Li Guinian" to express his feelings of looking at Yongli in the south, and used "a farewell to Zhengsi red beans, and a double dwelling to Biwuzhi" as a metaphor for Liu Rushi's farewell. Missing, that ray of faint and winding thoughts about the homeland is also clearly visible. From Prince Zhaoming to Wang Wei, from Qian Qianyi to Cao Xueqin, from Cao Xueqin to the present.Red bean trees, red bean poems, red bean words, red bean songs, red bean songs... never stop. We have talked about lovesickness from generation to generation, and we are still not tired of being satisfied.It doesn't matter if it's greed.Because the world is impermanent and sentient beings are sentient beings, I haven't made a lingering wound for you, and I haven't fully enjoyed the beautiful and beautiful days, how can I just let go?