Zhu Yizun: The obsessive poet behind a collection of beautiful words

If there is poetry hidden in the heart, the years will never defeat the beauty

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Naranjand: I want to know him, immediately, immediately!

Beijing, Kangxi 12 years. Spring is delayed. It's been March, and there's still snow left.

Nineteen-year-old Naran reclined on his sickbed, listening to the boiling sound of the new science and technology in the long alley gradually fading. He should have been among these people. Unfortunately, on the eve of the temple examination, he fell ill. In the Wanchun Garden, the wrong good period.

A bitter Naran picked up a scroll of words at the head of the bed: "The River and lake carry the wine line". At the beginning of the volume is a "Xie Pei Ling": "Ten years of sharpening the sword, the five tombs are married, and the ordinary life and tears are all gone." ”

Nalan was shocked and couldn't wait to read it, unable to release the scroll all the way. In the middle of the night, Naran, who had been silent for many days, suddenly summoned a pen and paper, and under the surprised eyes of his family, wrote this poem "Huan Xi Sha":

Residual snow condenses the cold painting screen, the falling plum horizontal flute has changed three times, and no one is in the moon.

I am a sad guest in the world, and I know what happened to the king and tear up, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines.

Naran was eager to meet the lyricist. Taking advantage of his happiness, he wrote a letter to him. Invite him to meet. Then he was nervous and restless, and he watched the wild geese swimming fish every day.

What kind of person is this, worthy of such a devotion to our Naran prince?

○ He was a daily lecturer of the Kangxi Emperor and one of the compilers of the Ming History, who was given the residence of Huangwamen, was able to ride horses in the forbidden, and ate tuannian dinner with Kangxi at the Qianqing Palace Chinese New Year's Eve night.

○ Together with Nalan and Chen Weisong, he was called "The Three Greats of the Qing Dynasty", and together with Wang Shizhen, he was called "King of southern Zhubei".

○ He was the founder of the Zhejiang Western School of Words, and the emptied and elegant style of Jiang Kui and Zhang Yan was influenced for hundreds of years.

○ He is an all-rounder who has been immersed in the history of the scriptures. His works covered the following areas: poetry, jingyi examination, astronomical geography, calendar, customs and products, etc., and even a cookbook, which had a great influence on Yuan Ming's "Suiyuan Food List" later.

○ He was a crazy bibliophile. In his lifetime, he collected more than 80,000 volumes, nearly one-third of which was copied by hand, contributing a lot of materials to Nalan's Tongzhitang Sutra, but in the end he was also demoted for privately copying the collection of the imperial court.

○ The collection of beautiful words he wrote for his wife and sister, "Jing Zhi Ju Qin Fun", was a hot topic that dominated the headlines for many years.

His name was Zhu Yizun.

This year, he intends to assemble and organize his own lyrics. My friend advised him that your writings are very big, and your unspeakable love affairs should not be included in them, so that with your achievements, you may still be able to enjoy the Confucius Temple in the future.

Struggling, even the most ordinary men are eager to make meritorious achievements and leave a name in history, not to mention the talented Zhu Yizun. However, after thinking about it again and again, I was reluctant to erase her traces in the human world. "I'd rather spell two cold pork than delete two hundred rhymes", this is his final answer.

Therefore, such a great man, a man who should have sat in the middle of the history with a cold look, strangely left such a tortuous and deep love affair in history, like a most ordinary worldly man, humbly loving a person.

A book of "Jing Zhi Ju Qin Fun", a whole volume of eighty-three love words, and a two-hundred-rhyme wind poem, are only for one person - Feng Shouchang.

Unprecedented.

It is precisely because of this decision that the love affair between them is no longer a cloud of twilight rain that comes and goes without a trace, and in these eighty-three love words, Zhu Yizun and Feng Shouchang, one scene after another, vivid, like a close encounter.

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Feng Shouchang: My sweetheart is a hero of the world

In the first year of Shunzhi, he was sixteen years old. His late lord, Chongzhen, the Son of Heaven of the Ming Dynasty, hanged himself in Coal Mountain. Wu Sangui Dolgun successively entered Beijing, and a new era began.

At the age of seventeen, dressed in white, he married sixteen-year-old Feng Fuzhen. Because of the fall of the family, he did not even have a marriage room, and could only enter the family of the old man.

The old man originally valued his talent. However, after a long time, as a son-in-law who had inserted the door backwards, he was unable to support his family, so he only did some work in the west, and in front of his father-in-law and even his wife, he gradually gave birth to a kind of humility and lost the dignity of a man.

This kind of humility can only be liberated in front of the ten-year-old sister-in-law. Because, he was the sister-in-law's enlightenment teacher, teaching her to write and learn literature. In the eyes of the little girl, she did not know what the world was, she only knew that her brother-in-law's chest was in the sky and the earth. She looked up at her brother-in-law's eyes, full of surprise and admiration.

In return to the adoring eyes of the little sister-in-law, he looked softly and quietly watched this haired girl playing.

But seeing her "two winged cicada clouds have not been combed, twelve or thirteen years old", "close to the bottom of the rose rack, raw butterfly flowers", only lovers, will stare at a person for a long time without knowing it, and even when the corners of their mouths have a shallow smile, they are also unaware.

Slowly, there was a spoiled smile in his eyes, "Only then did he learn to avoid people and half open the curtain, and also to understand Qiu Bo's glance." Xiao Ni first revealed her daughter's delicate state, but still with a childlike innocence and naughtiness.

The twenty-eight girls who have just opened their love sinuses, and the talented people who are overwhelmed.

Time was not hurried, he continued to teach her to recognize and write poetry, and this time, in the vast sea of words, he saw her nickname, Jingzhi, which was also the name of his poetry collection.

The name of the lover, there is magic, can catch you in a glimpse, is so delicate and affectionate, seems to be the most beautiful word in the world, read out the tip of the tongue, the heart trembles.

"You see, in the middle of the Roselle endowment, there is your little letter, Jingzhi." They were shoulder to shoulder, one high and one low, and she looked at Roselle, and he looked at her. Not enough, a thousand times a day.

When she was eighteen years old, every piece of the skirt corner was a style, and people couldn't move their eyes to see the stunning, so they had to look at her luo skirt pleats, swaying in the wind, lingering until they were helpless, why should she.

Luo skirt hundred zi folds, green like new lotus leaves.

Xiao Li picked up the wind and blew and opened when moving.

This is a subtle and solemn love, as deep as the sea, silent, but unconsciously carried forward in the corner of the eyebrows. How onlookers don't know. They understand and even understand, but they are incompatible.

By 1654, she was nineteen years old, and she was an old leftover woman at the time. He was twenty-six, but he remained anonymous. The family decided to marry her away.

Originally, in this era, three wives and four concubines were the norm, and emperor Taiji married two sisters, Bumubutai and Hailanzhu, and in the future, Kangxi even married four pairs of sisters. What was out of place was that he was still just a cloth at the time, and it was worthless to say anything. I can only watch her go.

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Zhu Yizun: It is easy to leave the world for a long time

After the separation, in his words, only memories are left, everything is not human, the old weather and old clothes, only the feelings are not similar, the old home.

"In the old cloister, there was a loquat tree left, and the small door under the flowers was closed." The door, like a broken rainbox, had no one going in and nobody coming out.

"Yaoqin dust is full of thirteen emblems, stop remembering, thinking of the tune." The room where she lived, the incense dust had been born, the heavy door was closed, the gallery parrot, perhaps like her delicate voice reading poems, but it was only that one that was turned over and over, and under his piano, he could no longer play a happy song, except for si gui, there was nothing else to play.

"About the light of the fingers, the incense of the small statue, all repent of the return of Yi." At that time, he drew pictures for her, and personally painted small portraits. He is happy to cry today. Knowing that I was parting today, I shouldn't have returned it to her in the first place, just leave it to be a thought. As the years passed, he was afraid of forgetting what she looked like.

Swallowtail incense in small print, thirteen lines of sealing answers. The central four corners look back a hundred times, and the three-year-old sleeve is in the middle. She finally wrote a letter, thirteen lines of Juan Xiu small characters, his heart was ecstatic, repeatedly unfolded and closed, everywhere to carry, three years, placed in the sleeve, read and looked, the handwriting was worn out, but full of expectations.

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Zhu Yizun and Feng Shouchang: There is no need to frequently regret that they were wrong at that time

Finally reunited.

That night, the moon was like water, but it only looked at her, her hair was like a cloud, and her beautiful eyes flowed. His heart was pounding. How many good days we have wasted, how good the flower moon and good night, so relatively idle, unfortunately. The new words I wrote for you after parting, no one looked at them.

"Don't come to the verses that have been idle. Thirty songs of the miscellaneous rivers are flooded, all written to see. Jiang Yan said, "Those who have lost their souls, only have to do nothing." As the little monk Sumanshu said, what in the world urges people to grow old, half chicken and half horseshoe. What makes people old may not be the time of the rooster, but the parting of the horseshoe.

In these long years, I have written for you the word of lovesickness, you see.

This night, perhaps both of them are sleepless, and they hate the short night, because the dawn is the time of parting.

"It is expected how much hatred to leave the house, and the return date is several times in winter and spring." Long sorrow is not a cocoon of eyebrows. Raw stone in the mouth, turning wheels in the abdomen. ”

After years of parting, let the love thread boil into a cocoon, tied up a couple, and tomorrow is a parting, you go home, I travel far away according to people, from now on I am a foreigner, and there is no reason to see each other. Tonight, I don't care about anything else. And have a lover, do happy things, don't ask whether it is robbery or fate.

In order to meet again for a long time after this farewell, he wrote seventeen Dongxian songs, Chen Tingzhuo praised it, folding the pen, setting off, the more simple and wonderful, the luck is extremely beautiful, the poignant into the bone, the love to the text.

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Zhou Yi: The MVP in My Heart - "Gui Dian Qiu"

After the reunion, it is a long separation that will never return. Guarding such a hopeless love, the woman is finally more sensitive and fragile than the man, Feng Shouchang, the fate of heaven is difficult, or the love is not long, died at the age of 33.

The following year, the "Jing Zhi Ju Qin Fun" that he compiled and wrote for her came out, and their love was finally revealed in the sun.

From then on, he could only rely on the memories and spend the rest of his life.

"Thinking about the past, crossing the river dry, the moths looking down the mountains." Sleep together to listen to the autumn rain, and the small moles lightly chill each other. "Dark surge. This is a poem called the crown of the Qing Dynasty by Zhou Yi, "Gui Dian Qiu", although it is only 27 words.

After many years, Zhu Yizun finally rose up in the pain of indulgence, and when he was fifty years old, he should learn the macrocigraphy and began the road of men's fame, and since then he has had his own biography in the history.

He willingly accepted his wife Feng Fuzhen, perhaps, they have similar eyebrows, perhaps, the wife can also be regarded as a witness to his own love affair, as if one more person knows her existence, it proves that the past like smoke really existed.

When he was dying of old age, he was meditating. Remembering that year, the family took refuge in a boat, they sat opposite each other, full of water, the pulse was silent. Her spring mountain eyebrows are low, reflecting the green of the mountains on the surface of the water.

Occasionally, when no one saw him, he glanced at him and was caught by him. So quietly, sitting until the night falls, still sitting on their respective sides. Night rain, Zhang Yutian's first ugly night rain, dinged two sleepless people. These are two people who love each other, the heart is intimate, and the person sits close, a boat away.

But even so, what can it be? On such a lonely cold autumn rainy night, you lean on your little bamboo mat and shiver, and I snuggle under my thin quilt, and we cannot be each other's dependence or comfort. Two people who love each other are still like this, how about with his wife Feng Fuzhen, and how about other general beings?

Man is ultimately lonely, and poets are even more so. Those who know their hearts like Nalan, and the intersection with Zhu Yizun, only end up "Ping Terrier suddenly north and south, gathering and reuniting and separating from each other".

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