Wen | Generation Lianhua
The smoke and rain in jiangnan are misty and misty, and the emerald green mountains are in the clouds. Cheerful birds chirped through the rain curtain and flew to the far end of the sky.
Under the leafy trees, children with oil-paper umbrellas play. A tired middle-aged passerby sat quietly on a stone pier under a tree, letting the light rain gently sprinkle his cheeks. Curiously, the children gathered around him, touched the lute he was carrying, and squeaked and laughed.
The faint mist gradually dissipated, the air was still damp, but the rain stopped unconsciously, and the droplets of water dripping from the treetops crisply hit the bluestone slabs, staggered and stilted like a piano.
The middle-aged passerby listened intently and smiled unconsciously, so he simply took off the lute he was carrying and gently played and sang.
"Wind and rain pear blossoms, narrow cord curtains, clever small window screens." In front of the emotional lamp, the guest is on the pillow, and the heart is at the end of the world. The children were puzzled and laughed, while the middle-aged passers-by looked through the branches and leaves, as if they saw Li Chuyi, dressed in a pale blue shirt, coming from a distance, and after she gave a slight salute, she gently opened her voice and sang and danced.
The graceful dance, the natural voice, is still so familiar. The middle-aged passerby rubbed his eyes and looked closely, where there was still the figure of Li Chuyi, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Putting away the lute on his back, the lonely figure walked into the depths of the alley.
In the Yuan Dynasty, scattered songs were prevalent, and most of the literati who were good at writing scattered songs were literati who did not meet with huaicai, and Qiao Ji was one of them, and he failed in several scientific expeditions, and simply no longer sought fame. But useless is a student, there is no way out without merit, and Qiaoji, whose life is in trouble, has to write some loose songs to sell to the theater restaurant, in exchange for a little money to talk about to get by.
On the mayday of The Purple Yan, the air is filled with the fragrance of fragrant flowers, and several yellow orioles stand on the branches, crisply chirping, accompanied by the pleasant sound of birdsong, and a gentle and melodious little song is heard from the theater building.
And Georgie stood helplessly in front of the theater gallery, because there was no fame and no one to recommend, so the prostitutes refused to sing his songs. Just as he turned to leave, a singer dressed in a light blue shirt walked lightly, looking at Georgie's work, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, her name was Li Chuyi, the top singer in the theater building.
The plain hand gently played, the flow slowly rose, Li Chuyi's voice was like a yellow oriole, yi yi ya ya sang, a song was completed, and the whole hall applauded. "I'll sing you write a song, okay?" Li Chuyi smiled, and Qiao Ji looked at the radiant Li Chuyi, as if in a dream.
Li Chuyi, a prostitute in Jiangnan, has been singing in the opera building since she was a child, not only has a sweet voice, but also a delicate flower, and the high-ranking officials and nobles who hold the scene for her every day are endless, but Li Chuyi, who is high and arrogant, refuses to meet her. Accustomed to a false smile and hearing flattering compliments, Li Chuyi's heart was not alarmed, but the appearance of Qiao Ji rippled in her heart.
Georgie was born with a "beautiful posture and a good word chapter," although he looked beautiful but fell into disgrace, although he was brilliant but no one appreciated. But his eyes were as clear as water, and his face was idyllic and peaceful, which Li Chuyi admired. After that, Li Chuyi felt sorry for Qiao Ji, sang his lyrics, and listened to his heart.
Pingsheng Huhai Shaozhiyin, Li Chuyi's appreciation and love, comforted Qiao Ji's lonely heart, no matchmaker's words, no worldly red tape, a pair of talented women began a happy life.
The handsome Qiao Ji and the bright and moving Li Chuyi are a beautiful scenery in Hangzhou. They went to the countryside hand in hand to admire the peach blossoms, but the peach blossoms were blushing; they went boating in the lake together, and the Mandarin ducks no longer played in the water but swam far away.
They can't afford to live in a mansion with carved beams and paintings, and the chaimen courtyard is also warm; they can't afford to eat the taste of mountains and seas, and the coarse tea and light rice are also delicious. Although life is poor, because love is sweet as honey, and life becomes like a butterfly.
"Warm drying. Drunk. The heartbeat of the forced turn. The sound of warblers in the small curtains. Awaken the pre-flower dream. The nails are delicate. Eyebrows are lightly indulged. Qiao Ji used the pen in his hand and full of tenderness to write beautiful lyrics for Li Chuyi.
Lightly rolling curtains, reflecting Li Chuyi's pretty face, three glasses of two light wine set off the pink peach blossoms, the little yellow warbler singing happily, the flowers woke up, the beauty appeared, only to see her mouth slightly raised willow eyebrows, delicate jade hands are busy. Georgie's tenderness is all fused in the song, and there is truth in the song, but the world does not know.
Two people who truly love each other are not tolerated by the world. Because of the favor for the poor Qiaoji, Li Chuyi encountered ridicule and insults, how can the drama have true feelings, just looking for a freshness.
And Qiao Ji, who painstakingly composed loose songs, was also ridiculed by the literati inkers, relying on women to support the scene, not the big husband. Sneering like a sharp arrow stabbed at them, Georgie was bitter and began to pour sorrow with wine.
Li Chuyi, who makes a living selling singers, offends the guests because she falls in love with Qiao Ji, and no one praises her or listens to her songs. Although Li Chuyi did not care, Qiao Ji fell into pain and self-blame.
The wine into the intestines are even more sad, the former handsome Qiao Ji, become silent and introverted, he also wants to change all this, how Nai Shusheng has no way to get out except to seek fame. In order to stop being criticized by the people he loved, Qiao Ji ignored Li Chuyi's obstruction and insisted on going to the capital of the Yuan Dynasty to take the exam.
Georgi, who lives alone in a lonely guest house in a foreign country, looks at the flickering candlelight, his heart is desolate, under the pressure of cruel social reality, a pure love has no place, only by seeking merit and fame, can he exchange it for lifelong companionship.
Looking at himself in the mirror, his sideburns have grown up, the sycamore outside the window flutters with the wind, adding a little bit of melancholy, and the thought of Li Chuyi makes him sleepless.
"The face is tender and difficult to hide the wine halo, and the fan is thin and does not separate the song dust." Pretending to be a spy on the gold noodles. The cool breeze wakes up drunk eyes, the bright moon breaks the soul of poetry, and it is expected that tonight will sleep steadily. Unable to suppress the thought of Li Chuyi, Qiao Ji wrote down the loose song "Red Embroidered Shoes", Li Chuyi's delicate and cute jumped on the paper, although the words were revealed, full of deep love, but this song flowed into the human world, or was criticized by some literati, criticizing this loose song as a mesmerizing sound.
However, what makes Georgie even more helpless is not that the song is controversial, but that it has once again fallen off the charts. Heavy footsteps, stepping on the way back home, Georgie's heart was full of grief. Cup after glass of sake into the heart, drunk and how to solve a thousand sorrows. In the past, he sought fame for the sake of honoring his ancestors and being able to enter the career, but at that time, it was for love, and there was not much luxury, but he still could not be satisfied.
Qiao Ji, who returned from the first place, still got a contemptuous look, but Li Chuyi treated him as before, and his love was as usual. But Georgie's heart is extremely bitter, material scarcity consumes his enthusiasm, and perhaps leaving is the best relief. However, several times of painful determination, they all stopped in the haze of Li Chuyi's tearful eyes.
That winter, very cold, running outside Qiaoji, did not return half money, and the tired Li Chuyi has long entered the dreamland, the dim candlelight reflects her tiredness, let Qiaoji heartache, the hall of seven feet boy, can only dance and ink, can not bring happiness to the loved ones, but also affect her for the sake of life to force a smile.
Once, the curtain was lightly rolled to reflect the delicate face, at this moment, the red face has not aged and the sideburns have declined.
Georgie studied ink with tears and wrote with a pen, "Farewell to the world, so the friendship is broken, who can borrow the bedside gold?" Today is the Winter Solstice Festival. Wine, where on credit? Plum, where to fold? The sleepy life, the cold human sophistication, and the endless ridicule and ridicule made Qiao Ji no longer bear it, he quietly picked up the pipa, and finally looked at Li Chuyi, who was still dreaming, and walked out of the house with difficulty.
The liquor store tea house, no longer see the handsome and elegant figure. The world only knows about a Giorgi who wrote a song, but no one knows his whereabouts anymore. And Li Chuyi, who lost Qiao Ji, still sang the scattered songs he wrote, which has not changed over the years.
Qiao Ji, who fled for love, wandered the world, the four seas as home, walked all the way and sang a classic, and in each song was Li Chuyi, who danced beautifully. Tired, tired, he returned to Jiangnan, and Li Chuyi, who was thinking of him, may still be waiting for himself in the same place, but he no longer has the courage to find his former love. Carrying a pipa on his back, he wandered the streets and alleys of Jiangnan, even if he could no longer love each other, he refused to go too far, and watching over each other was also the deepest love.
Jin Xiao Note: Qiao Ji was a famous composer in the Yuan Dynasty, and the historical records record that he was a beautiful man with a very high appearance, how could he not have ambition in life, he did not enter the world in his life, lingering in the tea house theater to write scattered songs, and his love with Li Chuyi was doomed to have no end.