There was a fireworks woman in Jinling named Lian Xia, who could not remember her surname, and her appearance and skills were the best for a while, and he built a fragrant pavilion in front of the Ding Family Water Pavilion to attract talents and celebrities.
When the Taiping Army had not yet revolted, Lian Xia, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, had already become famous, and every time she danced and sang a song on the stage, she got hundreds of heads.
Lian Xia is passionate about words, beautiful articles, and talented celebrities have long admired her. She can also recite poetry and paint, and in terms of painting methods, she specializes in the double-hook orchid skills of Qin Huai's famous tricks Ma Shouzhen and Huang Shu, and her reputation is even more famous, and it is extremely popular.
A certain scholar is a famous scholar in Jinling, who has no contact with Lian Xia in the past, and Lian Xia admires his talent and invites him to come and talk. The two fell in love at first sight, and they had the intention of seeing each other and hating each other, so they were inseparable and talked about love.
Lian Xia wanted to entrust him with the major events of her life, and a certain student said: "The ancestral training stipulates that there is a concubine, and no one is allowed to use a wind and dust woman as a concubine. If violated, the tablets are not allowed to enter the family temple after death. What to do? After saying that, he gave Lian Xia seven unique poems. Poetry Cloud:
I have the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, and I have no success in the qing dynasty.
Pipa has been sad for thousands of years, and I am mistaken for a long time.
Lian Xia also impromptuly advocated peace:
Why in this life, why say three lives, and exhaust the spring silkworm cocoon has not yet been completed.
Whoever relieves pity is better than pity, and the wine wakes up on the pillow to call Qingqing.
The two groaned, looked at each other and cried. This happened one night in the autumn of The second year of Xianfeng.
Soon, Jinling City was conquered by the Taiping Army, and Mousheng and Lianxia fled separately and lost their news. After the failure of the Taiping Army uprising, a certain life returned to Jinling, revisited the old place, and it was already Feng who went to Taikong, and there was no trace of Lian Xia, so he thought she was dead.
For more than twenty years, it is like a flick of a finger, at this time, a certain life has become noble.
One day, when he went out to visit a friend, he suddenly saw an old woman passing by her car, her face was haggard and miserable, and she groaned as she walked: "Repentance, Red Medicine, sword dancer are all dead, the world is ignorant of the sound, with a thousand gold city bones." Instead of Wu Guozi, Ning went to Xijiang, and Kai Quling was used as an even ear. ”
When a certain student listened, he felt strange, felt familiar, seemed to have heard it, but he just couldn't remember who the old woman was.
The next day, the doorman reported that an old woman had asked to see him, and a certain student asked him to bring the old woman.
As soon as the old woman saw a certain life, she lay on the ground and cried loudly, and said intermittently: "The king is rich and noble, do you remember Lian Xia?" ”
A certain student was shocked and quickly helped her to the chair. The old woman recounted her painful experiences one by one, speaking of sadness, grief-stricken, and others did not dare to look at her squarely.
A certain life was also very sad, so he had to make a mental good word to comfort, and then recruited colleagues and friends, introduced Lian Xia to them, and praised Lian Xia's talent. Although Lian Xia was old and dragon clocked, a pen could still sweep through thousands of armies, and in her later years she lived on words and placed her love on Han Mo so that she would not be cold and hungry.
Alas, the original dreams were all suffered by lovesickness, and now the end of the road is even more difficult to look back! The beauty of the evening, the fall of the celebrities, the sadness of the ages, all the same reason.
References :Three Borrowed Pen Talks