Back at the Yifu Pavilion, Jin Xi asked me: "How confident are you, my young master, that An Xuan will be favored by the emperor?"
"What do you think?" I looked at her with a smile.WWW.tsxsw.COM "Onlookers can tell, but you know it very well."
Jin Xi said: "The young master Lingrong has a graceful singing voice, which is far superior to that of the Miaoyin Lady back then. In addition, the young master is cautious, meek and silent, so he will definitely win the favor of the emperor."
I nodded and said, "That's right. The queen is noble, the concubine Hua is gorgeous, Feng Shuyi is dignified, Cao Jieyu is calm, Qin Fangyi is gentle, and the concubines in the harem are straightforward. The concubines in the harem each have their own strengths, but they all come from famous families and have the style of a lady.
The freshness and freshness of the Xiaojiabiyu in the mausoleum are exactly what the emperor lacks. Everything is precious because of its rarity."
"But," Jin Xi added, "the young master of Lingrong has been silent for a long time and seems to have no intention of being favored by the emperor."
"This has been true for a long time. But after dealing with her father An Bihuai, she has clearly understood that not having the emperor's love in the palace will only make others despise the family that bullies her. She is a filial daughter. Do you still remember that day I gave her a brocade
Something?"
"I remember that the young master Lingrong was very happy, unlike usual."
I nodded, "Have you ever heard of the saying, 'The jade face is not as beautiful as the color of a jackdaw, but it still brings the shadow of the shining sun'?"
"The servant is very talented, and it sounds like he is quite sentimental about his life experience."
She sighed faintly: "The beautiful appearance is not as good as the crow in the dusk, but it can also return with the shadow of the sun in Zhaoyang Palace. The mausoleum is so self-pitying and self-harming. I can't help but feel sad after seeing it. But, she finally has the right
Jun En’s expectation. I don’t know if this is really a good thing for me and her?”
"It's difficult for me to decide whether to help little master Lingrong. Now that little master Lingrong has this idea, I don't have to worry anymore."
"As long as there is a trace of envy and hope for glory, favor, wealth, and wealth, this life will not last long. I have given her some warnings, and I think she will definitely make a decision." Bi Bi said with a guilty conscience.
, sighed sadly, and said to Jin Xi: "Am I going too far? I knew she was deeply concerned, but I still led her down this road." He felt even more sad, "The bed I led her to was my husband's bed.
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Jin Xi said: "My little master has the same helplessness as my little master. Please forgive me for talking too much. Now, although my little master is favored by the emperor, he has no heirs to rely on. Secondly, the concubine Hua has reappeared. Thirdly, the little master of Meizhuang is missing."
Support seems to be a blessing, but in fact it is isolated and helpless. This glory is in jeopardy."
I sighed, and the corners of my eyes couldn't help but moisten, "Why don't I understand? The emperor loves me very much now. But because of this love, so many people in the harem are eyeing me, and I get scared just thinking about it." I gradually became excited, "But I
I cannot live without the emperor's favor. His favor is the only way for me to survive in the harem. No! Jin Xi, he is also my husband and my beloved."
Jin Xi looked solemn and said: "Please think twice, little master. The emperor is not only your husband, little master, but also the husband of all the empresses and mistresses in the harem."
There was endless lingering in my heart, "The emperor is the king of a country first, and my husband second. I understand the priorities in my heart, but I can't bear the mausoleum, and I can't let go of the emperor. Jin Xi, I am really useless."
Jin Xi straightened up and knelt down, "My little master, there is really no need to belittle oneself. Previously, Concubine Hua had Li Gui and Cao Ronghua to help her, but now only Cao Jieyu is left by her side. However, Qin Fangyi, Tian Guiren, Liu Liangyuan and others may not have the intention to surrender.
And the young master really needs someone he can trust to help him. Otherwise, the young master Lingrong’s father will become a warning to the young master’s family.” Tears flashed slightly in his eyes: “If the young master is dead, so what?
Seek your husband’s love. This is the most important priority.”
Suddenly, like an enlightenment, his mind suddenly became clear. He supported Jinxi with both hands and said sincerely: "I really want to thank you. Although I am your little master, I am young after all, and I can't hold my breath for a while. You are right, and in the future, everyone will be with you.
If I am my enemy, why don't I support someone I can trust? He is a king, and I am destined to share it with others. No matter who he is, he really shouldn't lose his life because of love."
"My young master, I have overstepped my bounds today. I have offended you a lot. Please forgive me, my little master."
I sighed: "Although Liu Zhu Huanbi is the maid I brought into the palace, Liu Zhu's temper is too hasty, and although Huanbi is cautious...after all, she is young and has nothing to do. So I really can't tell them some things. I can make decisions."
It’s you.”
Jin Xi's eyes shone slightly, "Jin Xi will definitely be by your side."
The first day has passed, so has the second day, and it is already the third day.
In the past three days, Lingrong did not come to Yifu Pavilion. He sent someone to greet him, but Juqing only came back and said: "My little master seems to have suffered from heatstroke. He hasn't gotten up in the past few days."
Looking up at the sky, lead clouds hung low, the sky was dark, and swallows were swirling and flying over the lake. It seemed that a heavy rain was brewing. It had been sunny and hot for a long time, and finally there was going to be a heavy rain.
I listened indifferently, and only ordered someone to bring her some fruits and medicines to relieve the heat, without saying a word.
It was the night of the Sixteenth Moon Chasing the Moon, and Xuan Ling stayed in the Hua Fei Palace. In the middle of the night, there was lightning and thunder, and the vigorous scorching thunder rolled across the lowering sky. The lightning brought by it made the sky bright as daylight for an instant, and then...
Deeper darkness. The sudden wind made the window crackle loudly, and I woke up with a "wow". Jingqing, who was watching the night, got up and hung up the wind hook on the window, closed the door tightly, and lit a candle.
I quietly curled up on the couch and hugged the quilt tightly. I have been afraid of thunder since I was a child, especially the dark nights with lightning and thunder. On thunderstorm nights at my parents’ home, my mother would hug me and comfort me; and after entering the palace, like this
Xuan Ling was always by my side on nights when there was thunder and lightning.
And tonight, it must be Concubine Hua who is graciously expressing her gratitude and loving her deeply.
After being entangled in the turmoil for the past few days, I was exhausted mentally and finally cried silently.
The tears were warm and fell on the dark red silk surface like small, slightly darker flowers, making the silk softer and softer.
I kicked the maids out one by one. The more I was afraid, the less I wanted anyone to witness my weakness and sadness.
Someone came over and gently pushed aside the thin silk quilt that was hugging me tightly. I turned back in surprise and whispered: "Shiro..."
He sighed softly, let me nestle in his arms, and turned his back to the window to block me from the dazzling lightning. He whispered softly: "I was awakened by the thunder, and suddenly I remembered that you were afraid of the rainy nights with thunder and lightning..."
There were traces of wetness on his body from the rain, and the wet touch made my anxious and frightened heart gradually calm down.
I was slightly confused: "Then Concubine Hua..."
His fingers pressed my lips lightly: "I'm afraid you're afraid..."
I didn't say any more words because he stretched out his arms and hugged me tightly.
I don't want to think about it any more.
He lowered his head, and his cold lips gently touched my warm and sweaty forehead. In this tender moment, I seemed to have found a moment of peace in this world.
I think, maybe for him, I can have the courage to fight with them again, even if... this fight will never end...
There is only the sound of water on all sides, the falling rain, the fresh and sweet water vapor spreads everywhere, and only the clean sky water washes away the filth of the world. The long-term sultry heat gradually disappears. It has been hot for a long time, and I can finally have a good sleep...
It was raining and windy, but when I woke up it was sunny and beautiful.
After serving Xuan Ling, he got up, dressed and went to court, then lay down again and fell asleep for a while before getting up.
The morning light was as light as mist, and there was a faint fragrance of grass leaves and fresh water vapor in the air.
When the door opened, he saw Ling Rong standing alone outside the door, her face slightly crimson, her hair covered with crystal dew, shining brightly in the sun as if it were an illusion.
I felt slightly surprised and said, "Why are you here so early? Are you feeling well?"
The wind blows, and the remaining flowers and leaves on the ground are sparse but bright and decadent. The sun shines through the mottled leaves and falls on the mausoleum, as clear as a dream.
She raised her face, showed a very bright and gentle smile, bowed gracefully, and said: "Lingrong used to have his own way, as if he was ill. Today, he has recovered from a long illness, and finally his mind is clear and enlightened."
I smiled knowingly, stretched out my hand to her, and said, "Now that you are well, you should come and sit here often."
She stretched out her snow-white arm to me and said with a smile: "It took Lingrong several days to embroider this thing with the brocade gift given by my sister. I came here to share it with my sister."
She and I entered the hall hand in hand and sat opposite each other.
On the brocade of white frost and snow, there is a peach blossom growing in a row, as bright as clouds, scorching and brilliant.
Lingrong lowered his eyebrows and smiled lightly, and said in a soft voice: "My sister feels that instead of embroidering a jackdaw with the shadow of the shining sun, it would be better to embroider the spring peach blossoms in Shanglin Garden to live up to this luxurious brocade."
I took off a golden peach blossom hairpin with beads on her head and inserted it diagonally into her smooth and flat low bun. The long pearl jade necklace added to her delicate beauty. I said softly: "The beauty of peach blossoms shines brightly."
My sister is naturally Ishi Ikea."
Lingrong naturally dressed up deliberately, wearing a light green Pinluo dress, which was as long as the floor, without a single flower pattern. Only a few half-open oleander flowers were embroidered with red silk thread on the cuffs, which were milky white.
A silk ribbon was tied around her waist, with a small sachet hanging down and a sapphire ring hanging on it, which further made her figure look like a willow, with the air of a flying swallow that is as timid as a flying swallow. Her hair was also styled fresh and simple, with her bangs scattered casually.
Neatly, the hair on the forehead is parted diagonally, seemingly unintentionally, and then rolled loosely behind the head with a white jade eight-tooth comb, two broken bead hairpins are inserted, and a little silver tassel is left.
The natural beauty of Hou Xinhe.
I also thought hard about my clothes, and finally chose a rouge-colored silk embroidered begonia spring sleeping light gauze dress. The texture of the tangled branches and flowers, no matter which angle you look at it, is exquisite and embossed with a light gold and silver color. The whole
The person seems to be caged in the gorgeous floating clouds, which is extremely luxurious. Just to set off the mausoleum's appearance, "the clear water produces hibiscus, and the natural carvings are removed".
The mausoleum is like the gentlest touch of spring color on the soft willows in February, and I am the most gorgeous clouds under the sunset on the horizon.
It's as beautiful as it is gorgeous, and it's unparalleled in its expensiveness, but in the hot summer weather, fresh colors are more likely to attract people's attention than extravagant colors.
This is a peaceful summer morning, with the cool wind blowing slightly bringing the fragrance of lotus leaves and reeds. The sky is as blue and clear as a fine glazed green, the white clouds are like light dreams, and the chirping of cicadas is sparse.
, the phoenix flower blooms like a tree full of light feathers, swaying gently in the wind.
No matter how you look at it, everything is so beautiful.
Holding the mausoleum's hand and walking along the corridor, I saw winding bridges along the lake on all sides. Each beam and column was painted with gold and colorful patterns, which were exquisite and gorgeous. The carved windows on all sides were covered with a breathable blue mist.
The window screens were blown open in all directions by the cool breeze. By Fanyue Lake, a few white cranes stood gracefully in the water, combing their necks and combing their plump feathers. They were leisurely and content, very loving. From time to time, there were also a few mandarin ducks sleeping leisurely in the shade under the bridge.
A wisteria tree twines out from the branches at the water's edge. Half of it is near the water. It trembles slightly in the wind. Under the dark green branches and vines, small dark purple and pink petals fall gracefully to the water, making them full of fragrance and beauty.
I whispered in her ear: "It would be fine to introduce you to the emperor as usual, but if you do this, even if you are lucky enough, the emperor may not take you to heart, but he will throw you away in three or five days. On the contrary, it will be a mistake."
about you."
Lingrong's palms couldn't help but sweat, and were slippery and clammy. She just lowered her head and looked at her feet: "That's what my sister said."
"Since you want to meet, you must fall in love at first sight." I looked at the blue sky, stopped and said, "The emperor will definitely pass by this place every day when he goes to court. It's almost time. Just sing loudly."
Lingrong nodded vigorously, held my hand tightly, stretched out her voice and sang with a graceful voice: "I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes, I advise you to cherish your youth. When the flowers are in bloom, they must be cut off; don't wait until the flowers are empty and the branches will be broken."
"
I patted her hand and said happily: "Very good. It makes people drunk after hearing it."
Lingrong smiled and lowered her head shyly.
Suddenly I heard a casual voice: "Who is singing?"
Hearing this voice, he knew it was not good. He turned around and bowed according to the rules, "Hua Fei, Jin An." Lingrong had not met Hua Fei for a long time. When he saw her, he couldn't help but panicked and kowtowed to the ground.
Concubine Hua said "get up" and glanced at my face lightly, "When did Zhen Jieyu learn to sing? She is good at singing and dancing. This palace is really refreshing."
He said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I am so complimentary. How can I sing with such a voice? I chose Shi An's song to sing."
Concubine Hua glanced at Ling Rong next to me and saw her standing with her eyebrows lowered and her head lowered. She suddenly stretched out her hand to lift Ling Rong's chin and narrowed her eyes slightly: "She's not that ugly."
Lingrong was startled and her beauty turned pale. Hearing what Concubine Hua said, she calmed down a little. Unexpectedly, Concubine Hua suddenly got angry and scolded: "How dare you! How dare you sing such melodious music in the imperial garden!"
The mausoleum trembled, and she leaned down with fear on her face, "I don't dare."
Concubine Hua looked at the mausoleum coldly, thinking she was looking at a stranger. After staring for a moment, she said: "Who do you think I am? It turns out to be the daughter of An Bihuai who was forgiven by the emperor just a few days ago." With a bit of contempt, she said: "The guilty minister.
An orphan, she doesn't shut herself up and thinks about her past, but she still walks around in the imperial garden." As soon as she finished speaking, the palace maids and eunuchs behind Concubine Hua couldn't help but laugh.
Seeing this, Lingrong couldn't help but feel angry and almost cried. She tried her best to bite her lower lip and said, "My father is not a criminal."
I said: "The father of An Xuanshi was acquitted and his official position was restored to his original position. He was not a guilty minister."
Concubine Hua changed her color slightly, then became indifferent, "Sometimes acquittal does not mean true innocence. Jieyu should know why." She turned to me and said, "It's just that I don't know the rules for a young waiter. What's the matter?
Jieyu also doesn’t know how to teach her etiquette, justice and shame.”
He couldn't help but be dumbfounded. He and Lingrong looked at each other, not knowing how to answer. He could only say: "It's just a song, how can it be related to etiquette, justice and shame. I don't know the concubine, but I hope the empress can enlighten me."
Concubine Hua's face showed a hint of color, and she stared at me with her beautiful eyes and said, "Why is it that Jieyu, who is well versed in poems and books, is sometimes confused?" Holding back her anger and not saying a word, Concubine Hua replied: "Then I ask.
You, who composed this song?"
"This song is called "Golden Thread Clothes" and was written by Du Qiuniang in the Tang Dynasty."
"Du Qiuniang was first Li Qi's concubine. Later, Li Qi rebelled and was executed. Du Qiuniang served Tang Xianzong and was summoned to the palace and was named Qiu Fei. She was very favored. She was a member of the traitor's family and she also served two husbands with one body. Such unfaithfulness and unfaithfulness
This righteous woman actually dared to sing the music without scruples in the palace."
After hearing her misinterpretation, Lingrong couldn't help but kowtow to apologize.
I knelt down and said, "What the empress said is absolutely true. Du Qiuniang was not willing to be a member of the traitor's family. What's more, after entering the palace, she served the emperor wholeheartedly and helped the government, which was considered a crime. After Mu Zong came to the throne, he ordered her to serve as the emperor. The prince's mother, Fu, is not without merit. I hope the empress will learn from it."
Concubine Hua smiled lightly, but there was a cold light in her eyes: "Zhen Jieyu is really good at words." The smile has not faded away, her pretty face is straight, and there is already deep anger in her mouth. Meaning: "Sima Guang's "Family Model" 2 says, 'Therefore, women only regard softness as virtue and do not regard forceful argument as beauty'. How come Jieyu does not even follow this woman's virtue, but uses strong words to make excuses and offends with her words?"
This move was so sharp and swift that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he said: "I don't dare."
Lingrong rushed in front of me and begged with tears in her eyes: "Zhen Jieyu didn't mean it, please forgive me."
Concubine Hua snorted coldly, "How dare you intercede for others when you have made a mistake? Sure enough, sisters have a deep love." She suddenly laughed again, her smile was so charming that it was completely inconsistent with her tone at this time, and it only made people's hair stand on end: "As the head of the concubines in the harem, I will do my best to teach the two sisters the rules they should abide by." She said behind her: "Who is coming -" Although she no longer has the power to co-manage the Sixth Palace, after all, she is the queen. She has the most respectable position, but I don’t know what she will do with Lingrong and me.
"Pa, pa," two high-fives sounded like thunder and lightning coming from the clouds. Before I saw the person, the sound penetrated my ears first, "This singing is very beautiful."
Looking up, he saw a five-color nine-dragon umbrella fluttering in the wind, with a emerald canopy and a purple zhizhi cover. The colors were eye-catching. Xuan Ling stood behind Concubine Hua with his hands behind his back. A faint distant smile appeared on the queen's lips and she stood silently beside Xuan Ling, with only cold eyes and no words. Li The chief led the ceremonial guard and stood with his head bowed, all in silence without making any sound. I don't know when he came closer, and I don't know how much of this scene fell into the eyes of the emperor and empress.
My heart felt relieved and I was so happy that I wanted to cry.
Concubine Hua was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saluted her husband: "Hail your Majesty, and your Queen."
There was a group of people kneeling on the ground. Xuan Ling just ignored them and stepped forward. He helped me up with one hand and said with a gentle look, "You rarely wear such gorgeous clothes." I stood up and stood beside him, returning my kindness. A smile.
Xuan Ling ordered Concubine Hua and others to stand up and said to me: "I heard someone singing in the distance, but it turns out it's you here." Then he glanced at Concubine Hua: "The weather is refreshing today, and the imperial garden is very lively."
Concubine Hua stopped talking, and then said softly: "Is the emperor going to court? Are you tired?"
Xuan Ling did not speak immediately. After a moment, he smiled half-heartedly and said to Concubine Hua, "It's so early in the morning. Is Hua Qing tired?"
I said with a smile: "It's a coincidence that Your Majesty has come. Concubine Hua is enjoying Sister An's songs with me."
He took my hand and said, "Oh?" and asked Concubine Hua, "Really?"
Concubine Hua was in embarrassment. When she heard Xuan Ling ask this question, she felt relieved and said, "Yes." She forced a smile and said, "I think An Xuan's singing is very good."
Xuan Ling's long eyes were slightly glazed, and a smile suddenly appeared on his handsome face. He said gently to Lingrong: "I couldn't hear it clearly from a distance just now. Can you sing it again?"
I looked at Lingrong encouragingly. She took a breath, nodded heavily, cleared her throat and sang again.
The singing voice of the mausoleum is like the green lotus in the pond, lush and green, and like the breeze rising from the end of the green lotus, fresh and intoxicating. It goes back to the heart, and I can feel the low and high pitch of each note, which has the beauty of cracking crystal jade. Just like the willow catkins in spring and the spring silkworms spinning silk, they are endlessly winding and entangled for thousands of miles. The song is sentimental and ruthless, warm and calm, as if all the 360 pores in the body that were originally blocked have been stretched. Warm and cool, it is indescribably comfortable and comfortable. The so-called beautiful songs in the world have become ordinary and ordinary. Only the broken jade from Kunshan and the weeping dew of fragrant orchids can barely compare.
I was shocked and couldn't help but feel extremely ashamed that there was such a beautiful song in this world. It was as delicate as a nightingale, as soft as silk, as clear as spring water, and as gentle as a lover.
Xuan Ling's expression was intoxicated; Concubine Hua's face was so ugly that she seemed to burst under the surprise. The Queen's surprise was only for a moment, and then she smiled quietly and said nothing, as if she was just enjoying ordinary music without any special new ideas.
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I couldn't help but be secretly surprised that the Queen's concentration was so good.
The song played three times and gradually stopped. The beautiful melody seemed to be stuck in the air, swirling and lingering for a long time. Xuan Ling was absorbed in it for a long time, as if he was in a dream.
The queen called softly: "Your Majesty." Xuan Ling just ignored him, but the queen called a few more times, and then he woke up as if from a dream.
I know that Lingrong has done it. Moreover, he has done it very well. It is unexpectedly good.
The queen smiled and said to Xuan Ling: "An Xuanshi's songs are so good, it's like hearing the sounds of nature."
Lingrong heard the queen's praise, and after thanking her, she bowed her head deeply. Xuan Ling asked her to raise her head, and her eyes fell on Lingrong's face, which looked like flowing clouds.
Lingrong's autumn-filled eyes revealed a mixture of uneasiness, shyness and timidity. That shy look was truly heart-warming. And the shyness and helplessness of this weak girl were exactly what Xuan Ling
Nowadays, every concubine around me has no trace of beauty. Such tenderness and shy amorous feelings make me feel a strange feeling in my heart.
Xuan Ling was in a good mood, as good as the clear blue sky today. "What a 'flower that can be folded, it must be folded'!" He asked Yan gently: "What's your name?"
Lingrong looked at me in confusion, I smiled and she calmed down a bit, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "An Lingrong."
Concubine Hua's smile was a little stiff: "When answering the emperor's questions, you should use the word "concubine", so that it is not rude."
Lingrong panicked and lowered his head in embarrassment, "Yes. Thank you for your advice."
The queen looked at Concubine Hua and said: "It seems that Concubine Hua's sister will meet with An Xuanshi a lot in the future. Sister, please teach her slowly. There is plenty of time."
Concubine Hua's eyes sparkled, and then she smiled brightly and showed her white teeth: "Of course. Your Majesty is in charge of the harem. There are so many things going on, and I should share your worries with you."
Xuan Ling just looked at Lingrong with a smile and told her to get up, saying: "Very good. The song is refreshing and the person is refreshing."
I just silently took two steps away and kept the decent smile I should have as a concubine. It had nothing to do with me anymore.
Concubine Hua left with the emperor, I just said that she was a little tired and wanted to go back first.
Xuan Ling asked me to have a good rest and ordered my maid to take me back home. Ling Rong also wanted to accompany me back.
Xuan Ling and the others were only a few steps away when Li Changxiao ran over and invited Ling Rong to go with him.
Lingrong looked at me helplessly, and finally picked up her skirt and walked up quickly to follow Xuan Ling.
I held Liu Zhu's hand and walked back slowly, followed by Pin'er and Jingqing. Liu Zhu asked me, "Miss, do you want to go back immediately?"
I bit my lower lip, shook my head, and walked slowly along Fanyue Lake. Slowly lowering my head, I saw the corners of the gorgeous skirt dragging on the ground, like the flowing clouds in the sky. The rouge on the skirt.
In the silk embroidered Begonia sleeping in spring, every petal and leaf is the boundless spring color of the prime of life, taking up all the spring light in the world. But the red and green, gold and silver, all seem to have reached the peak of splendor and splendor.
There is no way out.
Nothing can be accomplished without a single stitch or a thread. I suddenly thought about how much effort and how many strands of criss-crossing strands are needed to weave this gorgeous and gorgeous beauty. And when the sharp needle tip pierces the fine and smooth satin, it passes through the weaving.
When it is as beautiful as this, will the satin hurt? Is its pain what I feel at this moment?
I raised my eyes and saw a crimson tree in the front yard blooming like a torch. A gust of wind blew by, setting people's eyes on fire. The courtyard lake was filled with hibiscus and lotus flowers. Maybe it was no longer the season for crabapples to bloom...
Suddenly, a trace of vague panic passed through my heart, but I couldn't tell what it was when I wanted to grab it. A few blood-red Xinyi flower petals fell on my sleeves. I stretched out my hand and gently brushed away the fallen flowers. I saw that my bare hands were pale.
It's like snow gathering under the moon, and a few magnolia flower petals stick to your hands, and they are even redder and whiter, which is particularly dazzling.
That kind of panic gradually became clear, like the flower juice of Xin Yi stained on the bare hands, with clear twists and turns.
A tear fell silently on the palm of my hand.
Maybe it's not tears, but just a drop of dew that falls accidentally on this summer morning, or maybe it's a drop of residual rain left in the sunshine today from the thunderstorm night that didn't frighten me last night, moistening my empty heart at this moment.
I raised my face, gently wiped away the traces of water on my cheeks, folded a bright red flower in my hand, and smiled silently.
Note:
1. Du Qiuniang: Du Mu's "Preface to Du Qiuniang's Poems" says that she was a girl from Jinling in the Tang Dynasty. Her surname was Du and her name was Qiu. She was originally the concubine of Li Qi, the Jiedu envoy, and was good at singing the song "Golden Thread Clothes". Later, she entered the palace and was favored by Emperor Xianzong.
The prince's nanny. The prince was deposed and Qiuniang returned to her hometown, poor and old. In the past, this name was used to refer to an old and lustful woman.
2 Sima Guang of the Song Dynasty wrote "Jia Fan". He advocated that women should read "The Analects of Confucius", "The Classic of Filial Piety", "Nv Jie", "Biography of Women" and other books. He believed that women "have six virtues as wives."
"The first is submissive, the second is clean, the third is not jealous, the fourth is frugal, the fifth is respectful, and the sixth is diligent." However, he also advocated the concept of male superiority and female inferiority. In the article "Training Children and Suns", he proposed: "Husband, Heaven;
Wife is the earth. Husband is the sun. Wife is the moon. Husband is the yang. Wife is the yin. Heaven is at the top, earth is at the bottom. The sun has no gain and loss, and the moon has waxing and waning. The yang sings and creates things.
Yin harmonizes and creates things - the old woman regards meekness as virtue and does not regard forceful argument as beauty."