The Story of Cui Hu, a Poet in Tang Dynasty

Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.

Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

This poem, titled "The Village in the South of the City", has a refined style, fresh and graceful words, and is well-known and has been circulated for thousands of years. The author of this poem is Cui Hu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

With the wonderful rhythm of poetry, I came to Taoxibao in South Fan Chuan, the ancient city of Xi 'an, which was the scene of poetry at that time. This is the picturesque village of Fan Chuan, which is famous for Cui Hu's masterpiece. In order to commemorate the beautiful love between Cuihu and Jiangniang, a "Peach Blossom Garden with Face" was built here. I went into the garden to visit for a week, sat on the stone bench opposite the crimson mother statue, lit a cigarette, took a sip, looked at the smoke curling around me, looked at the flawless crimson mother statue, whispered the famous works of Cuihu, tasted the touching love story between them, and welled up in my heart happily.

Unconsciously, my thoughts returned to the Tang Dynasty thousands of years ago. In an obscure village in the southern suburbs of Chang 'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, there is an eternal story and a love story. ...

During the Zhenyuan period in Tang Dezong, a young scholar who was born in a scholarly family in Boling County visited the capital Chang 'an. He is smart and talented, but he is aloof and indifferent. On weekdays, he only buries his head in the cold window and seldom associates with others. Even if he wanders occasionally, he likes being alone. This handsome and lonely young scholar is the hero of this legendary love story, Cui Hu. It happened to be a sunny day during his study tour in Chang 'an in early spring. Outside the house are pink and green flowers, singing and dancing, caressing by the breeze and lingering in spring. The warm sun in the afternoon is more beautiful. Cui Hu, who studied hard all morning, was infected by the breath of spring outside the window. He decided to go to the suburbs to feel the warmth of spring, so he put down his book and went out for an outing alone. Along the way, surrounded by willows and flowers, he felt comfortable and enjoyed the gifts given by nature. Unconsciously, he was getting farther and farther away from the city. Suddenly I felt my legs were sour and thirsty, so I thought of finding a rural farmer to rest and beg for some water, so that I could get back to the city before sunset.

However, he has gone to the secluded countryside, where farmers live very scattered. Desperate, he had to climb a highland, looked up and looked around, and suddenly saw a peach blossom not far away, revealing a corner of the hut under the shade. He was so happy that he walked down the highland and walked to Taolin, which is close to it. The hut he just saw on the highland is completely hidden, and there is only a peach forest in front of him. Peach blossoms burn out, and the breeze blows the fragrance. Walking along the winding path between peach trees, in an empty corner, there is a unique farm yard, simple but clean. Cui Hu thought: Who is the owner who lives in such a poetic place? Thinking about it, he walked into the yard involuntarily. On the stone table in the yard, he found a poem with wet ink, on which was written a five-character quatrain by Yongmei: "Plain and bright, the fragrance of cold snow is like Ren Xiaofeng. Poor and muddy like me, scattered in this mountain. " This poem should be written by the owner here. What kind of person is he? Why do you borrow plum blossoms? A series of questions welled up in Cui Hu's mind. At this time, a graceful woman with a good face came out of the room. She walked to Cui Hu with a teacup in her hand. Seeing that he was still staring at this poem, she smiled knowingly at Cuihu and said softly, "Please have tea, son." Cui Hu recovered from thinking and saw such a fairy-like girl. For a moment, he froze there. The girl seemed to perceive his thoughts and immediately lowered her eyes to reveal a shy expression, but it was this shyness that made her more beautiful. Cui Hu couldn't help feeling surge of emotion, but he was a scholar who understood etiquette, quickly adjusted his mood, and politely took the tea and gulped it down. Then pretend to be very calm and introduce yourself, and then ask the girl politely. The girl didn't seem to want to mention so much, but simply said, "My little daughter, Jiang Niang, lives here with her father." Cui Hu saw that the girl didn't want to say much, knowing that it was inconvenient to ask more questions.

The two men were silent for a long time. In order to ease the embarrassing atmosphere, Cui Hu turned the topic to the scenery and praised the scenery here as pleasant as a fairyland. Jiang Niang listened to his words, didn't speak, just smiled and nodded in agreement. Speaking of spring, Cui Hu made some comments on many famous sentences about Youchun, and finally talked about Du Qiuniang's: "If you have flowers, you should pick them directly, don't wait for them to run out." . Say that finish, he looked at crimson niang meaningfully, waiting for her response. Hui Ling's crimson mother certainly understood what he meant. In the warm spring season in bloom, in the face of such a young, imposing and talented young man, why not make her "Seeds of Love" full of spring? But how dare a girl who knows books and manners open her heart in front of a strange man? She sat there shyly and silently, and two pieces of Xia Hong dyed her cheeks red. She occasionally glances at Cui Hu with affectionate eyes, and when she meets Cui Hu's eyes, she quickly takes it back. Looking at your toes more shyly will look cute. Facing the girl's confusion, Cui Hu didn't know what to do. He couldn't do anything more enthusiastic and frivolous after reading the sage book. Cui Hu, who rarely contacts girls at ordinary times, naturally doesn't quite understand girls' minds. Seeing the girl was silent for a long time, I thought I had offended her. So I secretly guard myself, and unconsciously I have some convergence in my words.

In the feudal era, which emphasized that "men and women are not close", an unmarried man and woman can serve tea and be alone in one room, which is an exception. It doesn't matter in the country, but it's a big mistake in the city. Two young and ardent hearts are stirring in the warm sunshine in the spring afternoon, and they are deeply attracted to each other. However, these two young people who have received etiquette education have no further deviant behavior. Seeing that the sun had set, Cuihu got up, thanked her earnestly, and reluctantly said goodbye to the girl. The girl saw him out of the gate, leaned against Chai Fei and silently watched Cui Hu gradually walk away. Cui Hu also looked back from time to time, only to see a girl holding a peach blossom, swaying in the spring breeze with gorgeous peach blossoms in front of the door, sighing in her heart: What a wonderful picture of spring scenery! But he couldn't see the infinite attachment in the girl's eyes. An accidental meeting in spring has aroused ripples of love in the hearts of Cuihu and Jiangniang. However, the love between men and women is some embellishment in life for men, but it is the whole of life for women.

Since Cui Hu left, Jiang Niang has been obsessed with him. The shadow of that charming young man haunts her mind day and night, making her miss him so much that she can't mention it to anyone. Cui Hu returned home, immediately immersed in heavy homework, studying hard day and night, and his mind was no longer concerned; The meeting between Chun and Jiang Niang can only be put on hold for the time being, so as not to be in a bad mood and neglect your studies.

Time flies, and the next spring is another sunny day. Looking at the peach blossoms blooming all over the city, Cui Hu couldn't help but be moved by the scene before him, recalling the old things in the south of the city last spring. The flame of emotion rose in his heart. In the irresistible impulse, Cui Hu was excited and eager to go all the way to the city to find old dreams. The flowers bloom as before, and the spirit is still pleasant, but these scenery did not arouse Cui Hu's interest. He only has the Iraqi people in the peach blossom in his heart. Looking for it, he finally found the hut, but he saw that everything was like this, as if it happened in spring yesterday. Approaching the yard, there was silence inside. He shouted through the bamboo fence, "I passed by in spring and wanted to ask for some water!" " "He repeated the language of the year before, looking forward to last year's scene again. I haven't seen the girl open the door for a long time, so he called several times: "Jiang Niang! Mothers! " There was no answer except a faint echo. On closer inspection, a bronze lock hung quietly on the door of the hut, announcing that the owner was gone. Suddenly, Cui Hu felt like a gourd ladle of cold water, and his fiery heart was half cold. Push Chai Men away and sit under the peach tree in the courtyard. Colorful petals fell from his skirt, but the girl still didn't come back. It's time for the sun to set again. He took pen and ink out of the window lattice and wrote a four-line poem on the door in disappointment. This poem is "Chengtou is Nancun".

Cui Hu went to the old city south of the city, but he didn't see Jiang Niang. He couldn't put it down when he got home. He can't study hard at all, and even tea and rice are hard to swallow. So, a few days later, he went to the south of the city again. This time, he skillfully found the hut, and before he got near it, he heard the cry of the old man from the distant hut. Cui Hu in the mind a tight, hurried to the front of the hut, loudly asked. After a while, a white-haired old man came out trembling, his eyes blurred. He looked Cui Hu up and down and asked, "Are you Cui Hu?" Cui Hu was a little surprised that the old man knew his name. He nodded and said, "Cuihu was born late." Hearing this, the old man felt very sad and cried and said, "You killed my daughter!" " Cui Hu was surprised and asked urgently, "Dare to ask the old man to explain why!" Tears welled up in the old man's eyes and he said stiffly, "My beloved daughter, Jiang Niang, is eighteen years old. She can write and be polite. Since I met you last spring, I have been worried about you day and night, only saying that if you have feelings, you will definitely come again. She waited day after day and went to Qiu Lai in the spring, but there was no sign of you. She missed you so much that she suddenly lost control. After a year, I was desperate. I went to a relative's house a few days ago and came back to see the poem you wrote on the door. I hate that I missed the opportunity and thought I would never see you again in my life. So, I was speechless and worried. However, I can't afford to get sick. I am old, and only this daughter lives alone. I put off getting married because I want to find a good husband so that my father and daughter can rely on him. Now the crimson mother has gone before me. Didn't you kill her? "

Hearing this cry, Cui Hu seemed to be struck by lightning, and at that time he was shocked. Meet by chance, spoony woman loves so deeply, how to make Cui Hu heartbroken! He choked up and said, "Last year, I passed by your house and wanted a drink when I was hungry. Thanks to my lady's tea, I didn't meet you again the other day. I came back disappointed with my poem, but I didn't expect such a change. If Jiang Niang dies, I won't drag out an ignoble existence! " As he spoke, he ran into the back room, hugged Jiang Niang, who had just died, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Jiang Niang, slow down, Cuihu will go with you!" Cui Hu shook her blushing mother and cried loudly, tears streaming down her face. Perhaps his sincerity touched heaven, perhaps his true feelings awakened Jiang Niang's heart, and then Jiang Niang woke up unexpectedly. At first, I exhaled a continuous gasp, then my eyes opened slightly, and then my lips moved slightly. I seem to recognize Cui Hu and bury my face deeply in Cui Hu's arms. When the old man saw the surprise, he quickly prepared ginger soup and rice paste and slowly poured it to Jiang Niang. In this way, the affectionate crimson mother actually came back from the dead end. Later, Cui Hu went home and told his parents about the situation. Parents are very considerate of their true feelings, so they hired her according to the ceremony and chose an auspicious day to marry Jiang Niang. Jiang Niang's father was also properly placed by the Cui family to support his life.

Cuihu married Jiang Niang, such a loving, virtuous and beautiful wife, with a beautiful heart. Jiang Niang is attentive to her family, filial to her parents-in-law, harmonious with her neighbors, and adds fragrance to her husband's class at night, so that Cuihu has no distractions, concentrates on her lessons and makes progress day by day. In the 12th year of Zhenyuan, Tang Dezong, Cui Hu took the exam, won the Jinshi, and was released as an official. His official career was smooth, and the official went to Lingnan to make our time. With the help of Jiang Niang, he became an honest official with outstanding achievements and was deeply loved by the people. ...

After telling this sincere and touching love story, my thoughts came back from the Tang Dynasty. I think: There are too many joys and sorrows in the world, but loving and being loved is a very happy thing. When one day we are old, if we can recall that we loved someone deeply in our life, or were deeply loved by someone, that is the real, eternal and indelible happiness in our life!

Well, neither crossing nor meditating, let's go home. In my opinion, there is no better happiness and happiness than family reunion, because everyone accounts for 100% of his family!