Qin Yao and the oil seller (I)

The doors of the temple of poetry are open to me,

I had been wandering outside the door for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The treasures inside are dazzling,

I involuntarily walked in.

A vast volume of poems,

Layers are neatly arranged.

These best psalms,

but not in the world,

Only in the presence of the god of poetry.

These precious treasures,

It is the crown and scepter of the god of poetry.

Even if it's one or two volumes,

It will also cause long-term amazement and admiration in the world.

I peeked inside,

Wild Byron;

elegant Shelley;

Freedom singer Pushkin,

They all hid inside,

Greedily read God's writings.

Take a closer look over there,

Coleridge and Gibran;

Homer and Virgil;

Goethe and Shakespeare,

Some flip through the shelves;

Some staggered and held on to ladders;

Some occupy the entire desk;

Some looked nervously around,

Secretly tore up pieces of book pages,

Tucked into his arms.

Suddenly bumped into Tagore head-on,

He ran over in the wilderness,

His pockets were covered with the scrolls of God's poems;

He is anxious to return to the world,

If you want to put your own fresh writing,

Forever.

It's really a pity,

He came one step ahead of me,

It has won the long-term admiration of the world.

He walked in such a hurry,

For fear that the god of poetry will see it,

Blame him for being too greedy.

I, the messenger of Eastern civilization,

Witnesses of ancient cultures,

A handsome Chinese,

I came here today.

I walked slowly to the idol,

Seeing a golden flute,

I was secretly surprised in my heart,

What a wonderful thing that is.

They didn't even find out.

I reached out and picked up this flute,

Let me first play a song for my dear readers.

Even though my rhythm is not perfect,

But I'm afraid that readers who are anxious will wait to be anxious.

Blow a hometown ballad first,

See if the rhyme is wonderful.

Chapter I

Emperor Huizong Yanwu Xiuwen Guotai Min'an,

The garden is confined to amusement and Pepsi is withered.

Cai Jing, Gao Yu, Yang Jian, provoke public resentment,

Fengyue fireworks regardless of the suffering of the people.

Since crossing the river to a corner of the Yangtze River,

How many killings and robberies are sad and resentful.

It is said that there is a family surnamed Xin outside Bianliang City,

Running a grocery store,

and there is no sorrow,

Life is very leisurely.

daughter's nickname is Qin Yao,

She is delicate and intelligent, and her writing is wonderful.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting know everything,

has a beautiful face like ice and snow,

It makes people admire, and I can't help but fall in love.

Who expected the two countries to be at war,

The rivers are broken, and in the troubled times,

Everywhere there was beacon fire and wolf smoke.

Jin Bing went all the way south rampantly,

Plunder the Second Emperor,

The former prosperous capital,

It is full of ruins.

The people of the city were afflicted,

Lost souls, lost courage, abandoned home and ran to the end of the world.

The Xin family fled in groups with packages on their backs,

The hard work of the day is like a lost dog.

The defeated officers and soldiers on the road killed and set fires,

It was getting late and getting more and more chaotic.

Qin Yao hid in the ancient tomb beside the road,

Face full of wind and sand,

Eyes full of desolation,

I miss my parents and cry alone,

From night until dawn.

When the day comes,

She wept and walked south,

Walk into a small, run-down village,

The people fled,

There was silence all around,

I can no longer see the peace of the past,

There is only a gentle wind blowing in my ears.

She sat alone under the earthen wall,

Someone happened to pass by.

Who is this person?

Wandering village ruffians,

slackers,

The old neighbors of the Xin family,

The white and chubby Bu Dalang.

Just when you are in trouble, you have no relatives,

Qin Yao seemed to have met a relative.

Qin Yao's face was busy wiping away the tears on her face,

Asked softly, "

Have you ever seen my daddy?

Have you ever met my mother?

Where are the two of them now? ”

The shameless Bu Dalang stroked his beard with his hand and thought secretly:

Yesterday the officers and soldiers snatched my package,

My entanglement is now missing.

I just sent this beauty,

This is God's life for me.

Take her to the south and sell her,

The silver of the white flowers will be in hand.

So he pretended to be kind and kind,

said to Qin Yao: "

Your father and mother are looking for you,

Now it has fled to the front.

They told me, '

If you see our daughters,

Tell her to cross the river to Lin'an for a meeting.

Ten million, ten million,

Companionship on the road kept her safe. ’

I treat you like a daughter,

You treat me like a daddy,

All the way across the river to Hangzhou, to the West Lake, and then to Lin'an. ”

Three thousand miles of rivers and mountains,

Jiangnan in the smoke and rain,

Qionghua on the embankment of the West Lake,

It's still open.

Greeted

A landscape full of life,

Orioles in the trees,

Two or three cries.

The breeze is gentle, the spring thunder is gusting,

The fragrance of flowers that forgets worries,

It's like walking in it,

Come to the poetic picture scroll in the dream,

It makes people linger.

Bu Dalang and Qin Yao came to the shore of the West Lake,

It is when the spring water is as green as blue, and the scenery is infinite.

Bu Dalang visited a family surnamed Wang fireworks,

Bu Dalang coaxed Qin Yao and said: "

Wang's mother's family and my dearest flesh and blood,

Leave you in her house for the time being,

Wait for me to be calm in the future,

Find your dad and talk back. ”

Poor innocent little girl,

actually believed this scoundrel,

Since then, he has strayed into fireworks with hatred.

Wang's mother called Qin Yao Mei Niang,

teach her to play;

teach her to sing and dance;

Dress her up as beautiful as a flower.

Mei Niang's country is fragrant,

I can write and draw.

The prince and grandson who came here,

I came to ask for poetry and painting.

The delicate girl has been famous ever since,

I don't know how many prodigal children have been fascinated.

They called her the Oiran Lady,

Spread her word to the West on the edge of the West Lake,

And three points of beauty,

is willing to die for her, and has no regrets in this life.

There is a gentleman named Jin Er,

Claiming to be the reincarnation of the love saint,

is accustomed to chasing joy and laughing in the wind and moon field.

willing to give three hundred taels of silver,

Buy a story of wind and snow.

The king's mother saw a lot of silver,

Immediately revealed,

A smile on his face.

She writhed around and said, "

Tonight** make fun,

Let you ecstasy,

You are satisfied.

Flying stars cross in the dark, waves rise and tide,

A search among the stamens. ”

She only said that she invited Mei Niang to go to the lake to see the hibiscus flowers,

took the opportunity to get Mei Niang drunk.

With a wave of his hand, Jin Er came quietly,

Then let him hide in a corner of the ship.

On a cruise ship carved with gold ornaments,

A prosperous and opulent atmosphere.

The surface of the lake ripples with sparkling waves,

The surface of the water is as clean as jasper,

Faint like a promise,

Radiating a brilliant light.

The red curtain flutters in the wind,

There is a faint fragrance

Drunk and hazy girl,

At this time, he was alone in the embroidery bed.

Delicate faces,

Blooming like a peach blossom,

Slight breathing,

It seems to exude alluring agarwood.

Beautiful looks,

With the demeanor of a fairy,

In drunkenness,

Caught in a daze.

White skin inadvertently exposed,

The light veil that draped over his body,

Slowly slide under the bed.

She slowly entered the sweet dream,

Ripples in dreams,

Like water waves gently rippling.

I dreamed that she was wandering in the garden,

Everywhere there was bright sunshine.

When the spring breeze blows,

The smell of flowers wafted in.

The April wind is blowing lightly,

The brook in the woods sang merrily.

The oriole cries in the trees,

The chase flew over the treetops.

Mei Niang's heart longs for love and hope,

Beautiful dresses also flutter in the wind.

A young and romantic little girl,

Hung her gaze shyly.

It turned out to be,

The lover's brother rode a handsome horse,

Coming to her from a distant homeland.

The elder brother tightened his grip on the reins of the horse,

The horses roared and roared in the sky.

The handsome brother is waving to her,

An affectionate gaze fell on her.

Joyfully thrown into the arms of lovers,

Revel in passion......

Just Baguio girl,

Intoxicated in beautiful dreams,

Jin Er pushed open the half-hidden door.

A wicked smile appeared on his face,

He reached out and gently picked it open,

A corner of the veil.

He couldn't wait,

took off the silk robe from his body,

Jump on the bed.

He couldn't wait to take off Mei Niang's embroidered shoes,

Placed it under his nose and sniffed and sniffed.

Then there is the skirt and belly pocket,

They were all ripped off and thrown aside......

Our dear Miss Qin Yao,

Why can't you wake up?

Is it an excess of alcohol,

Paralyzing your nerves?

can only let Jin Er, a scoundrel,

Embrace the beautiful girl at will.

Qin Yao girl in the dream,

I want to get up and struggle,

Feel top-heavy,

I don't have any strength in my body.

In the middle of the night, Mei Niang woke up,

I knew that I had fallen for Wang Ma's tricks.

I can't help but feel angry in my heart,

To Jin Er, who was lying beside him,

Scratched a few bright red blood marks on his head and face.

Jin Ergongzi is so boring,

Worked hard until dawn,

I fled in a hurry......

Chapter II

Why is the poor red face always so thin,

Mei Niang wept silently with tears in her eyes.

She returned to her abode,

Closed the door tightly,

I refused to eat tea and rice.

I don't want to meet guests,

I don't want to groom up,

Lying on the collapse, silent.

From dawn to dusk,

From sunset to dark.

Wang Ma said to Mei Niang: "

I'll feed you,

for you to wear.

I raised you,

For that?

You're going out to pick up customers,

Don't pretend to be tender again.

Obedient acquaintance,

Don't anger the old lady.

You're a clever man,

If you don't want to eat a leather whip from the call. ”

Wang's mother has a sworn sister,

People call her Jiu Niang.

She grabbed the placket of the king's mother's clothes,

Said softly: "

This woman has a strong temperament,

If you force her to death, won't it cost you?

Treat me with kind words and persuasion,

It turns her heart around. ”

Jiuniang came to the back building,

I saw that the door of the building was closed,

There is a frightening melancholy in the tranquility.

The flowers are also sorrowful,

Lost the beauty and beauty of the past.

A clear spring in the pond,

has also lost the laughter and charm of the past.

All things are sorrowful,

Everything is depressing.

Jiu Niang knocked on the door and shouted: "Niece! ”

Mei Niang heard Jiu Niang's voice,

Gently pushed the door open.

Jiuniang came to the building,

Seeing the girl's face,

Still tear-stained and haggard.

Jiuniang walked slowly to Mei Niang's room,

I saw a picture on silk,

Painted with a beautiful woman,

has not been colored,

It's already teary-eyed.

Jiuniang praised: "

Good drawing!

In what life I have come to create like this,

Born with your hands,

also draw a picture of a peerless red face,

For my sweetheart to screen the building alone,

What a happy thing it would be. ”

Mei Niang said softly: "

Auntie don't make fun of it,

Why is it so idle today,

Come and have fun with me. ”

Jiuniang replied: "

I heard that you have to taste the joy of clouds and rain,

Specially come and Mei Niang to be happy.

Mei Niang heard Jiu Niang say this,

Shame flushed his face,

Silently bowed his head but was silent.

Jiuniang knew that she was shy,

took a step forward,

Gently holding Mei Niang's hand: "

My baby

Why are you so shy?

Is there any man in the world who doesn't get fishy?

What man in the world is not amorous?

Who doesn't love white flowers?

Don't waste your youth,

Don't waste your good years.

Now the power of people is harsh again,

Have you ever understood life without money?

There is no man worthy of your affection,

Life is meant to be,

A game,

A dream.

Front Door Welcome,

Back door to the old,

Zhang Lang sent rice,

Li Lang sent firewood,

How lively and amorous the exchanges,

Male and female love,

The value of a daughter is unmatched.

Enjoy a happy life,

This life is not in vain.

Don't make yourselves low,

Stirred up many jokes among the sisters.

It's better to be happy,

fell into his mother's arms.

Win the name of an Oiran,

It's like being a cheap girl.

Mei Niang said: "

I am the son and daughter of a good family,

Just a firework fell by mistake,

If my aunt is in charge of me,

Let me make a seventh-level floating map from Liangsheng.

If you want me to laugh at the door,

Sending the old and welcoming the new,

I'd rather die,

Reluctantly.

Jiuniang said: "

If you want to be good, you need to be ambitious,

Talented and beautiful people are a perfect match.

Affection is like-minded,

I wish to love each other forever,

is the best way to go.

If you insist on refusing,

There's no way to be a mother,

Find a master who is willing to pay,

It must be that the old age and ugliness are gone,

or rude, mean, arrogant.

buried his life in vain,

It will be too late to regret it then.

If you make the royal mother angry,

How can you survive the beating all day long.

It's like falling into a well,

I can't afford to struggle.

Whatever you want to shout,

It's just a waste of your own efforts.

A flower like you,

is nothing more than the prince and grandson, a wealthy guest,

and I have not insulted you in the slightest.

Come to the wind and snow to enjoy it while you are young;

second, to be chased by the stars and the moon, and to win the favor of men;

Third, you can save more money to live a happy life.

After ten years and eight years,

When you meet your heart,

scenery and scenery,

Marry a talented man,

Rejoice.

My aunt is the matchmaker with you,

Hugh is going to forget me. ”

Mei Niang heard,

Smiling and silent.

Jiuniang saw that Mei Niang's heart was alive,

And then he said: "

Jiu Niang, what I said is to know the heart,

Listen to my good words and persuasions,

In the future, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth.

Maybe to be a good lady,

I don't know.

Mei Niang watched Jiu Niang leave the room,

It is indeed reasonable to think to myself in my heart.

But there will be guests to meet later,

I gladly rejoiced with him through thick and thin.

Guests flocked to the hotel,

There is no more free time.

Ten taels of silver per night,

Still you fight for me.

The king's mother got a lot of money,

Nature's joy is endless.

But the talented man is indeed missing,

As the saying goes: a daughter is easy to get, and a lover is hard to find.

To be satisfied,

And watch out.

Chapter III

A moonlit and breezy night,

Floating clouds wander inadvertently.

The shadows of the swaying trees swayed slightly,

With a rustling sound.

The brook flows alone,

There is an emotion that has nowhere to be stored at this time.

Mei Niang stood in the window and didn't feel sad,

There is no joy,

No dreams,

The whole world is desolate.

Praying for happiness in this life,

Happiness flies in the sky,

Fly at the farthest distances,

Only in heaven,

In that far away place.

I want to get the freedom of my soul in the waves,

But the waves quietly hide it.

Her passionate love,

Where exactly?

She felt as if she was being thrown into the middle of the world,

Sorrow patted her gently on the shoulder,

The ruthlessness of fate often makes her sad.

Singing and laughter,

At the banquet,

Only quietly hide the resentment in your heart.

Mei Niang! Mei Niang!

Forget all those infatuated dreams,

Forgotten when the bowels are broken,

Maybe love will never meet again in this life,

Fragrance in the prime of youth.

Qin Yao stared at the old moon,

The cool night glides gently like water,

Thin light veil blows in the evening breeze,

The mood is shaking in loneliness.

Crystal tears flickered in the corners of his eyes,

Inadvertently flowing through the cheeks and flowing quietly.

With a soft sigh,

The sadness in my heart is like being on the edge of a cliff flower.

The loneliness of red dust,

Who can understand the mood of her daughter.

Dusty girl,

Doesn't there need to be sympathetic?

Quietly contemplating on the Red Mansion,

The eyebrows are tightly locked and a song of water waves and clouds is played.

The graceful sound of the piano pierces the clouds,

The light of the moonlight rippled.

Sweet dreams don't last long anymore,

Bosom friends are hard to find on the road of red dust.

The mountains and rivers are singing elegantly,

A song of sadness makes people endlessly sad.

Bow your head and the sound of the accordion is chaotic,

Broken jade condensation spring said goodbye to endless love.

The cloud sleeves flick the song and fight,

A swan song for the ages,

Sometimes I get lost in the wind and rain.

Withered flowers,

The devastated girl.

Delicate body,

A slightly trembling chest.

Your smile,

Your fragrance,

Thy beautiful countenance,

and a moment that enchants the soul.

Everything seems to be in a dream,

It's an unreal illusion.

Mei Niang's piano sound is heartfelt,

Voices of blood and tears called.

Flying through the clouds and turning the sky,

Flying like a jade dragon circling.

It's like flowing water with affection and resentment,

Like crying, like complaining, like rain, like singing.

Suddenly, the sound of gold and iron was murmuring,

Like a wind-blown mountain forest.

Suddenly, it was as beautiful and graceful as a yellow bird,

Suddenly, the water murmured, like a stream.

The ever-changing magic,

The surging rhythm is full of emotion.

The sound of the harp spreads to distant places,

Dancing with surging poetry.

Your temperament,

Your countenance,

Your demeanor is limitless at this time.

Your tenderness,

Your confiding,

Weaving a curtain of dreams under the moonlit night.

There's an intoxicating sweetness to your singing,

Your singing voice brings tears and sighs.

You are like an unfree swift,

I want to fly into the blue sky of freedom.

But fate played tricks on you,

Plunge into the boundless darkness.

Anyone can have you,

Anyone can take you,

Teasing between the waves.

Confusion and sorrow fill your heart,

The pain of the soul makes you blush and haggard.

In contemplation your thoughts fly across the horizon,

The music at your fingertips goes with it.

You can't break free from the shackles of the world,

Who should you tell about your feelings?

The vast clouds and moon are dim,

The nightmare of the world makes youth fall.

Wandering in the wind and rain of misery,

The view in front of me is desolate.

The strings snapped,

Qin Yao was saddened.

She wiped her tears with her sleeve,

Returned to the house disappointed......