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It is difficult to buy it on the street when the bag is empty, and I look at it on my own fragrant paper.

Occasionally, I write a quiet posture with a pen, who to unsupport it?

When it comes to moving the roots, you have to pity yourself, and it is difficult to get out of the mountain than when you are in the mountains.

These two small poems were written by Ma Xianglan, a talented woman in the Ming Dynasty, and were inscribed together on her painting "Melan Tu". Legend has it that the painting is now in the Tokyo Museum in Japan and is regarded as a treasure among Dancheong ink paintings. Luckily, I was able to find pictures on the Internet to view, which was a little bit of an addiction.

Sure enough, the poetry and painting are excellent. The poem writes about orchids, which are also handsome, gentle, and metaphorical to people and things. In the painting, several orchid leaves are like swords, or slightly drooping, or oblique from the side, there are lonely stones contrasting, the breeze is blowing, the orchids bloom elegantly, like butterflies flying and sipping, in the mountains and the wind are pleasant, and there seems to be a fragrant fragrance faintly dripping, fragrant through the back of the paper.

Lan, the word itself is beautiful, form, rhythm, and meaning are all cherished. Or just whisper it in his heart, and Lan can instantly recite himself affectionately. It has always been believed that orchid is not only suitable for being born in the empty valley, but also for growing in the picture scroll.

But orchids are not easy to draw. How to be affectionate with talent and luck, and put pen to silver paper, so as not to deviate from that one?

The so-called secluded, quiet, leisurely, far-reaching. Zheng Banqiao also painted orchids, but he said, "No one dares to plant orchids", which shows that it is not easy to paint orchids, and it is even more difficult to draw spirit. However, Ma Xianglan's orchid is so windy, so handsome and quiet, and so still attached to the soul.

So at this moment, in the name of this orchid, across the streamer and the sea, write a pen about Ma Xianglan's ghostly posture, her talent and infatuation like an orchid, and explain a paragraph, the rippling and desolate old things by the Qinhuai River.

Ma Xianglan, whose name is true, the small character Xuan'er, and the word Yuejiao, is known as "Siniang" because she ranks fourth in the family. According to legend, she was originally the daughter of an official eunuch in southern Hunan, but it is unknown why she went to Jinling alone and held a high banner on the bank of the Qinhuai River. Because she has a beautiful temperament, can be good at poetry and painting, likes to paint orchids, and is good at painting orchids, so she is called "Xianglan".

Although Ma Xianglan's appearance is not a national color and natural fragrance, and even "the posture is like an ordinary person", but "the expression is open, moist like a spring willow and an early warbler, spitting out words and looking forward to it, skillfully serving people's wishes", and "everyone who sees it loses itself". Thinking about it, she is the kind of beauty who is like an orchid and bamboo, not charming with her delicate appearance, but with poetry and books, she uses to win is full of talent and unique personality.

She is versatile, proficient in music and rhythm, good at singing and dancing, can write and direct her own plays, and the drama troupe she teaches can perform the whole book of "The Legend of the West Chamber", and those who learn skills with her are ready to be true. She is even more accomplished in painting, Cao Xueqin's grandfather Cao Yin, has three consecutive poems for the long scroll of "Ma Xianglan Painting Orchid", a total of 72 sentences, recorded in Cao Yin's "Dongting Collection". In the "Collection of the History of Painting in the Past Dynasties", it is evaluated that her painting skills are "Lan imitation Zigu, bamboo law Zhongji, all can attack its rhyme", Zigu is Zhao Mengjian, Zhong Ji is Mrs. Guan, her title of female painter is well deserved.

The ten-mile Qinhuai of the Ming Dynasty was a place of gold powder towers and a place where the sheng song and wine of Lingbo were painted. The smoke cage is cold and the moon is long and sandy, next to the Confucius Temple, next to the Moon Tower, that is, Ma Xianglan's secluded place. In her mansion "Youlan Pavilion", the winding path corridor, the bamboo shadow clear spring, the eaves leaking windows, the moss lying steps, is extremely ancient and quiet, like a dream. Ma Xianglan is an Ailan person, she is full of orchids in the courtyard, and she takes care of them every day. Those orchids, listening to the songs and dances, shining on the sound of oars and lights, are also extremely elegant, dusty and refined, and live up to the master's wishes. From time to time, there are admirers to visit, enjoy flowers, talk about poetry, watch paintings, and see the beauty of beauty.

In the book, it is also stated that Ma Xianglan is a broad person, a light man, and often spends money to help the youth. But everything has advantages and disadvantages, she is not a sleek and sophisticated person, and she has a free and easy personality that values righteousness over wealth, so she often brings trouble to herself. Once, the guest who was turned away by Xianglan in the past has now become the head of the Ministry of Rites. This villain intended to provoke, so he used the excuse to arrest Xianglan, and humiliated him in the court: "Everyone says that Ma Xianglan is amazing, but today, it seems that it is just a vain." Ma Xianglan was not afraid of danger, and with the sentence "It is precisely because of the vain name in the past that today's nameless disaster has been obtained!" "Lip to lip to cheek. As a result, the chief judge was annoyed and ashamed, and refused to let go of Ma Xianglan easily, looted money, and forced him to prison, and his methods were extremely vicious.

At this time, not one step earlier, nor one step later, Wang Zhideng appeared. Just when Ma Xianglan was "wearing her hair and crying", Wang Zhideng used his relationship to maneuver around, so that Xianglan was out of danger. No matter how bold a woman is, she is also a woman, especially when she is hit and extremely vulnerable, she longs for an arm to lean on. Moreover, the person who rescued her was still a talented man in Wuzhong at that time, a famous calligrapher. As fate would have it, Xianglan fell in love with him.

Wang Zhideng, the word Baigu, Baiyu, Boyu, the number of the elders, Qingyangjun, Guangchang Nunnery, etc. Although he has been clothed all his life, he has a literary name, good calligraphy, and has worshiped Wen Zhengming, one of the four talents of Wu County, as a teacher, and entered the "Wu School" and created the "Nanping Society". After the death of Wen Zhengming, Wang Zhiden Zhenhua Houxiu, regrouped, the main word Han for more than 30 years, fruitful works, and calligraphy stickers handed down.

Still, I don't have a good impression of him. In my opinion, no matter how he gestures, he is a failure to her. And his greatest achievement is to win the love of Ma Xianglan I. "Ten thousand flowers have passed, and the leaves do not stick to the body", it seems that the wind is transparent and exquisite, and it seems to be smooth without edges and corners, but if it is separated for decades, Xianglan can't stop and is obsessed with it for a lifetime, this kind of cleverness has become a trick.

At that time, Ma Xianglan also knew that Wang Zhideng already had a wife, and she was willing to be a concubine, but she still wanted to commit herself to him. She regards Wang Lang as a rare person in the world, he is kind to her, and she wants to repay it with her whole body and mind. But he was unwilling, and his rhetoric was very benevolent and righteous, and his righteousness was awe-inspiring: "What is the misfortune of getting rid of people for profit, and what is the one who goes to misfortune?" "Meaning, I saved you from danger, and I didn't want to do anything about it. Wang Zhideng's refusal really made Ma Xianglan feel good, but at the same time, it made the image of the gentleman further rooted in Xianglan's heart. Xianglan is the depth of love, the cut of love, how can she give up easily, she always believes that sincerity, gold and stone are open, one day, her Wang Lang will gladly accept herself.

Later, Wang Zhideng moved his family to Gusu, but he maintained a correspondence with Ma Xianglan, who lived in Jinling, for 30 years.

In the past 30 years, she has been "the self-king, not the same as Qionghu, wine is a sorrowful thing, how many hours can it be consumed?" "I've seen a portrait of her after middle age, a lonely person, with cloud temples and a red face, but for her spring boudoir dream, she reclined and sat in a smoked cage until Ming every night.

In the past 30 years, they have talked about poetry and painting, wind and moon, world affairs, and human feelings, but they don't talk about marriage.

Thousands of miles away, the breeze blows Landu.

She is an orchid, so she gave him an orchid picture, and every stroke is lovesick and affectionate. She inscribed a poem on the painting: "If you want to pick the relics, the spring water of the Xiangjiang River is deep." Write with infinite meaning, for me to understand the heart of the piano. She wrote to him, every word, with a humility suppressed by deep affection, touching the letterhead in it, which made others feel painful:

Yesterday, I shook hands with my feet and talked about my heart, as for the feeling of gathering in my dreams, and I can't dump it in a row, just rely on the liver and diaphragm. Lying on the pillow for days and days, only you are thinking, and you want to be able to brighten your heart......

It's hot on the way, so take care. I can't see each other before leaving, which is terrifying, and I don't know if I can think about it or not......

Holding and reading the handbook, I can't hate to stick my wings and be on the side of you, which is like a contradiction to my heart, and it is just empty words. The night moon is good, and it is not judged when it will be dumped, which makes people think about it very much......

Wang Zhideng also replied: "Qin Huai was sent on the 27th, the waning moon was in the head of the horse, and Sijun had not left Wuxia yet." Stay overnight in the long alley, smell the sound of rain, and get up endlessly. Seeing the flowers in the rain beside the road, it seemed that Xiang'e had tears on her face...... "He gave her a boudoir inkstone and accompanied her to write and convey affection." Xianglan inscribed on the inkstone: "The product of a hundred grains is born with wonderful quality." Yi Yihui I, long in the Lan room. ”

She is a beautiful orchid by the Qinhuai River, peerless, some people look at it, some people appreciate it, some people admire it, some people are expensive, but she can't be admired by her lover.

However, even if he has the heart of a hundred valleys, he can't let her be a lone orchid.

But she has no complaints. Although time flies, thirty years become a snap of a finger.

In the thirty-second year of Wanli, on Wang Zhideng's 70th birthday, Ma Xianglan decided to rush to Gusu to celebrate her Wang Lang's birthday, and claimed that this trip, even if there were wind and rain, could not stop her. According to legend, when Wang Zhiden was on his birthday, Xianglan raised funds to buy a boat to carry dozens of courtesans, feasted and drank for many months, sang and danced, and there was no one who came before the grand occasion. She reopened her singing voice, for her lover's life, but also for 30 years of infatuation, offstage, Wang Zhideng listened to the old tears. He finally remembered that he had an appointment with Xianglan, "Yu and Ji have a period of Wumen Yanyue, and they have not been paid for thirty years." ”

At that time, for Xianglan, the agreement he said at the beginning had become irrelevant, whether it was true or a momentary obsession.

This birthday celebration is the end of her life, which has spent all her strength and brilliance, and it is her insistence on her 30 years of emotions and a complete confession. Wang Zhideng wrote a letter from Gusu, "Spring is for a period, travel to the east of the clouds, and there is no promise", spring is for a period, spring is for a period, she has been waiting for thirty springs, which is enough to consume the glory of a lifetime. Like an orchid, she spit out the last trace of fragrance and fell lightly into the earth. She has withered, and whatever she turns into a butterfly and flies, whatever past and present lives are, all in vain.

When the king returns to the day, it is the concubine who breaks her intestines. After returning to Jinling, Ma Xianglan was exhausted and passed away soon after, at the age of fifty. The end of her life made her love become love.

"I once loved you silently and hopelessly. I endured both shyness and jealousy. I have loved you so sincerely and so tenderly, and may God give you as faithful as I am. ”

So says Pushkin in his poetry. It's really like Xianglan at that time.

The orchid is rampant, and its fragrance is promoted. Don't pick and admire, Yu Lan is hurt.

Legend has it that when she passed away, the orchid in the courtyard bloomed overnight, exuding a fragrant fragrance, chaste and decisive, like a grand farewell.

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