Wang Zhi surrendered, Xu Hai was defeated and retreated, and the pirates and pirates along the coast of Zhejiang have been basically wiped out under the sweep of officers and soldiers, and now the main battlefield has been transferred to the area of Songjiang Mansion in Nanzhili. In addition, the war in Fujian and Guangdong provinces is also in full swing.

On October 28, the second year of Jiajing, Xu Jin, the governor of Zhejiang, left Ningbo and returned to Hangzhou, the seat of Zhejiang Province, under the escort of his own soldiers and Jinyi guards.

Hangzhou is located in the south of the Yangtze River, the snow period has always been relatively short, but on the first day of the first day of the winter month, a rare snowstorm suddenly hit, just overnight, three feet of snow, the south and north of the Yangtze River are covered in silver.

On the third day of the first month of winter, the heavy snow begins to clear, the thick snow begins to melt, and the ice ridges on the head of Hangzhou City shine with colorful light in the sun, as if ten thousand blades pointing to the sky.

As the saying goes: the victory of the West Lake, the clear lake is not as good as the rain lake, the rain lake is not as good as the moon lake, and the moon lake is not as good as the snow lake. West Lake is the golden lacquer signboard of Hangzhou, to Hangzhou do not visit the West Lake, as if you are in Baoshan empty-handed.

In Xu Jin's previous life, every time he went to Hangzhou, he must visit the West Lake, and the poet has a cloud: after all, the West Lake is in June, and the scenery is not the same as the four seasons. In every season of the year, every month, and even at different times of the day, the scenery of West Lake is also different, making people never get tired of seeing it. As the poet Su Dongpo said: If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always appropriate to talk about thick makeup. No matter how beautiful things are embellished, what is shown is beautiful, and beauties will not look ugly no matter how they dress up.

After traveling through more than 500 years of time and space, Xu Jin naturally will not let go of such an excellent opportunity to enjoy the snow scenery of West Lake, he has been busy with the war before, and has no time to take care of it, and finally has time to "indulge" at this time.

On the morning of the third day of the first day of the winter month, Xu Jin took Wang Cuiqiao and the two pretty maids in early spring and early summer, took two carriages, and went to the edge of the West Lake with great interest.

The West Lake is just a few miles southwest of Hangzhou, and the horse-drawn carriage travels for just ten minutes to reach the famous Baisha Causeway. More than 500 years ago, the white sand embankment and the current white embankment are completely different, it is an out-and-out earthen embankment, about one kilometer long, the road is paved with a thick layer of fine sand, walking on it is quite clean, the two sides of the embankment are planted with peach trees and willow trees, but now the trees are covered with ice and snow, it is the Yushu Qiongbud thousands of piles of snow, beautiful.

Taking a carriage on the Baisha embankment is undoubtedly a big sight, and it is easy to attract people's eyes, so Xu Jin and others got out of the carriage and walked up the embankment. The pleasure of the girls is obviously very high, the pair of pretty maids in early spring and early summer are dressed thickly, and the two moving faces are like a mold, and the skin is even more deceitful against the background of the fluffy snow feather shawl, which makes people can't help but want to come forward and bite them.

Wang Cuiqiao wore a goose lake green skirt today, covered with a black mink coat, and wore a white fence on her head, covering her beautiful face, despite this, her slender figure and dusty temperament still attracted many passers-by to stop and peep.

Although the weather is cold at present, it coincides with the first sunny day after the snow, and there are many tourists who go out of the city to enjoy the snow scenery of the West Lake, and go to the lonely mountain to walk in the snow to find plum blossoms, most of them are vassal and elegant literati and ink writers, or local gentry who have money and leisure.

Just the two stunning maids in early spring and early summer are eye-catching, coupled with the graceful Wang Cuiqiao, Xu Jin and his party themselves became the focus, and only after walking out of more than ten meters, there were several blind scholars who tried to talk closer, but they were all driven away by the brocade guards in plain clothes, so that the tourists around understood that Xu Jin and his party were not small, but no one dared to rush forward to disturb them.

Xu Jin and the girls enjoyed the snowy scenery of the West Lake on both sides of the white causeway, and walked for a while talking and laughing, and saw a stone bridge across the lake in the distance.

At the beginning of the heavy snowfall, the sunlight has melted some of the ice and snow in the middle of the slate bridge, revealing the mottled bridge deck and railings, but the two ends of the slate bridge are still covered by snow, and the vaguely recognizable bridge body looms, and the snow in the culvert is shining, forming a strong contrast with the gray-brown of the bridge deck.

Xu Jin couldn't help but move in his heart, this should be the famous broken bridge, sure enough, everyone took a closer look, only to see a marble tablet erected at the head of the bridge, with four ancient characters of "broken bridge and remnant snow" written on it.

In early summer, the little hoof immediately said in surprise: "Master, this is the broken bridge, the place where the White Lady and Xu Xian meet." ”

Wang Cuiqiao couldn't help but lift the light veil of the fence at this time, revealing the beautiful face of the city, looking at the stone tablet with beautiful eyes full of aura, and glancing at Xu Jin again.

Xu Jin couldn't help but sweat darkly, "The Legend of the White Snake" came from the end of the Ming Dynasty, prevailed in the early Qing Dynasty, this classic folk love story twists and turns, among them, the winding bridge section of the Peng boat borrowed an umbrella, the broken bridge meets, the water floods the golden mountain, the ** tower, etc., the plot is romantic and poignant, I don't know how many boudoir women have been moved, and at the same time, it has also made the West Lake Broken Bridge famous.

And not long ago, Governor Xu became a copyist again, and moved "The Legend of the White Snake" out in advance to tell the girls, who were fascinated and moved, and Wang Cuiqiao also carefully sorted out and transcribed it.

At this time, I only heard Wang Cuiqiao lightly chant on his lips: "Outside the Wanghu Pavilion, there is a half-green mountain, and it is cold to repair the beams across the water." When the grass is green next to the accompanying traces, the crane is shocked and the jade pecks dry. ”

This poem is called "Broken Bridge and Remnant Snow", from the hand of a poet named Wang Weiren in the Southern Song Dynasty, this guy's fame is just average, and the level of writing poetry is also average, but this guy knows how to "rub the heat", and wrote a total of ten poems about the West Lake, called the Ten Views of the West Lake, so he left the name of the West Lake for future generations. In addition to "Broken Bridge and Remnant Snow", he also wrote "Spring Dawn on the Su Causeway", "Three Pools and the Moon", "Wind and Lotus in the Quyuan", "Autumn Moon on the Peaceful Lake", "Nanping Evening Bell", "Oriole in the Willow Waves", "Two Peaks in the Clouds", "Sunset on Leifeng", and "Watching Fishing in the Flower Port".

At this time, after Wang Cuiqiao finished chanting Wang Wei's "Broken Bridge and Remnant Snow", she looked at Xu Jin with beautiful eyes, Xu Jin couldn't help but secretly complain, coming, the female Wenqing was sure to let herself write poems and lyrics.

Sure enough, Wang Cuiqiao smiled lightly: "Originally, I only thought that Lord Xu's poetry was unparalleled, and the ability to write a script was also quite good, but now that we are on the broken bridge, Lord Xu might as well write a poem to add color to the meeting between Xu Xian and the White Lady on the broken bridge?" ”

"Yes, yes!" The eyes of the two pretty maids in early spring and early summer lit up, lest the world applaud in a disorderly manner.

Governor Xu couldn't help but grow his head, but under the gaze of the third daughter, how could he fall into the unparalleled prestige of his poetry, but he couldn't find a masterpiece that matched the situation, and suddenly had an idea, and smiled: "I'm tired of writing poems, how about composing a song?" ”

Wang Cuiqiao really said happily: "Better! ”

In the early spring and early summer, the two pretty maids have no opinion, whether it is poetry or songs, as long as it is written by the master, they all like it very much.

So, Master Xu cleared his throat and sang: "The butterfly with folded wings and dead leaves that can't find the flower will never be able to see the withering." The eaves of the small bridge under the moonlight in the south of the Yangtze River can't be read, and the wilderness of the north is ......

Has it ever snowed on the broken bridge? I looked at the lake, the cold moon was like snow, and my fingertips dissolved lightly.

Has it ever snowed on the broken bridge? I think of your face again. If you don't have a chance to see you again, the white causeway willow curtain will cry several times! ”

The lyrics of Xu Song's "Broken Bridge and Remnant Snow" are poignant and moving, and the melody has a touch of sadness, creating a beautiful picture.

After singing a song, Governor Xu couldn't help but feel a little fluttering under the beautiful eyes of the king's family and the eyes of two pretty maids full of little stars, but when he found that there were a lot of tourists around, and many young girls were also secretly sent by the autumn waves, he couldn't help sweating, and hurriedly crossed the broken bridge with the three girls as if they were fleeing, and continued to go to the lonely mountain to explore the plum.