Southern Song Dynasty Gaozong Shaoxing twenty-five years. This year is still a relatively quiet year for the people living in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fujian and Jiangxi. The war in the early years of Nandu has gradually sunk in the memory, and the only annoying thing is the land rent, national endowment, flood, drought and insect disaster, but these are soft knives after all, and they don't feel pain when they get used to it. I heard that the Jin people in Huaibei have also become less and less energetic over the years. In the vast rivers and lakes, north and south, there are more people who seek profit and fame for a while, and there are fewer people who are generous in sad songs. Everyone is scrambling to take care of their own limited life, a small life, but no one pays attention to any plans to serve the country.

That's right, this is a troubled time, and the coming day will be a big disaster - what if the Jin people cross the river? How was the civil strife in the imperial court? How is the suspicion of the gentleman getting deeper? How about being endowed with a straight desire to break the house? How about the chaos of the people? …… No one can grasp an outcome. But it is precisely for this reason that people must grasp this fleeting bustling prosperity, just like Zhu Yan's singing and dancing in the building outside the building, peerless elegance and shocking eyes, everyone knows that it is just a scene, and no one can stop the water. But for that song, I don't know how many young people in green, dignitaries, monks, Confucian celebrities, and mountain masters did not hesitate to bid for thousands of dollars, and sat on the top of the building, asking for just the pleasure of seeing it - no one will calculate, for this fast, how much time has been broken, and the ambition has been consumed.

It was a time of false peace, a gap between turmoil. Only the imperial court is still decorating the grand scene of national peace and security, and dreaming of the rectification of the Quartet. In fact, how can Longtou Mo be obedient to the people? I don't believe it、—— even if they are village children and old people, they love to listen to the story of a famous man in pink, but they don't know that those depression and frustration and pride and gratitude are often happening around them......

On this day, in a realm of Jiangsu, above the Wujiang River, a small Wupeng is drifting down. The Wujiang River originally belonged to the tributaries of Taihu Lake, and the water was clear and the waves were slow, but it has been trampled by iron hooves many times over the years, and the river has been red several times. Looking from the boat, the fertile fields on both sides of the river, many grasses grow and decay, the houses are sparse, and the rain is obscure. The people on the boat sighed and said, "The seedlings of the country are separated, and the seedlings of the seedlings are gone" - this sentence comes from the "Book of Songs", which means to mourn the decline of the country. The man on the ship looked like a scholar, with a large figure and simple clothes, and although he was dressed as a scribe, he did not have the air of carving insects. The boat went down along the south bank, and there were few people on the road along the way, just because of the recent news rumors: it is said that the Jin soldiers are going south, and they will arrive soon, so there is no business travel along the way. The man on the boat couldn't help but sigh - such rumors, I don't know how many times a year will circulate, it is really a cup of bows and snakes, and the grass and trees are all soldiers. The reason for this time is that recently, the Jin envoy Boyan sent an envoy to Lin'an to urge confessions - at that time, the Southern Song Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty were about the country of uncles and nephews, and a large number of offerings were offered to the Jin State every year.

The guest looked to the north shore, but saw that in the distance the man and the rider were still walking slowly on the field—far away, and across the trees, the path along the opposite shore disappeared from time to time, and the man and the man rode on the boat, sometimes visible, sometimes invisible. When he could see it, he was only a blur, and he couldn't distinguish his shoulders and his head and face, but he felt that the man and the mount seemed to have dissolved into one. What is quite strange is that the animal, like a horse and not like a horse, but unusually high, these days it has been raining for days, the field path is muddy and unusually muddy, and people are slippery when walking, but they have never seen the animal swoop and alarm the passengers above. The boat traveled for a long time, and the guests on the boat looked at the person and the rider from such a distance, only to feel that they looked like a light ink color, and in the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, there was an indescribable strangeness and loneliness.

At the stern of the boat was a captain, standing barefoot and barefoot on such a cold day, staring blankly at the river, indescribably bitter cold. Approaching the Wujiang Long Bridge, the captain asked, "Guest, take a break?" ”

The guest nodded, and the captain stopped and scooped water to the heart of the river, paddled to the shore, washed rice to make a fire, and began to cook. The pine wood was very wet, and the smoke was running straight down, choking the man who kept crying. After a while, he stopped the stove, took out a small jar, took out a few pieces of salted fish, and prepared to fry them for the guests.

This long bridge is a place that business travel must pass through, and it is also a famous place, but because of the war for many years, now, there are only three or five tile houses left, more than ten earth walls, and the cold door is twilight, and it makes people sad to see. The scribe asked a woman who was washing rice by the river, "Aren't there any guests passing by on this day?" ”

The woman flipped through the rice, looked at him, shook her head and said, "From yesterday to now, there is only a group of northern envoys, and there are soldiers from the imperial court to escort them, and they plan to eat and rest before leaving." I thought it was small, so I went to the opposite village Qilipu. ”

The scribe looked to the other side, and there was a small village more than two miles away, and the smoke was rising, and it was far away, because it was a flat area, so it could still be seen. But the woman sighed, and then said, "Who will dare to entertain you if you stay here?" Last time, the families in Zhaojiaqiao didn't know what was wrong with offending the interpreter, and he dragged the Jin people to hang and kill the old and young of that family, who dared to care? To live in this world is really a sin! ”

The scribe could not help but be silent, and looked back at the long bridge, which was made of stone, and the railings were somewhat broken, but the piers of the boat moorings were vertical and horizontal, and the ink was dripping, and the inscriptions were vaguely full of words. Reading from the beginning, it is a song "Water Tune Song Head":

On the Taihu Lake in his life, how many short times have passed, what is the weight of today? There are more worries than water clouds. It is planned to exchange the long sword in the box for a leaf of the flat boat and return to the old fisherman. Silver Ai is not my business, and the hills and ravines have been ruined. New perch, pour wine, and sing a sad song: Taiping grows, how can it be said that today's knowledge is dry! I want to pour out the snow waves of the three rivers, wash the dust for thousands of miles, and do nothing to save the sky. Looking back at Xiaohan, tears fell into clear waves.

There is no genus name at the end of the word, so it is an anonymous work. After reading it, the scribe couldn't help but have a kind of sadness from the bottom of his heart, thinking of the current situation, as if he also had something to say in his heart, and was about to meditate, when he suddenly heard the captain exclaim: "Guest, listen! I listened to it, but there was a faint noise in the small village of Qilipu opposite, although it was far away, it still gradually came. At first, he scolded angrily, gradually, there was a sound of decay, and then there was a vague voice of "help, help" - I think it was the cry of the villagers being bullied by the golden envoy, and there was a faint rough laughter in the ears, like the applause of the golden envoy, and like the flattery of the Song soldiers. The captain suddenly said "Huh", only to see the person who could be seen in the distance along the way, riding slowly at this time, and was slowly walking towards the village. The old man was kind, and he hurriedly shouted at the top of his voice: "Hey-", but he didn't dare to raise his voice too loudly, for fear of alarming the Jin people on the other side. It was too far away, the man thought he couldn't hear it, and the two people on the boat were in a hurry, and they were waiting to shout again in unison, when they suddenly saw the red light of the opposite village in their eyes, mixed with black smoke billowing out, and it was actually on fire! The fire was already raging in an instant, and on such a damp day, someone must have deliberately put it. Everyone was stunned, and the long-bodied scribe slapped the side of the ship with his palm, so angry that he couldn't speak. After a while, he saw that the man on the other side of the bank did not stop, but suddenly accelerated, like a canopy, far better than ordinary horses, and ran straight towards the small village, and in the blink of an eye he was not in the fire, and it was difficult to see him. The two people on the boat said "ah", I don't know what the man is going to do, isn't this another life? Waiting for his cries for help with compassion. ——The screams in the opposite village have long stopped, and it will not take a while to think about it, and the people of a village are dead, and those who have fled are gone. There was only a faint laughter in his ears, listening to the cruelty and shame, so that the two people on the boat forgot where they were, who was Jiaguo! The faint laughter was suddenly interrupted, and then turned into an angry scream, and then not a scream, but a continuous cry of pain, mixed with the curses of the Jin people, and the help of the escort Song soldiers. From a distance, the two of them saw that there seemed to be something flashing in the firelight on the opposite side, flying east and west, thunder rushing to lightning, and every time they stopped, a miserable cry came, sharp and poignant, far louder and more piercing than the sound they had just laughed at just now. A peaceful village seemed to have turned into a battlefield in the side court, and the captain trembled, and the scribe was also shocked in his heart, muttering: "Sword qi? Sword Qi is rampant! This is clearly the right person to see the uneven road, and pull the sword to kill the thief. The voices were only struggling in the firelight, and they didn't even see a single figure escape from the village. After a long time, after the last particularly long howl, except for the dim light of the fire on the opposite side and the hissing of the river around him, there was no sound for ten miles. I think the birds were also stunned, the trees and grass, and there was no vibration of a feather or the song of an insect. The two people on the boat listened attentively, and for a long time, they only heard a slight "kicking and clicking" sound, but it was the animal that turned out of the village, gradually moving away, and slowly turning into a cloud of ink that could not be seen clearly.

After staying for a long time, the guest said in a hoarse voice: "Happy!" Looking back at the bridge, the poem is still fresh and hearty. I read it again, only to feel that a round of ice moon smashed down on my head, and it was cold to the bone; When I read it again, I suddenly felt a lot of blood rushing to my face, and I was indignant. The guest muttered, "That's it, that's it, the scholar misunderstood me!" The scholar misunderstood me! "The captain was only afraid of delays and troubles, and he didn't wait for the meal to be cooked, so he untied the cable and went east. Only the guest sang a sad song of "Water Tune" three times, and he was generous.

I didn't think that the pedestrians on the shore recognized him as a famous man in Zhenjiang Shen Fang's word pride, and when he stayed that night, he heard that Qilipu burned and killed, and he was selfish, and spread the falsehood, and the next day the news spread out, and actually said that on a certain day in a certain month, Shen Fang rode alone alone, and his green shirt was splashed with blood, and he intercepted and killed more than 20 people in Qilipu on the north bank of the Wujiang Long Bridge, a thousand commanders, and escorted a number of Song soldiers, distributed broken swords, bald pen inscriptions, and went on boats. After a while, the rumors spread to the Beijing Division, and the Son of Heaven Gaozong read the words silently, without saying a word, and passed the words to the prime minister. Prime Minister Qin also immediately dispatched Ti Qi to secretly pay a strict visit. All of a sudden, a song "Water Tune" sang about the north and south of the river!