Red plum buds on the banks of the Qiantang River.

When the wax moon welcomes spring, it has begun to get warmer, but there is also cold in the wind. The red veil pasted on the green window and the red plum planted all over the garden are quite compatible, which makes the viewer add poetry.

Zhu Rou stayed at home in Qiantang since she was a child, and in her spare time she was accompanied by Hanmei Wanyue, either to pick up a pen to paint, or to practice calligraphy and poetry. The fragrance of books and ink on the side of the makeup mirror table is nothing more than to spend time in the boudoir with the lights and candles.

Ben was sewing clothes under the lamp, and the unclosed Akane screen was blown open by the wind, and she looked outside at the plum shadow. If you can melt the mountains and rivers of Qiantang into a long scroll, you may be able to arouse the heart of his family. Rou Ze has worked hard in painting since he was a child, and under the guidance of his mother-in-law, Mrs. Chai, he can paint one or two. After sewing clothes, she picked up the pen, but she didn't put down the pen, but recalled the past between husband and wife.

She has been married to Shen Yongji for many years. The husband is born in the country, and he has placed his affection on the world, and he has not returned for a long time.

Rou remembered that when she was newly married, she knew each other with the piano, he burned incense and stroked the piano, and she laid paper to paint, knowing each other with love and righteousness. The piano is harmonious, and the couple is deeply affectionate. Year after year, she thought that such days would last long, but her husband had great ambitions in his heart and often traveled far and wide. She wanted to travel with him, but being away with a weak woman would only add a lot of trouble to him, so she could only wait for him at home every day.

When the days are long, you can't always be bored at home every day with needlework, or poetry and painting.

"The deep boudoir is quiet during the day, and the incense hangs down. The illness is as light as the autumn of the river. ”

She was frail and sickly, and had no children under her knees, and when her husband was not around, she could only be with the women in the house. There are many housework, and she has always been weak, so she has little time to rest.

Mother-in-law Chai Jingyi is good at writing plum bamboo, and her pen is beautiful, and their wife and aunt are literary pastimes in their spare time. It happened that Mrs. Gu Yurui, the mother of Qian Zhaoxiu's poetry in Hangzhou, summoned a woman to form a banana garden poetry club. Rou Ze and her mother-in-law and aunt are all among them, and they are known as the five sons of Jiaoyuan together with Xu Can, Lin Yining, and Qian Fenglun.

The women's association sings harmony, which is intended to appreciate the wind of the plum moon and add to the mood of the dressing table. She and the women in the poetry club are all deep boudoirs, playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and writing elegantly into poetry. Banana Garden does not rely on the fragrance of fat powder but the fragrance of books and ink to move the world, talented women are good at poetry and painting, how elegant and beautiful, and open the atmosphere of the poetry club.

The red plums in the deep garden are still the same, and they bloom even better than in previous years in spring.

Rou Zegang painted with affection, but when outlining the outline of plum blossoms, she involuntarily pushed the window to look at the plum branches in the courtyard. The snow-covered red plum has not changed, but others are no longer at home.

Once upon a time, Rou Ze and her husband Shen Yongji and Shimei went down, serving gambling books and pouring tea. Wait for the plum shoots on the moon, and get drunk and help you return.

He is quite talented and blurts out. Rou Ze likes to listen to him reciting poetry in Siyinxuan, and there is always endless fun watching the young poet be in high spirits. Most of her poems are written in Si Yin Xuan, expressing the friendship in her heart.

It's a pity that they didn't wait for the day when he could show off his talents.

Shen Yongji was proud of the spring breeze when he was a teenager, and he co-engraved "Jinghua Collection" with his younger brother, but the officialdom was frustrated, and he only did it as a prisoner. The man had no official and no title, and he was so angry that he went to Beijing to find his way. She has never been to Beijing, but she can get a glimpse of the prosperous fireworks in Suzhou and Hangzhou. The princes and ministers in Beijing are even more innumerable, maybe he can win a good future.

Soon it was written in the family letter that he had become a friend of the owner of the red orchid, and quoted his golden sentence in the letter: "Xiling Shengyun will be rain, and the east wind will not fly flowers." The owner of this red orchid is none other than Wang Yuerui of Shenjun, if he can be appreciated, it will be a good thing. Even if there are letters and correspondence thousands of miles away, she is willing to wait, wishing her husband all the best.

It's a pity that the brocade books come and go, and the return date is delayed again and again. I just hate her for waiting, and a piece of letterhead can't bring back the Lang Jun who is committed to the government and the opposition.

The two places are lovesick, not as good as staying together. Rou Ze looked at the moon at night, looked forward to the brocade book early, and looked forward to his early return.

During the Chinese New Year, only the female dependents in the family kept the New Year together. Shen Yongji has no news, he should be busy in Beijing and has no time to write letters.

She waited for a long, long time, the snow melted, and the spring blossom was revealed. The thoughts in my heart are constant, and the plum blossoms are in full bloom. Flowers bloom in the spring season.

Rou Ze suddenly thought that it was early spring at this time, why not take Spring Mountain to travel together?

She and Shen Yongji have been husband and wife for many years, and he once promised her to be with her until the snow was full. Since ancient times, talented people have loved beautiful women, and soon he took concubines.

Since marrying into the Shen family, she has been taught by her mother-in-law, who is elegant and generous, and Rou has learned a lot from her. Managing housework, dreaming of sleeping at night is one, wives and concubines are harmonious, and house cleaning is two. Her person is more supple as her name, and even if she is lost in her heart, she can still be merciful without jealousy.

Shen Yongji's concubine's name is Gu Chunshan, this name is extremely beautiful, Gu Wangchunshan, Chunshan can be interpreted as eyebrows, which seems to be expected to be the husband's love for eyebrows. The woman has distant mountain eyebrows, but moon eyebrows, and Gu Chunshan's eyebrows are naturally also very beautiful. She is delicate and lovely, and even women such as Rou Ze admire her face.

She is also talented, and Rou Ze asked Chunshan to go to Hezhu to watch plum blossoms. Gu Chunshan's red makeup is just like a bright spring scene, she was envious, so she asked: "In the phase period, Hezhu plays with Chunhua, and the windward road is not credited." There are 300 plum trees outside the building, and the beauty will not bloom until it is not." The plum blossoms seem to bloom because of the spring mountain, just to look up at the jade face.

Rou Ze passed away, but he didn't hate or jealous, but smiled happily. It is best for a daughter to be able to dress up brightly and movingly at the best age.

Unexpectedly, she unintentionally inserted willows and willows, and her few strokes actually made Chunshan's value increase tenfold. In fact, it was just a whisper between the daughters of the boudoir, and she had no intention of reciting it in the market.

This spring outing strengthened her determination to paint the landscape of her hometown.

She unfolded the red plum painted half a month ago, but in fact, it was only a description, and it stopped at the time of seeing the people of Meisi.

At this time, in the middle of spring, if you paint red plums again, it will be out of season. In addition to working on housework, Rou Ze is thinking about what to draw on the long scroll in her hometown.

This hard waiting, is the years of watching, condensed in the pen, she wants to collect the Qiantang landscape in the painting. If he could see it, he might be able to go home and be with her.

Shen Yongji has not sent a letter for more than a month, Rou Ze can't wait, her husband is in the distant capital, I don't know if there is a shortage of clothes that fit, whether he has eaten well. The more she was minnified, the more worried she became. When the man was careless, he didn't even care about eating and sleeping, and blindly went to poetry and books.

When she walked into the small courtyard and was busy with family affairs, she didn't care that the peach blossoms were scorching outside, and the smoke and willows were curling. The home is in the mountains and rivers, and the scenery is quite beautiful.

The peach is dying, scorching its flower, and the son is home, and it is suitable for his room.

She thought that when she married into the Shen family for the bride, Shen Yongji allowed her to be harmonious and affectionate.

Therefore, the terroir in the painting township, the green mountains and clear waters are home, and the peach blossoms and weak willows are thoughts. So he tearfully inscribed the poem: "Under the willows, the wood door is next to the water kuma, the peach tree is blooming again, and the husband and wife have no return, and the painter sent it from far away." ”

Rou Zetuo brought the "Hometown Landscape Map" to Beijing and gave it to her long-lost husband Shen Yongji.

The rain sprinkled the window screen wet, and the paper left tears on the paper. The old traces were blurred by tears, and the stains were faintly visible.

Shen Yongji saw the traces on it, was moved, and immediately returned to Qiantang, so it became a beautiful talk.

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In the sixty-first year of Kangxi, when the Qiantang River welcomed spring, it had begun to get warmer, but there was also cold in the wind. The silk yarn pasted on the green window matches the flowers planted all over the garden, which makes the viewer feel more poetic.

Her makeup is separated by her old poems and paintings, as well as some family letters.

Zhu Rou is already an old man with lingering sickbed, but she still loves poetry and painting, even if she is too weak to go to the ground, she has to take it for a closer look.

Her husband traveled and left her and other women at home, and for several years, she had become accustomed to looking out the window and looking forward to her husband's return.

The rain sprinkled the window screen wet, and the paper left tears on the paper. Scenes from decades ago are slowly coming to mind.

Zhu Rou stayed at home in Qiantang since she was a child, and in her spare time she was accompanied by Hanmei Wanyue, either to pick up a pen to paint, or to practice calligraphy and poetry. The fragrance of books and ink on the side of the makeup mirror table is nothing more than to spend time in the boudoir with the lights and candles.

Soon it was time to leave the cabinet. Husband Shen Yongji is a famous man in Qiantang, he was proud of the spring breeze when he was young, and he engraved the "Jinghua Collection" with his brother, so he is quite famous.

Rou remembered that when he was newly married, he promised her to be with her until the snow was full. She still can't forget his expression, he is a genius, but when he says these words, he is clumsy, and several times he is silent because he can't find good words. But her eyes were hazy by his sincerity.

He is quite talented and blurts out. Rou Ze likes to listen to him reciting poetry in Siyinxuan, and there is always endless fun watching the young poet be in high spirits. Most of her poems are written in Si Yin Xuan, expressing the friendship in her heart. Once upon a time, Rou Ze and her husband Shen Yongji and Shimei went down, serving gambling books and pouring tea. Wait until the plum shoots on the moon, drunk and help back. Painting and piano know each other, he burns incense and caresses the piano, she lays paper to paint, and she knows each other with love and righteousness. The piano is harmonious, and the couple is deeply affectionate.

Year after year, she thought it would be long.

The unclosed Akane screen window was blown open by the wind, and Rou Ze suddenly thought that it was early spring at this time, why not take Spring Mountain to travel together? It's a pity that Chunshan is no longer in the Shen family, the family can walk and scatter, and she and Shen Yongji are also old people who are about to die. The light is fleeting, and the more I think about the past, the more endless sighs I have.

Since ancient times, talented people love beautiful women, and soon after marriage, Shen Yongji took concubines.

Since marrying into the Shen family, she has been taught by her mother-in-law, who is elegant and tolerant, and Rou has learned a lot from her. Managing housework, dreaming of sleeping at night is one, wives and concubines are harmonious, and house cleaning is two. Her person is more supple as her name, and even if she is lost in her heart, she can still be merciful without jealousy.

Shen Yongji's concubine's name is Gu Chunshan, this name is extremely beautiful, Gu Wangchunshan, Chunshan can be interpreted as eyebrows, which seems to be expected to be the husband's love for eyebrows. The woman has distant mountain eyebrows, but moon eyebrows, and Gu Chunshan's eyebrows are naturally also very beautiful. She is delicate and lovely, and even women such as Rou Ze admire her face.

The red plum blossoms are clustered in the wax moon, and the soft ones will go to the river to watch the plum blossoms in the spring mountain. The plum blossoms seem to bloom because of the spring mountain, just to look up at her jade face. Her red makeup is just like a bright spring scene, and people are more dazzling than flowers. Rou Ze was envious, so he asked: "In the phase period, Hezhu plays Chunhua, and the windward road is not credited." There are 300 plum trees outside the building, and the beauty will not bloom until it is not."

Rou Ze was disappointed in her heart, but she didn't hate or be jealous, but smiled happily. It is best for a daughter to be able to dress up brightly and movingly at the best age. Unexpectedly, she unintentionally inserted willows and willows, and her few strokes actually made Chunshan's value increase tenfold. In fact, it was just a whisper between the daughters of the boudoir, and she had no intention of reciting it in the market.

She only hopes that Shen Yongji can accompany her more, and the love of husband and wife is complete.

Rou Ze recalled those years countless times, from the affectionate childhood sweetheart, to his concubine, to his travels and never returned. She spent all her time waiting, either a thousand miles of lovesickness, or a Hongyan Tuojin book.

At this time, the scenery of early spring, I don't know where he is?

The husband is born in the country, and he is attached to the world, and there will often be times when he has not returned for a long time. Shen Yongji was once very famous, but the officialdom was frustrated, and he only became a prisoner. The man has no official and no title, and he wastes his talent, so he has a lot of resentment in his heart. In a fit of rage, he went to Jingshi to find his way. As she parted, she tearfully stared at his fading back, silently wishing him to be on the court.

She wanted to travel with him, but being away with a weak woman would only add a lot of trouble to him, so she could only wait for him at home every day.

In the waiting day and night, Rou Ze or female celebrities take care of housework, or poetry and painting to dispel loneliness. Rou Ze has worked hard in painting since he was a child, and under the guidance of his mother-in-law, Mrs. Chai, he can paint one or two.

But when the days are long, you can't always be bored at home every day with needlework, or poetry and painting.

She was frail and sickly, and had no children under her knees, and when her husband was not around, she could only be with the women in the house. There are many housework, and she has always been weak, so she has little time to rest.

Mother-in-law Chai Jingyi is good at writing plum bamboo, and her pen is beautiful, and their wife and aunt are literary pastimes in their spare time.

It happened that Mrs. Gu Yurui, the mother of Qian Zhaoxiu's poetry in Hangzhou, summoned a woman to form a banana garden poetry club. Rou Ze and her mother-in-law and aunt are all among them, and they are known as the five sons of Jiaoyuan together with Xu Can, Lin Yining, and Qian Fenglun.

The women's association sings harmony, which is intended to appreciate the wind of the plum moon and add to the mood of the dressing table. Banana Garden does not rely on the fragrance of fat powder but the fragrance of books and ink to move the world, talented women are good at poetry and painting, how elegant and beautiful, and open the atmosphere of the poetry club.

Although she regained her vitality in the days of the Poetry Society, after all, it was short-lived, and she couldn't relieve her feelings for Shen Yongji.

From the accompaniment to the separation of the two places, Wu Yue, the acacia of Rou Ze is all sent to a brocade book.

Later, he traveled to Beijing, and soon the family letter said that he became a friend of the owner of Honglan, and quoted his golden sentence in the letter: "Xiling Shengyun will be rain, and the east wind is powerless and does not fly flowers." Rou read the letter again and again, both relieved and lovesick.

At that time, Rou Ze only looked at the mountains and rivers, and described the meteorology of Beijing in his heart. She has never been to Beijing, but she can get a glimpse of the prosperous fireworks in Suzhou and Hangzhou. The princes and ministers in Beijing are even more innumerable, maybe he can win a good future. It's a pity that she didn't wait for the day when he could show his talents.

And the owner of this red orchid is Wang Yuerui of Shenjun, if he can be appreciated, it will be a good thing. Even if there are letters and correspondence thousands of miles away, she is willing to wait, wishing her husband all the best.

It's a pity that the brocade books come and go, and the return date is delayed again and again. I just hate her for waiting, and a piece of letterhead can't bring back the Lang Jun who is committed to the government and the opposition.

She didn't expect that after the letter to her family, there would be no more news. On Chinese New Year's Eve that year, only the female dependents in the family kept the New Year together in the cold.

Her hard waiting, is the years of watching, condensed in the pen, she wants to collect the Qiantang landscape in the painting. If he could see it, he might be able to go home and be with her.

Therefore, the terroir in the painting township, the green mountains and clear waters are home, and the peach blossoms and weak willows are thoughts. So he tearfully inscribed the poem: "Under the willows, the wood door is next to the water kuma, the peach tree is blooming again, and the husband and wife have no return, and the painter sent it from far away." ”

Rou Zetuo brought "Hometown Landscape Map" to Jingshi, and gave it to her long-lost husband Shen Yongji, and finally looked forward to him.

Gather less and leave more, who knows the rippling waves in her eyes.

Now he is gone again, only Qiantang is with him, but she is terminally ill, and she doesn't know who will take care of him in the future. She just wanted to hear him call "Shuncheng" again, but before she could wait, she also hoped that he would spend the long road of life safely.

Rou Ze stared at these old traces, blurred by tears, and faintly saw stains.

She spent most of her years in lovesickness, like a long dream. Only the Qiantang landscape and the old traces of the Xiangjiang River can know her thoughts.

Everyone knows that the grievances are far away, who understands the lovesickness?

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