[1] "Duyi. One of them, Xue Susu. poem

Taste the wine under the flowers, and cover the bamboos with greenery;

Watching the gulls alone, leisurely and without right and wrong.

Since Liu Bai lost her husband, she has been depressed and often drinks alone to relieve her worries. Liu Hao didn't want his mother to drink alone in the house, so he took his mother to the flowers and accompanied her to watch the beautiful scenery and drink.

Tasting the aroma of flowers and wine, the mother and daughter enjoyed a leisurely and tranquil life.

[2] "Duyi. Second, Xue Susu. poem

Good birds sing high trees, and the sun goes down the distant mountains;

There are no guests in front of the door, and they are self-conscious.

Liu Hao also brewed syrup for dew, and after drinking, dozens of kinds of flower dew were held in white porcelain cups. Don't say taste it with your mouth, just the floating of the five colors and the overflow of the strange fragrance are enough to quench people's thirst.

[3] "The Wet Moon" Li He. word

Mother loves to admire the moon.

The moonlight is like water, and she is the most loved by her mother. When my mother was enjoying the cool weather, she recited the poems of the Tang Dynasty Yongyue, Liuying, and Fan. In order to appreciate the beauty of the moonlight, she often moved several beds for her mother as the moon rose. When she returned to the room in the middle of the night, she still had to push open the large window and let the moonlight linger between the pillows.

When the moon went west, she rolled up the beaded curtain again and let her mother lean against the window and look out.

She also often recited Li He's "Moon Wet Chapter" for her mother:

The moon is wet, and the waves are smoky;

Shaqing osmanthus flowers, hibiscus other river trees;

The powder is cold, and the goose feathers are wet and smoky;

Who can watch Shi Fan? Boat Mirror Entry;

Autumn white and bright red death, water fragrant lotus seeds;

Bang Ling separated the song sleeves, green thorns and silver mud.

[罥juàn hanging]

[4] "Su Curtain Cover. Burning Agarwood-Shang Run" Zhou Bangyan. word

Most modern girls make good use of perfume, and in ancient times, there was something that had the same effect as perfume, that is, incense. Liu Haohao's mother cherished the "daughter incense" that Dongguan people regarded as a masterpiece, and Liu Haohao also made hundreds of incense pills with Western incense recipes obtained from the inner house.

Burn the incense and kill the heat.

Birds and birds call for sunshine, invading the eaves of the eaves.

The early sun on the leaves is dry and rainy.

The water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts it one by one.

[溽rùsultry]

Whenever the hot and humid summer comes, the willow hangs well, lights two or three red candles, burns agarwood in several furnaces, and looks at it quietly, as if entering the depths of the fragrance of the pearls.

At dawn, the birds chirped in the eaves, urging her to get up.

At this time, the sun is rising, the warm sun has dried the raindrops on the lotus leaves, and the lotus leaves in the pond are fresh and round, facing the morning breeze, and stretching out of the water one by one.

[5] "Su Curtain Cover. Burning Agarwood-Xia Rong Zhou Bangyan. word

Hometown is far away, when to go.

He lives in Wumen and has been a Chang'an brigade for a long time.

May fisherman remembers each other.

Xiao Ji light boat, dreaming of Furong Pu.

[Replace "Wumen" with "Yuzhang"; "Chang'an" was changed to "Yizhou"; 楫jí rowing equipment]

In the hazy sleep, Liu Hao seemed to have returned to his long-lost hometown - it was May, and Liu Hao rowed a flat boat and wandered in the Furong Pool......

[6] "Love in a Small Village" Zhuang Nu. Words: Sushiki Sushi. Qu Teresa Teng. song

[Song] "The crooked river, the green hills, nestled in the small villages. The blue sky, the fragrance of flowers, how can people not make people yearn for you. Yes! Ask your hometown, ask if it's okay to come to your hometown, I often miss you. I will, I will, come back to you, come back to you. Beautiful villages, beautiful scenery, you often come to my dreams. ”

Liu Hao said to himself: "In my dream, I returned to my unforgettable hometown, the crooked river, the fragrance of flowers, make me yearn for it, make me unforgettable." ”

[Song]"Unforgettable river, unforgettable hill, unforgettable little village." Singing there, growing up there, how can people not yearn for you? Yes! Ask your hometown, ask if it's okay to come to your hometown, I often miss you. I will, I will, come back to you, come back to you. Beautiful villages, beautiful scenery, you often come to my dreams. ”

Ryu Hao came back to reality from the dream: "Hey! Forget it, it's time for me to get up. Don't miss my hometown anymore, don't miss my childhood playmates anymore. ”

[7] "Sending Cui Jue to Xichuan" Li Shangyin. poem

Pink color paper color,

Inscribe poems and jade hooks.

Liu got out of bed and began to study her "cloud smoke note" attentively.

She uses wood hibiscus skin soaked and pounded into a pulp, added rouge flower juice, made into a dark red delicate small paper, the paper has pine pattern after drying, often used to write small poems, tell the heart. Because the water of Huanhua Creek is smooth, the paper paper made is smooth and lovely, which is not similar to other places.

[8] "Plum Blossom Narcissus" Xue Susu. poem

Willow is good, and the painting is excellent.

The landscapes and orchid bamboos she painted "swept quickly, all of them were in a state of mind". Her works have a kind of delicate feelings unique to women, and there is a faint sadness and pure sadness in the elegance and beauty.

She has a self-titled poem on the shaft of a pair of "Plum Blossom Narcissus":

Leaning Moon Pavilion Pavilion Two Su'e,

Fengshen shears the watery Lingbo;

That is, on the opening and closing of your lord,

How like an immortal crossing the river.

Her handmade small Kai is beautiful and methodical. Not to mention anything else, it is to unify the three things of "poetry, calligraphy and painting", not only ordinary women can't do it, but even ordinary male literati and artists can't do it.

[9] "Ode to the Embroidered Girl" is anonymous

When Liu Hao was fine, she also made some "Shu embroidery", and her painting and embroidery screens were famous at that time, and her mother often used them to sell them to supplement the family.

Someone once used such a verse to praise Liu's good embroidery:

Hui Nu spring breeze hand, hundred flowers finger end spit;

In the Bodhisattva's view of flowers, it naturally bears true fruits.

[10] "Five Miscellaneous Songs. Third, "Right to Deyu. poem

Liu's mother, the guzheng, plays very well. She often plays some very difficult tunes, such as famous songs such as "Ambush on All Sides" and "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace".

But Liu Hao Hao didn't like the guzheng, but liked the Mongolian huqin, and she thought that the huqin was more in line with her character. But in order to let her mother have something to do and not be too boring, she pestered her mother to teach her to play the guzheng, and since then she has "never taken off the silver armor".

Amber opens the moon curtain,

Tuning the tune refers to the delicate fiber.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the breeze is breezy and the moon is near the window. Liu Hao filled his mother with a glass of wine in a beautiful wine glass, and began to give her mother a theatrical performance.

She came dressed in a gauze dress and sat against the curtain. She picked up the huqin, tried to adjust the strings with her delicate hands, and after adjusting the scale, she put the huqin aside first, and then put her hands on the strings of the guzheng.

I saw her slender hand gently plucking slowly, using many skills such as groaning, sliding, pressing, etc., the style was simple and elegant, and a beautiful "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace" with the sound of the stream floated out of the window. The soft moonlight casts on the lattice and shines on the strings, and it seems to be immersed in the melodious music.

I picked up the huqin next to me again, and moved my left hand up and down on the stem, my fingers as if dancing the ballet on the strings; The powerful bow in his right hand seemed to shake out all the emotions in his heart......

[11] "It's Dawn" Han Hong. Lyrics: Tang Jingjin. song

In this way, Liu Haohao appreciates the subtle and elegant literary and artistic tastes in the natural and ordinary life, and admires the detachment and clarity of his poetic life in the humble life. However, the comfortable and warm life she carefully adjusted did not soothe her mother's melancholy heart due to the loss of her lover.

Within two years, my mother had gone with my father.

It was autumn, and the wind was lingering. Reminds me of them, those helpless eyes. It was in the midst of that beautiful scenery that I heard a loud bang that shook the valley.

It was that autumn that I couldn't see Abba's face anymore. He used his shoulders to hold up the beginning of my rebirth. Tears filled his eyes in the dark: "Don't leave, don't hurt!" ”

I saw Abba just go away, leaving me in this strange world, and I didn't know what the risks would be in the future.

I tried to hold his hand tightly, and my grandma told me, "Hopefully there will be!" "Seeing the sun come out, Grandma smiled, and it was dawn.

When she was dying, her mother called her to her side and said, "My heart is clean, I hope you don't fail me!"

[Song] It's a night, and the stars are dotted in the sky. In my dream, I saw my grandmother: "A person in the world must learn to be strong." ”

"You don't leave, don't hurt." I saw Abba and Auntie just go away, leaving me in this strange world, and I would like to build a beautiful garden for him.

I tried to hold his hand tightly, and my grandma told me, "Hopefully there will be!" "When they saw the sun come out, they laughed, and it dawned.

The silently flowing flower stream in front of the door did not make a sound, just like Liu Hao was crying silently.

[12] "Little Pond" Yang Wanli. poem

The spring is silent and pities a trickle,

The shade of the tree shines on the water, and it loves to be sunny and soft;

The little lotus shows its sharp corners,

A dragonfly has already stood on its head.

The breeze blew and gently swept away the tears from her face, and said to her slowly: Do not be sad, my dear little girl; Don't be sad, take care of yourself, look at your handsome appearance in the water - how soft, how beautiful!

You have to learn from the pointed lotus, as long as you bravely drill out of the sludge and stick out of the water, there will be a dragonfly to admire you and send happiness to your heart.

Ryu wiped away her tears and prepared to pursue her own happy life.

At that time, it had become a common fashion for musicians, festivals, celebrations, and banquets, all of which were singing and dancing, and geisha writing poems, and their main role was to entertain people.

There are male and female rakuza among the rakiko, and although they do not sell their bodies like the geisha in Japan, their low social status is obvious.

In order to survive, Yoo Hao became a prostitute. She has a beautiful appearance, a sensitive temperament, an insight into music and rhythm, and is versatile, so she quickly became famous in the art world.

[13] "Wushan Temple" Xue Tao. poem

In the winter of the fourth year of Yuan Taiding [1327], Wang Anchang, the general of Huaiyuan and the commander-in-chief of the cheap capital, went to Chengdu to inspect the work. At the welcome dinner of his cousin, Wang Sichang, the deputy general of the Chengdu Guanjun Wanhu Wuluo, Wang Sichang invited the talented girl Liu Hao to cheer him up.

Wang Dashuai doesn't like dance and music, but is good at poetry, so he asked Liu to write poems on the spot.

Liu took the pen and paper calmly, picked up the pen and wrote:

The chaotic ape cries to visit Gaotang,

The road is smoky, grass and wood;

The mountains have not forgotten Song Yu,

The sound of the water is like crying king.

Under the balcony of the morning and night,

For the rain, for the clouds, the country perished;

How many willows in front of the melancholy temple,

Spring comes to empty off the thrush long.

Wang Anchang watched it, and the shooting was amazing, this poem does not look like it came from the hand of a little girl at all. "Little Lotus is only showing sharp corners", and her reputation is out, and she is destined to be an idle person.

Since then, whenever there is a feast in the Shuai's mansion, Hao Hao has become the best choice for the banquet, and she soon became a celebrity next to General Wang Sichang.