Wu Zao was twenty-two when she got married. According to the custom at that time, it was a late marriage. Her family is the same as her husband's.

Fang Fu Shang, marriage is naturally flourishing, and the wedding is a big sedan chair carried by 16 people, decorated with colorful gold and firecrackers.

The sound of gongs and drums resounded through the sky, and the dowry for seeing off relatives was lined up for several miles. That scene is really impressive.

But the bride Wu Zao is not happy. She is not shy, not timid, full of excitement and longing like a bride.

Her expression is faint and her mood is faint. It seems that she has guessed the future life, and everything will be dull.

In others' eyes, Wu Zao is really a person who lives in honey juice. My father is a wealthy silk merchant.

A person's precious daughter is more important than her eyes. She grew up in the deep love of her parents, carefree and luxurious.

Although I got married a little late, after all, I married a big family of Zhumen, rich, and everything was worrying, for the sake of my new wife.

Women cherish it in every way. What is Wu Zao dissatisfied with? But she just feels sorry. It's not that there's someone else in mind.

Parents didn't force the marriage. If you want to say the reason, you can only blame Wu Zao for his high heart.

The Wu family lives next to the east of Renhe County, adjacent to the former residence of the great poet Li Yan. Maybe it's because of the celebrity next door.

I admire Wu Zao's father very much. Although he is a real businessman, he is particularly interested in elegant things. Daughter Wu Zao has grown up.

Five Blessingg attached great importance to her and hired famous teachers to teach her to read, write lyrics and play the piano.

Compose, draw, draw. Wu Zao did not disappoint his father, and he was proficient in everything, especially poetry, calligraphy, piano and painting.

Have no attainments in lyrics. In this superior family, Wu Zao's childhood and adolescence are not only sweet, but also full of.

With interest. Playing the piano under the moon, enjoying plums in the snow, talking with flowers and whispering with swallows, the scene comes from a dream she wrote.

Make "visible in:

Swallows don't go with spring, but fly into the depths of embroidered curtains.

If you are soft for a long time, don't you want to live with it?

Pause, pause, give him a smile back: "no!" "

Yan Guiyan, the carefree little girl grew up and became a big girl. Wu Zao is so insignificant to his life.

Heaven and earth began to be a little dissatisfied. From the book, she learned that many scholars like to get together and write poems and lyrics.

You can not only sing to each other, but also give directions and comments to each other. The wind is clear and the moon is bright, the wine is fragrant and the tea is fragrant, the friends are three or five, and the poems are answered.

She yearns for that kind of life very much; However, in Renhe, a small county town, there are no literary parties organized by girlfriends, only elder sisters.

Niang's publicity is regarded as a big violation, and her family and friends must never accompany her to talk about poetry. she

Only one person can enjoy her talent alone, so the poem is inevitably infected with sadness. The worship of "Su Curtain Covering" is endless.

Show such emotions:

Qulan is dry, the courtyard is deep, quiet spring comes and quiet spring goes again;

Residual red is everywhere, green all over the world, green all over the world.

Liu, Pingyeju, Huang, Huang;

Xiaoling has too many sweet words, and every sentence makes people sad.

In a blink of an eye, at the age of marriage, Wu Zao is not only high-spirited, well-off, but also charming and delicate.

Xiu should really be the darling of the boudoir. In fact, people who come to Wu Jialai to visit relatives and friends are really exposed.

Threshold, because the Wu family is a wealthy businessman, people are busy talking about marriage and paying attention to the right family, so most of their relatives and friends are dude, Wu.

Seaweed suspected that there was no ink on their chests and shook their heads one by one to refuse. Renhe county has limited talents, some poor and some poor.

Buried in studying hard, no one thought that there was a talented woman hidden in the home of Wu businessman, and even if he wanted to, there would be no one.

Dare to climb, as a result, Wu Zao, who is both talented and beautiful, wasted his youth and didn't get married until he was 22.

Years old.

"My daughter is too old to stay." Wu's parents began to worry. They tried to persuade her, and finally Wu Zao reluctantly agreed.

Huang Jia, a silk merchant in the same city, proposed marriage. In fact, Wu Zao has no interest in this marriage at all, but has been waiting for it.

For so many years, the prince charming in my heart has come for no reason. Maybe my life is the life of a businesswoman, no matter how high my heart is,

I can't get rid of the limit of fate, I can only accept it. Her heart is already a little cold.

The Huang family has been silk merchants for generations, rich enough to rival Wu Zao's maiden, but never produced the seeds for reading.

Wu Zao's husband has been in business since he was a teenager, and he no longer touches other books except books. But he has a special gift for his wife.

Don't envy her, pamper her in every way, and arrange a clean and spacious study for her to run at home alone.

Give me some scholar breath.

Wu Zao was secretly surprised when she first saw her husband supporting her to read the composition, thinking that her husband was also an elegant person.

I misunderstood him. So when her husband came home from a business trip, she happily took out her new poems and words and read them to him.

The husband leaned against the bed and repeatedly called him hello. When Wu Zao looked at him after reading it, he was already sitting asleep. It turned out to be just arty.

Ah, what a vulgar man! Wu Zao's heart fell into the ice cave again, with no solution to her amorous feelings and silent cold tears.

Out of her eyes.

Although her husband doesn't understand her poems, he cares about her life and doesn't need Wu morning exercises.

Heart, she shut herself in the study every day, wholeheartedly weaving leisure troubles. Apart from playing the piano occasionally, she is worried.

Most of them are tied with words, played by harps, and there is no bosom friend. Words are left on paper, but today people don't read them. Look at her.

The word "gold" can give us a glimpse of her married mood:

Qu bar is low, the courtyard is locked, and people are tired of washing and dressing at night; I hate the vast sea. I feel like I'm falling into that eventful blue light and I don't arrive until dusk.

Add another shadow. There is no such thing. Even if you care about Qing, you don't understand pity me. How can you sit in front of the book? Computational driving

It's easy to escape fashion, but easy to hide it.

Because I hate her husband's vulgarity, I have no intention of flattering or even being too lazy to dress up. The husband is busy with business all day and comes home late at night.

Most of them are too tired to sleep and have no mind to pity her. How can they not make her sad with delicate feelings? But to say

There is something wrong with her husband not loving her. He can only say that he doesn't know how to comfort her lonely heart.

Seeing that his wife was tortured by idle worries, her husband was very distressed and had no time to accompany her, so he advised her to make more friends.

Friends, or change your mood. Wu Zao was really bored, so she accepted her husband's suggestion and began to make some girlfriends.

Wu Zao's friends are, of course, people who understand poetry and songs. There are only a few such women in this county, and this one

Although some people are proficient in poetry, they are often only qualified to admire and admire the talented Wu Zao. Everything is hard to have.

Sing together.

Wu Zao is still not satisfied, but through these girlfriends, she gradually got to know some real literati, usually

It's the brothers and husbands of these girlfriends. Wu Zao's lyrics reached the hands of literati, and he could not help clapping his hands and sighing.

More enlightened people began to invite Wu Zao to some literati poetry cocktail parties. After obtaining the consent of her husband, Wu Zaoxin

Go ahead.

Living among the literati with elegant taste and poetry, Wu Zao suddenly became active, just like a fish gets water.

Wu Zao's poems caused a great sensation among local literati, who called her "Liu Yong of the dynasty".

Words seem handy, but in fact they contain deep affection. Wu Zao and these scholars in Confucian robes went out to eat together.

Row a boat, raise a glass and drink, sing loudly and feel free. They often go boating on the lake waves in the moonlight and never go back to the depths; spring

Go on a long trip to the suburbs and come back drunk. What Wu Zao did was really out of the routine of women, but her husband refused to do it.

As long as his wife is happy, he doesn't care about others gossiping because he has his reasons: Wu Zao is a different person.

A woman's woman, of course, can't use routines to restrain her. Wu Zao has become more and more unscrupulous since her husband indulged. With a group of people

Although it is chic for a man to accompany him, it is inconvenient after all. In a golden melody, she actually complained.

His daughter came:

In the world of green lotus, I turned over several heavy sad cases. Who will explain? May the Milky Way reach three thousands of feet and wash away my daughter's old state. Clear the table

Mo Lan Xue was worried about autumn language from beginning to end, but he broke Gankun Pass with big words; Draw a long sword and walk on the sky. There are many flowers in the world.

Spare him the flag pavilion to draw a wall and bow down. The wine is still gone, and everything is always helpless! What was the robbery in the past? admit

The truth of heaven makes immortals also hindered by vanity; Worldly things, how strange!

Although the Milky Way is small, it is also a false delusion to wash my daughter into a man with a man's beard; But take off your daughter's costume and play.

Being a man is not difficult! Wu Zao had a brainwave and came forward to advocate. From then on, she went out to attend literary friends' parties and changed.

She wears a Confucian headscarf and robe, and her head is very high. She looks like a beautiful young man. With this dress, her action party

What's more, not only go in and out of restaurants and teahouses, but also take everyone to brothels for fun. Because I often go to "Yue Feng Building"

Drinking, where a geisha named Lin has a soft spot for her, dressed as the son of a scholar anyway, Wu Zao simply met her.

Participating in the play, flirting with miss Lin, speaking out of turn, like a lover. Miss Lin said that she would do her best.

She also pretended to promise, solemnly presented a valve "fairy song" to Ming heart:

Shanshan Sougou, like Bi Cheng's immortal couple, met and smiled to bury the enmity. The town is leaning on bamboo, and the sleeves are cold. I want to go to the empty valley to see it.

Depends on the quiet mood. Lan Zhen looks down, gambles on wine and comments on poetry, and then sings Jiangnan heartbroken sentences. Just sweep your eyebrows. I'm crazy and I have to digest.

Jade heart is full of hope. I'm in the middle of nowhere, waiting to buy a red boat and take Qing with me.

In Miss Lin's place, Wu Zao seems to have found a kind of tenderness and romance, and chatting to comfort her thirsty heart has actually returned.

At that time, with the dream of "buying a red boat", they carried stones and retired together in the vast smoke. Some people say that Wu Zao is simply a heart

Abnormal behavior has almost become what we call "homosexuality" today; But to put it bluntly, Wu Zao is not infatuated with a real one.

Now, Miss Lin is just looking for a phantom with deep affection to fill the emotional vacancy in marriage. If it moves,

A good feeling for other men will inevitably attract criticism from the world, which also violates her own ethical standards; As long as we find a phantom,

Others laugh at it at most, and she can only barely quench her thirst with plum blossoms.

But the phantom is a phantom after all, and Wu Zao's heart is lonely and melancholy after all, and he is put in the "romantic building" during the day.

Love selling idiots, the night is long, and the wake is still bleak, so there is such a "sweet son":

The night is gone, the leaves rustle and the paper window is not cursed. The tea is warm and the smoke is cold, the stove is fragrant, the yard is empty, and the door is closed.

Easy to pick. Sorrow is hard to throw away, dreams are hard to move, and cold food is hard to sleep. The desolate situation, together for tonight, has a leaking sound, the clock.

The sound is bitter, but the wild goose is loud.

Living in an environment of wealth and luxury, her husband dotes on her in every way, and Wu Zao's heart

Who can believe the feeling of being deeply entangled in sadness and hatred? However, it actually exists, and Wu Zao blames herself.

Life is bitter, suffering in talent, suffering in the heart. Luxury can't fill her heart, she longs for it.

Looking at the romance she didn't get. The prince charming in her mind is a real out-of-touch gentleman.

Singing in harmony, harmoniously playing the lute, boating on a moonlit night and drinking tea are her ideal husband and wife life, and fate has given her.

Arranged a vulgar husband who is dedicated and pragmatic.

The days are spent in her poems, words, worries and wanderings. She didn't love her husband and didn't give birth to him.

A man and a woman, her heart is higher than life. Ten years later, she was still her, but her husband suddenly died of illness.

But he passed away. When her husband died, she didn't feel much sorrow, only pity and sadness. She's always

I don't think her husband needs to exist in her life.

Without her husband, she still lives as before, but gradually, she finds loneliness and helplessness more urgent.

She jumped at her and was at a loss. When her husband is alive, loneliness is invisible, but vaguely haunts her mind.

Hesitant; Loneliness really surrounded her after her husband left. Without her husband's care, ask questions.

(Before, she thought it was her mother-in-law's verbosity.) There was no footsteps for her husband to come back. (Before, she felt so annoyed.

Without her husband's heavy snoring while sleeping (she used to think it was completely vulgar) ... Everything before was thought.

Redundant things, but now she finds that they are still indispensable feelings. After losing them, she found their value.

Husband appears in her words, such as this song "Nanxiangzi":

The water outside the door is sparkling, and the spring scenery has been split in two; The old rain doesn't come to listen to the rain. At dusk, there are few people at the west window. The ailment comes from

Warm, a cloud flies at dusk; If you ask whether the lakes and mountains have disappeared, it will be like a harp, just waiting for you not to go to Lanzhou.

This kind of emotion was absolutely impossible in the past, but now it has become a concern that she can't forget. This kind of worry teaches

Her maturity made her understand the true meaning of life: the things around her are the most worthy of love and cherish.

But she missed everything. Although only 32 years old, she feels that she has reached the late autumn of her life.

Everything should be calm in the future and belong to the realm of ancient Buddha. Want to cry, she forced a smile and asked

Sexual celibacy moved to a secluded place in the deserted South Lake, guarding a large area of Bai Meihua, slowly turning over ancient books and living here.

Lifestyle:

A roll of Lisao and a roll of Scripture, ten years of sorrow and ten years of lights, and a few autumn sounds on banana leaves! Try to laugh if you want to cry, but be shy.

I have no choice but to learn to forget my feelings.

This is an "An Xi Sha" written by her at this time. In the quiet and ethereal environment, her heart is getting calmer and calmer.

Just like the plum blossom in front of her house, it is quiet and silent, white and unpretentious, and only a faint fragrance is confided in herself, and she has no hope for life.

No attachments.

During her seclusion in Nanhu Lake, she sorted out her ci poems one by one and compiled them into two collections. One is Hualien Ci.

Poems before the age of thirty; One is "The Poems of Snow in the South of Hunan", which was published in the 24th year of Daoguang and merged into her three works.

Works after the age of ten. Because of the publication of these two collections, Wu Zao's ci names spread far and wide, but she is still quiet.

Be careful to protect the South Lake, and never let your heart soar.