Text/Yuexia Chanjuan

Later, every time I saw her aquatic plant-like name, the tip of my nose would always be lingering with a cool fragrance, such as lily grass, duckweed, or faint fragrance. of Bihe.

Her name is Wu Zao and her courtesy name is Pingxiang. A famous female songwriter and lyricist in the Qing Dynasty. She was born in 1799 near Fengqiao in the east of Renhe County. Her father was a wealthy local silk merchant and her family lived a prosperous life. She was doted on by her parents since she was a child and lived a life of fine clothing and fine food.

In this world, most of the talented women are talented and intelligent people. They have shown talents and talents that are different from ordinary people since childhood, and the same is true for Wu Zao. Although his father was only a businessman, he sincerely admired scholarly elegance and hired famous teachers for Wu Zao when she was very young.

Wu Zao lived up to her father's expectations. By the time she reached the age of hairpin, she was already a talented woman proficient in poetry, calligraphy, music, and painting.

If she is just talented and looks like a mother, she will not be able to deduce the legend she later regretted.

The swallows have not gone with the spring. Fly deep into the embroidered curtain. When you talk softly for a long time, you don't want to live with Nong.

Wait for a while, wait for a while. He smiled and said no.

"Like a Dream"

The fresh and bright Wu Zao, soft-spoken and coquettish, talks to Yanzi in her boudoir. Her life is carefree, and the worries of spring are still many years away. . The girl walking happily by the maple bridge was innocent and lively, her pink skirt brushed the spring grass under her feet, and the peach blossoms fell from the branches, reflecting her pretty face. Those were her best years.

▲Wu Zao's "Letter to Sha Fu"

"Writing about drinking and reading Sao Tu. I made my own Yuefu, named Qiao Ying, and the good guys in Wuzhong were orchestrated and sung for a while. "When "Qiao Ying" and many poems were sung by everyone, Wu Zao had already passed the age when ordinary women talked about marriage. Her parents loved her and allowed her to be picky and postponed marriage. However, no matter how much they loved her, they could not let her become a girl in a lonely family due to her temperament.

At the age of 22, her parents ordered a matchmaker to get her into a marriage. Later generations verified that her husband's surname was "Xu", and some said his surname was "Huang". A big businessman in the same city, a good match in the eyes of his parents.

The love she yearned for and longed for was far away. "The most sad thing was marrying a business woman." It was a marriage she had to submit to, a husband she had no feelings in the world but wanted to stay with for the rest of her life. Not her lover.

The talented woman with a high heart entered her husband's house and opened her red hijab. The man who smiled at her was as good as his original promise and treated her like jewels.

She is disappointed or disdainful. A merchant who smells like copper and pursues profits all day long cannot be her lover at all.

Her ideal person should be an elegant man who can spend time with her, talk about romance, recite poems, play chess, calligraphy and painting with her.

Her husband did not mind her indifference, but he was always considerate of her depression and sadness. Knowing that she liked calligraphy and calligraphy, he took out the best room in the house to use as her study room, and bought the most exquisite pens, inks, papers and inkstones. This man does not have the "literary talent and elegance" that his wife strives for. He just loves her silently with the most ordinary and simple heart.

He will always be behind his wife who is sad for spring and autumn, taking care of the food, clothing, housing and transportation that she disdains. He gives her the best care, even when this care cannot touch her poetic heart. Encourage her to get out and make friends.

She has never given him a son or a half, and he has never bothered her with things like carrying on the family line. In his heart, she was a wonderful woman who should be held in the palm of his hand, cherished and loved, so how could he criticize her harshly in the world?

Wu Zao walked out of his house in a carefree manner, making friends through literature and making friends. She goes to restaurants, she goes on boats, she drinks from glasses, she sings loudly, sometimes she stays late at night, sometimes she comes back drunk.

She was so shocking that she even wore a long gown and pretended to be a man to enter and leave a brothel, and even used this to win the favor of beautiful women.

The delicate bones of Shanshan are like the fairy couple in Bicheng. The words are forgotten when we meet with a smile. The town is holding flowers and leaning on bamboo, the green sleeves are cold, and in the empty valley, we meet each other in a quiet mood.

Lan Xiao looked down, drank wine, commented on poetry, and sang heart-breaking poems from the south of the Yangtze River. The same eyebrow-sweeping talent, but I am mad, I want to accept it, and the beauty's heart promises.

It's spring in the desert, mist and mist across the lakes. I'm going to buy a red boat and take you with me.

"Song of the Cave Immortal"

The song "Song of the Cave Immortal" is her reward for her pink fans when she is "deeply in love".

The curved railing is low and the courtyard is locked. When people are tired at night, they comb their clothes. The sea of ??hatred is vast, and I feel that this body has fallen.

It's a troublesome green lantern. Dusk has just arrived, adding a shadow.

The worst. Even though I mean to pity you, you still don't understand how to pity me. Why are you reading by the window, sitting and walking with me?

Calculate the coming and going to drive away the original difficulties, avoid the fashion easily, hide the ropes, embroider the curtains and push them down.

"Wish Yingtai is Near"

Her sorrow and troubles all come from the fact that she does not have a suitable soul mate. Faced with a husband who makes her unhappy in every way, she is too lazy to dress up. Even more lazy to please.

The long night is long and the fallen leaves are rustling. Paper windows can't stop being knocked by the wind. The tea is warm and the smoke is cold, and the dark fragrance of the stove disappears.

The small courtyard is empty, covered by two doors and lit by a lamp.

It’s hard to throw away sorrows, and it’s hard to recover dreams. It's boring to sleep in a cold quilt. Desolate scene, all together tonight.

There is a leaking sound that is deep, the ringing sound is bitter, and the geese sound is high.

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When she was pretending to be a man and playing in the world, when she was calling friends and being free and unrestrained, her husband, who she had never looked at in the eyes and treated him favorably, might be building a business one coin at a time.

She despised his copper smell, but she never knew that it was this worldly copper smell that supported her poetic and artistic conception.

▲ "Wuzao Xiaoying" collected by Zhejiang Provincial Museum

She was so outrageous that it was inevitable that she would be criticized by others. When the gossip reached her husband's ears, he just smiled generously. He believed in her and tolerated her.

This simple and honest man never uses gorgeous words to express his love.

Love is the food and vegetables he gives her, it is stability, prosperity, and he gives her all respect and freedom.

He loved her, so he let her do what she liked and let her live according to her own wishes.

What was the Qing Dynasty like more than 200 years ago? Men are superior to women, husbands are the guide to their wives, and they follow the three obediences and the four virtues. All the feudal etiquette will teach her what kind of wife to be, but this man whose appearance, name, and life are unknown today understands the simplest and simplest truth: to love someone is to let her live a happy life. .

He tried his best to give her happiness and joy, but his life ended in the tenth year of his sexual relationship with her. The disease was like lightning, taking away all his love and sorrow.

Wu Zao was not very sad. Yes, he was her husband, but that was all. He had never been of any importance to her.

He is so vulgar and ignorant of style. His soul is daily food, rice, oil, salt and business accounts. He does not understand her and cannot understand her at all, let alone have any sex. Whether he is by her side or not, whether he enters or leaves her life, it does not matter much to her.

This talented girl was protected too well by her parents when she was a child, and was protected too well by her husband when she grew up. She still doesn't understand that there are some things in life that, if lost, will never come back.

People always ignore the care of people around them, take the dedication and love for granted, and accept it with peace of mind and become accustomed to it.

When it gets cold, someone puts on extra clothes for her, and when she coughs, someone nervously prepares medicine for her. She doesn’t want to be a young lady at home, so she is encouraged to go out and make friends. If she wants to write poetry, she writes poetry. She is willing Painting, just painting, she can do whatever she wants. The smile in her eyes is someone's consistent care and dedication.

Playing chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and wine, she is a talented woman with a far-reaching reputation. She writes with a strategy in mind, and she will never be stained by the world. She does not know how much silk or rice a penny needs to exchange.

That person is gone, and life shows its ferocious face, allowing her to see her feet and reality clearly.

On a certain day of a certain year, she was sitting in an empty room thinking of him, and suddenly felt an unstoppable sadness.

She will think of his unintentional advice, of the candle burning beside the desk all night, illuminating his young face as he checked the account books, and of his eternal silence, kindness, and smile.

There are never quiet years in this world, but there are people who are carrying the burden for you.

She imagined her love like a castle in the air, but she didn't know that love was around her. It's just that she never understood it, let alone cherished it.

Did she love him? She clearly loves those men with extraordinary literary talent, elegance and suaveness. She couldn't answer the question, but tears streamed down her face.

She was once the most playful and lively person in the world. After that, she moved to the secluded Nanhu to live in seclusion.

The water outside the door is sparkling, and the spring scenery is half gone. The old rain does not come and we listen to the rain together. At dusk, there are few people at the west window with candles cut.

A minor illness will be cured by itself, and a cloud will come in the dusk. If you ask about whether the lake or mountain has disappeared, I will only wait for you if you don't go to the orchid boat.

"Nanxiangzi"

Cutting the candle to the west window, not getting on the orchid boat, how much regret, how much hatred, that person has left and will never come back.

One volume of "Li Sao" and one volume of Sutra, ten years of worries and ten years of lamps, and the sounds of autumn on banana leaves!

If you want to cry but you still force yourself to laugh, and you can’t help but forget your feelings, you will mislead others into claiming that you are smart.

"Huanxisha"

If there is an afterlife, maybe she will no longer wish to be so talented and intelligent.

If there is an afterlife, be the most ordinary girl, wait for the peach blossoms to bloom on the branches, wait for the fragrant grass to cover the maple bridge, wait for him, hold her hand, and live the most ordinary and happy life.