When a peach dies, it burns its splendor, and its son returns home, so it is appropriate to stay at home.
when the peach dies, it's true that it's appropriate for your son to return to his family.
when a peach dies, it's Ye Zhenzhen, and when its son returns, it's appropriate to live in a room.
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This is a poem in The Book of Songs, commonly known as The Book of Songs-Nan Zhou-Taoyao. This poem describes the scene when a woman gets married and praises the beauty and virtue of the bride. Coat is when the peach blossom is in full bloom. There is a woman as beautiful as the peach blossom, who is beautiful in appearance, able to have children, and able to make the groom's family's descendants as fruitful and leafy as peach trees. She is a very suitable candidate for the groom's family. Therefore, when the ancients praised and congratulated the marriage, they often said that "it is not only a gift to the Duke of Zhou, but also a poem of Tao Yao", which is where the ceremony was made.
(II) The origin of "Peach Blossom Luck"
The word "Peach Blossom Luck" was originally a fortune-telling term.
The "Peach Blossom Luck" in "numerology" is based on the position of the five elements in "birthdates", namely "longevity, bathing, crown belt, temporary official, imperial prosperity, decline, illness, death, tomb, extinction, embryo and nourishment". If the Universiade and the fleeting time are transported to the "bathing" stage, it is called "Peach Blossom Luck".
among the twelve earthly branches, the "meridian Mao You" is peach blossom, and the "eight characters" of life are also derived from the combination of the ten heavenly stems and the twelve earthly branches, so everyone will encounter the "meridian Mao You" sometimes. If this "meridian Mao you" appears in the "eight characters" of life, it is called peach blossom into life.
The fortune of life (fortune-telling term is "Universiade") is a branch every ten years. The age of life (fortune-telling terminology is called "fleeting time"). The combination of these two is called "luck". (It is also often said that good or bad luck lies in it.)
Those who encounter "Peach Blossom" in their "luck" in life are called "Peach Blossom Luck", but "Peach Blossom Luck" is also different from bad luck.
(3) Folklore of "Peach Blossom Luck"
Jiang Niang and Cui Hu's Peach Blossom Luck
Last year today, in this door,
peach blossoms with human faces set each other off;
I don't know where to go.
Peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze.
This poem entitled "The title of the south village in the city" written by Cui Hu is widely circulated, and many people can still recite it. However, the poet is not fully aware that there is a touching love story hidden in this poem. The story is full of the innocence of talented people and beautiful women, and the plot is tortuous and magical. People call it "Peach Blossom Fate", also known as Peach Blossom Luck.
Cui Hu was a scholar in Boling County, Tang Dezong Province during the Zhen Dynasty. He was born in a scholarly family. He was gifted, intelligent and elegant, with a lofty and aloof disposition. He buried himself in the cold window on weekdays and rarely interacted with people. Even if he occasionally took time off to travel, he liked to be alone. This year's Qingming Festival coincided with a rare sunny day. Outside the house, peaches and willows were green, butterflies and bees were flying, the breeze was slightly blowing, and the spring was touching. In the afternoon, it was a warm spring day. Cui Hu, who had been studying hard all morning, was deeply infected by the breath of spring and decided to go to the suburbs to appreciate the hospitality of spring. So I put down my books and walked out of the city alone with great interest. Along the way, willows fly, warblers sing, the sun is warm and the wind is pleasant. Studying hard and not knowing that spring is already strong, he suddenly feels refreshed. All the way, endless red flowers and green grass, spring mountains and spring water, he enjoyed the gifts given by nature without knowing the distance of the road. Unconsciously, he was far away from the city, and suddenly he felt a little sore and thirsty. He thought about finding a rural farmer to rest and ask for some water so that he could get back to the city before sunset. This place is out of the way, and the farmers live in a very scattered place. He looked around and saw a corner hut in the middle of a mountain not far away, so he stepped up and walked towards the mountain. Near the foot of the mountain, the huts that can be seen in the distance are all covered by peach trees at this moment, and there is only a magnificent peach forest in front of us: peach blossoms are burning and covered with branches, and the breeze is blowing, and the fragrance is around people, which makes people suspect that they have strayed into the peach blossom source. Walking along the winding path between the peach trees, there is a small courtyard surrounded by bamboo fences in a small gap, which is simple and elegant. There are three huts in the courtyard, all made of bamboo boards and thatch, which are simple but neat and abnormal. Cui Hu thought to himself, "Who is a master, living in seclusion in such a unique place?"
As he approached Chai Men, he knocked on the door and shouted, "I passed by in the spring and wanted some water!" While calling the door, he guessed that it must be an old man with white hair, bamboo sticks and sandals, beautiful appearance and elegant speech who came out to open the door. With a creak, the door opened, only to find a young girl coming out. Cui Hu was very surprised that the young girl's clothes were pale, but there was an elegant and free from vulgarity in her eyes. He explained his purpose again, and the girl stared at him with bright eyes, thinking that the newcomer was harmless, so she politely introduced him to the thatched cottage and sat down, and went to the kitchen to prepare tea. Cui Hu looked around and saw that the indoor windows were clean and spotless. There were a row of bookshelves against the wall. The shelves were full of poetry books, pens and inkstones were listed on the table, and a couplet was hung in the middle of the wall. The couplet read: "How many catkins turn over the snow, countless peach blossoms soak in the clouds." The sentence is elegant and interesting, which is absolutely different from the style of ordinary rural farmers. On the desk near the window, there is a frame of poem with wet ink stains, on which is written a five-character quatrain of "Yongmei":
plain and bright, cold and snowy, fragrant and fragrant;
poor and muddy like me, scattered in this mountain.
The poem must have been written by the owner here. It seems that he is lamenting his bumpy life experience through plum blossoms, but it is so full of sadness and helplessness. What kind of characters live in seclusion here? What kind of mood and experience have led to such helpless words? A series of question marks floated in Cui Hu's mind, which made him interested in the cottage surrounded by peach blossoms and its owner, and he wanted to find out.
At this moment, the girl came out of the kitchen with a tea tray. She walked gracefully to Cui Hu and saw the other person staring at the couplets on the wall as if she were tasting them. She smiled knowingly and gently called out, "Xianggong, please have tea." Cui Hu turned her head from thinking, and saw that the girl was coming towards her. Her face was white and red, and her face was full of eyes. She didn't wear makeup, and her plain cloth set off the girl's innocence and delicacy, just like a peach blossom in the spring breeze, showing people the elegance of life. At that time, Cui Hu had some tybalt slain, the girl seemed to perceive his intention, and immediately lowered her eyes. A little shyness embellished her more touching, and Cui Hu couldn't help but feel uneasy and almost unable to rely on herself.
But, after all, he is a scholar who has read a lot of poems and is considerate and courteous. Cui Hu tries to stabilize his emotions so as not to lose his manners in front of young girls. He politely took the teacup, sipped his tea gently, pretended to calmly indicate his surname and village, and then politely asked the girl's surname and family. The girl seems reluctant to mention these things, but simply says, "Little crimson mother, she lives here with her father." Don't mention the surname and family background, what seems to be the room, Cui Hu nature also inconvenience to ask more.
However, the couplets on the wall, the poems on the table, and the people in front of us all reveal that the owner of this hut must have an extraordinary origin. Cui Hu's mind formed a fog, but since people don't want to talk more, he had to put it aside. They were silent for a while in the house, and Cui Hu turned the topic to the scenery. He praised the pleasant scenery here, which is just like a fairyland, and it is a rare place for a spring outing. The girl just listened to his talk, nodded with a smile as if she agreed, but didn't speak. Speaking of spring, Cui Hu was full of poetic sentiment, and commented on the famous poems about Youchun in ancient and modern times. Finally, he said, "When flowers bloom, you must pick them straight, so don't wait for them to be empty.". Say that finish, he looked at crimson niang meaningfully, waiting for her response. Linghui's crimson mother, of course, understands what he means. In the spring season, faced with such a young, imposing and talented young man, why not call her seed of love's heart full of spring? But how dare a girl who knows books and rituals open her heart in front of a strange man? She sat there shy and silent, and two pieces of hongxia stained her cheeks. Occasionally, she glanced at Cui Hu with amorous eyes, and quickly withdrew when she met Cui Hu's eyes. Look at your toes more shyly, and you will look lovely. Facing the girl's bewilderment, Cui Hu didn't know what to do. He couldn't make a more enthusiastic and frivolous move after reading the sage book.
Cui Hu, who seldom contacts girls at ordinary times, naturally doesn't understand the girl's mind. When she was silent for a long time, she thought she had offended her. So I was secretly wary of myself, and before I knew it, I had some convergence in words.
At that time, it was emphasized that "men and women were not close to each other", and it was an exception for an unmarried man and woman to be able to serve tea and water and be alone in one room. It's okay to be out of the way in the country, but it's a big mistake in the city. Two young and ardent hearts are stirring in the warm sun in the spring afternoon, and they are both deeply attracted by each other. However, the two young people who have been educated in etiquette have no further deviant behavior. Seeing that the sun had set in the western mountain, Cui Hu got up, thanked her earnestly, and reluctantly said goodbye to the girl. Girl sent him out of the gate, leaning on the Chai Fei
silently watched Cui Hu gradually go away. Cui Hu also looked back from time to time, only to see a girl with a peach blossom, swaying in the spring breeze with the gorgeous peach blossom in front of her door, and sighing in her heart: What a wonderful picture of spring scenery! But he can't see clearly the infinite attachment in the girl's eyes.
An accidental meeting in spring has aroused the ripples of circle love in the hearts of Cui Hu and Jiang Niang. However, the love between men and women is some embellishment in life for men, but it is the whole of life for women. Since Cui Hu left, Jiang Niang has been obsessed with him, and the shadow of the charming young man lingers in her mind day and night, making her miss him so much that she can't mention it to anyone. When Cui Hu returned home, he immediately immersed himself in heavy homework, studying hard day and night, and his mind was no longer concerned; The matter of finding spring and meeting Jiang Niang can only be put aside for the time being, so as not to be in a good mood and neglect your studies.
Time flies. In the next spring, it is another sunny day in bloom. Looking at the peach blossoms in the city, Cui Hu can't help but feel touched by the scene and recall the past events in the south of the city last spring. The flame of feelings rose in his heart. In an irresistible impulse, Cui Hu was excited and eager, and went all the way to the city to find the old dreams. Flowers bloom like old all the way, and the spirit is still pleasant, but these scenery have not aroused Cui Hu's interest, and he only has the Iraqi people in the bright peach blossom in his heart. Looking for it, he finally found the cottage last year, but everything remained the same, as if that spring affair happened yesterday. Approaching the courtyard, there was silence inside. He shouted through the bamboo fence, "I passed by in the spring and wanted to ask for some water!" " He repeated last year's language, looking forward to last year's scene again. I haven't seen the girl open the door for a long time, so he called several times: "Jiang Niang! Mothers! " There was no answer except a faint echo. Take a closer look, and a bronze lock hangs quietly on the door of the hut, announcing that the owner is no longer here. Suddenly, Cui Hu felt like a gourd ladle of cold water pouring head, and his fiery heart was cooled by half. Pushing Chai Men away, he sat under the peach tree in the courtyard.
Colorful petals fell on his skirt, but the girl still didn't come back. It's time for the sun to set again. He took pen and ink out of the window lattice and wrote a four-line poem on the door with disappointment. This is the first song mentioned at the beginning, "The title is the south of the city." After the topic, he still felt unfinished. He pondered twice and wanted to change the third sentence to "Where is the human face going?" On second thought, it is not appropriate to use two words "today" in a seven-character quatrain, so I still follow the original sentence. Look at the word "peach blossom" mentioned twice in the poem, but it is not too repetitive. On the contrary, it highlights the theme and renders the atmosphere.
Cui Hu visited the south of the city, but he didn't see Jiang Niang. After returning home, he couldn't put it down. His mind kept asking: Where did the Iraqis go? -sweeping the grave? Visiting relatives? An outing? Even married? He thinks about it, and the beautiful image of Jiang Niang often haunts his mind. In this way, he can't study hard at all, and even tea and rice are hard to swallow. So, a few days later, he went to the south of the city again.
This time, he skillfully found the hut. Before he got near it, he heard old cries from a distance. Cui Hu's heart tightened, so he hurried to the hut and asked loudly what happened. A moment later, an old man with white hair came out trembling, and his eyes were blurred. He looked Cui Hu up and down and asked, "Are you Cui Hu?"
Cui Hu was a little surprised that the old man knew his first and last name. He nodded and said, "Cui Hu was born later." Hearing this, the old man felt sad and cried, "You killed my daughter!" Cui Hu was surprised and asked in a hurry: "Dare to ask the old man to explain why!"
The old man said with tears in his eyes, "My beloved daughter, Jiang Niang, is 18 years old, and she knows how to write and be polite. Since I met you last Qingming Festival, I have been worried about you day and night. I just said that if you are in love, you will definitely visit again. She waited day after day, and went to Qiu Lai in spring, but there was no sign of you. She missed you so much that she suddenly lost it. After a year, I was desperate. I went to stay with my relatives a few days ago and came back to see the poem you wrote on the door. I hated myself for missing the opportunity and thought that I would never see you again in this life. Therefore, I was speechless and worried. However, I can't afford to get sick. I am old, and this daughter is the only one who lives alone. The reason why I delay marrying is to find a good husband, so that our father and daughter can rely on him. Now the crimson mother has gone before me. Didn't you kill her? "
After listening to this crying, Cui Hu seemed to be struck by lightning, and was shocked for a while. Meet by chance, infatuated woman with love so deep, how to let Cui Hu heartbroken! He whimpered: "Last year, I passed by your house, hungry for a drink. Thanks to the tea from my young lady, I didn't meet you again a few days ago. I came back disappointed with my poem, but I didn't expect such a change. If Jiang Niang died, I wouldn't drag out an ignoble existence!" As he spoke, he ran into the inner room, hugged Jiang Niang, who had just died, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Jiang Niang, take a slow step, and Cui Hu will come with you!"
Cui Hu shook crimson mother and cried loudly, and tears filled her face. Perhaps his sincerity touched heaven, perhaps his true feelings awakened Jiang Niang's heart. In short, Jiang Niang unexpectedly woke up leisurely at this moment. At first, I exhaled a continuous gasp, then my eyes slightly opened, and then my lips slightly moved. I seemed to recognize Cui Hu and buried my face deeply in Cui Hu's arms. When the old man saw the surprise, he quickly prepared ginger soup and rice paste and slowly poured it down for Jiang Niang. In this way, the affectionate crimson mother actually came back from the dead road.
Later, Cui Hu went home and told his parents about the situation. The parents were very considerate of their true feelings, so they made an appointment according to the ceremony and chose an auspicious day to marry Jiang Niang. Jiang Niang's father was also properly placed by Cui's family to support his life. However, the father and daughter always refused to show their surnames and life experiences, leaving a mystery. Maybe the old man used to be an official in the DPRK, and he was convicted for some reason, so he lived incognito and lived in the south of Boling. Since he had some scruples, Cui Hu's family would have discretion not to explore.
Cui Hu married Jiang Niang, a beautiful wife with deep feelings, virtue and wisdom, and her heart was naturally beautiful. Jiang Niang is attentive to her family, filial to her parents-in-law, harmonious with her neighbors, and adds fragrance to her husband bandu at night, which makes Cui Hu have no other thoughts, concentrate on her lessons and improve her studies day by day. In the twelfth year of Zhenyuan, Tang Dezong, Cui Hu rushed to meet the scholars, won the Jinshi and was released as an official, and his official career was smooth, and the official went to Lingnan to make our time.