The third serialization of Beauty Gloria - Flowers on the Stranger (2009-04-17 12:59:03)tags: hook yi si yu han wu emperor pear blossom snow culture categories: new book publicity
Pear blossoms surprised by the fall of a thousand snow
Pieces of petals, piled up on the branches, white in color, like snow six out of the blue.
That night when the snow fell, in the backyard of the old temple, it was as if they had broken through the barriers and finally met.
The first moment they looked at each other, there was enough power in their eyes to melt everything.
Then, his head was blanketed in snowy pear blossoms, and her feet were blanketed in snowy blossoms.
His cool and distant zither sound is like an incantation to relieve the confusion, and her clenched hands quietly opened, and the things she held inside suddenly fell to the ground.
The deepest and most painful string in each other's lives was plucked inadvertently.
Many years later.
When he returned to the tree where he first met, the bottom of his eyes had been stained with the intensity of the flame, recalling the past, he murmured despondently: is it the fragrance of the pear blossom that has obscured the transparency of the snow, or is it the snow's cascade that has obliterated the pear blossom's fluttering?
This life, their meeting, destined to be a section of the chopping, still messy wrong body edge.
Hooked
If I had not been born with a handicap, I don't think I would have remained free;
If I hadn't been free, I wouldn't have been able to go to the temple on a whim.
Then I would not have met him.
Then, my name wasn't Hooky.
Since I was born, I had a death grip on my twin hinds that no outside force could pull away.
My father's face gradually filled with disgust when he looked at me, while my weak mother would only repress low sobs from the sidelines: "My bitter daughter, why are you so beautifully born, but God just let this disability fall on you?
Those who have seen me will inevitably let out a sigh of relief, it is really a pity that such a pair of beautiful face.
Heh.
I will always be proud to hit back with a look: I will not be willing to accept the fate of my suffering, I will never waste my beauty.
The world is full of unknown things, but unfortunately the human eye is often blind.
It is not because the eyes are blind, but the heart is blind.
I know that I have been waiting for someone. In the underworld, a voice in my ear told me that someone, once, had made a covenant with me in a past life.
He looked at me silently every time in my dreams, always speechless, but his eyebrows revealed deep love.
I used my disabled hands to testify that I was not lying.
That day, all the pear blossoms in the temple on the mountain bloomed.
A white cluster of flowers, dazzling, as far as the eye, such as the accumulation of a thousand piles of snow in the branches.
When the monk picked up the stick belonging to me, he only glanced at it and his face changed dramatically.
"What's wrong?" I asked, amused, "Is it a bad stick?" No matter how bad it was, I wouldn't have any hard feelings. For I have always believed that fate is in my own hands.
I came to draw the divination stick, but only because I entered the temple and was in the mood to do so.
My true purpose for being here is to enjoy these pear blossoms.
"Miss, this sign ...... I can't solve it well, I'll lead you to the presiding officer, your side please." After a moment of contemplation, the monk regained his normal face and guided me towards the backyard.
Entering the gate of the backyard, my eyes were filled with more flourishing flowers.
The clusters of crowded pear blossoms were as white and ethereal as the fluttering snow.
It was as if it were a beautiful dream of smoke and cold water.
My eyes lingered there for a long time, but eventually I had to leave.
Then I saw him.
The only handsome boy in the large temple with his crown and hair.
Like a jade tree in the wind quietly standing there, indifferent bright eyes reflecting the whole clear cloudless firmament, but there are vaguely bright as a rainbow dazzling light from the body around the emanation.
I was a little dumbfounded.
"Who is he?" I asked the monk leading the way in front of me in a low voice, but my eyes didn't leave the teenager for a moment.
"Him? This is your first time visiting us, isn't it? Lord Siyu has been living in the temple for many years now." The monk answered me respectfully, then as if remembering something, he waved his hand to signal the teenager to come over to our side.
With a faint scent of grass and trees mixed with the temple's distinctive aroma of incense approaching, the teenager slowly walked over.
"Master? What is it?"
A warm and melodious voice, like the flow of a stream gently entered my ears.
"I just remembered that there is something urgent that must be done immediately. Please lead her to the host. Can you do that?" The monk said anxiously and pleadingly.
The teenager gave me a faint look and finally nodded.
His pupils were dark, but his eyes were empty. I never knew there could be such clear eyes in the world, calm and penetrating, without desire.
It was as if everything in this world was dispensable and illusory to him.
When his eyes swept over for a moment, I had the feeling of being in a dream, as if we had met somewhere before.
Then I thought about it, and laughed.
When the monk moved away, the young man politely led the way, "Master, follow me."
I don't know what happened, but when I heard his words, my hands trembled gently and uncontrollably.
It was only after a long, long time that they gradually returned to normal.
Entering the host's room, there was no one inside.
"You're not a monk, but why do you live in a temple?" I dropped the question half curiously, half conversationally. In my heart and eyes, I was still recalling his ink-painted, plain look from earlier.
For some reason, I wanted to make him laugh, or make him lose control.
"This one? ......" the teenager mused, wanting to speak.
Seems unsure about answering me.
"What? Not good enough to say it?" I deliberately smiled ambiguously, "Is it because you want to hide far away from those earthly calamities?"
I just casually said, who knows he immediately changed his face, "How do you know?"
The nervous look was completely different from before.
"Know what?" I replied with some surprise.
The host pushed in at that very moment.
The teenager handed over my sign and stood sideways to me, no longer meeting my eyes. And I, still pondering over his words, did not even hear the host's voice full of complex emotions, "The monk ...... you this sign can lead to great good fortune, can also lead to great evil."
Great fortune? Great evil? In a trance, it seemed not to be heard.
"Schizo?"
It wasn't until the host raised his voice slightly that I snapped to attention. Turning my head slightly sideways, I looked at the kindly old monk and made a show of listening.
"Master, what did you mean by what you just said?" I gathered my mind and inquired with feigned curiosity.
But nevertheless, just wanted to continue to stay here a little longer.
Glancing darkly straight at the teenager, I wondered, with his pupils so clear and bright, how would it be like to have my shadow reflected in them?
The presiding master looked me up and down for a while and said hesitantly, "This sign would have been too good to be true, but ......" halfway through his sentence, he suddenly stopped.
Looking at his appearance, I couldn't help but sneer at the corner of my mouth, when, even monks like to buy up the secret?
But I don't bother to have the energy to bother about that.
From the time I entered the temple, all I've ever focused on has always been things that have nothing to do with the temple.
Deciding to head down the mountain, clumps of flocculent clouds gracefully descended from the sky.
Falling onto the branches, they were as white as pear blossoms, but exceptionally crystalline.
It was not long before the surrounding scenery changed its appearance, and the entire temple was shrouded in a dream-like silver.
It was beautiful.
I couldn't help but stretch out my clenched hand to capture some of the snowflakes in mid-air, but I bumped into someone, and my fist, which I couldn't retract in time, gently brushed against his slightly cool face.
The moment his skin touched, his cheeks reddened.
"That's beautiful!"
Frozen for half a day, he suddenly said this in a trembling voice.
I looked down, the corners of my mouth lifting in an inexplicable curve.
"It's a goose feather snow that's been rare for decades!"
Taking in the shocking beauty before them, the other monks in the temple couldn't help but cheer in surprise.
Looking like I couldn't go back for the time being, I decided to stay at the temple for the night.
What I didn't realize at this point was that my life, from then on, would be turned upside down with this decision.
Siyu
Everyone calls me Gongzi Siyu.
Siyu, Siyu.
Whenever I hear people pronounce it that way, I always feel like it's calling out to someone else.
This strange feeling has always surrounded me, like an unfinished dream from a past life, which cannot be dispersed or driven away.
When I was still only ten years old, an old monk passed by my house, saw me, and asked my mother to take me away.
Naturally, I was met with wanton laughter from everyone in the mansion.
Since I was a child, my mother had always told me that in the future I was to go to the palace and become a great general.
My mother, she was the only daughter of Princess Pingyang's wet nurse. From a young age, she grew up in the Princess's residence. Princess Pingyang, on the other hand, is the most favored sister of the current Emperor.
The Princess promised her nursemaid that when I grew up, she would definitely recommend me to the palace in front of the Emperor.
So naturally, I am the hope of everyone in this house, and they are all counting on lending me a flying start.
So how could I be given to a crazy monk with a mouth full of nonsense?
"There is a give and take! Alas, keeping him would be a curse instead." The old monk sighed, on the verge of leaving, but then turned back, "Since you don't want to give it to me, then, foster him from a young age in front of the Buddha, perhaps tainted with the Buddha's light, you can avoid a disaster."
"You stinking monk, what nonsense?" The servants made a gesture to drive him away.
Mother, however, stopped it and asked worriedly, "Master, other than this, is there any other way to dissolve the situation?"
The old monk shook his head, his cloudy eyes an impenetrable mist: "There is no other way! If you want to preserve your son, it is best to give it to me to take away. Otherwise, it is hard to say what will happen in the future ......"
Mother, of course, could not let go of me.
But also never dared to forget the words of the old monk. So, after a serious illness when I was ten years old, she finally relented and sent me to this ancient temple to practice.
Unbeknownst to me, I have lived here for ten years.
Listening to the sound of the people chanting and the sound of the wooden fish, my heart became more and more silent like an ancient well.
Once in a while, I would look at a déjà vu cloud floating past the courtyard and get lost in thought. But more often than not, I used to be alone under the pear tree in the backyard of the temple to play the qin.
The ancient white jade seven-stringed zither, fingertips or heavy or light touch up, the music murmurs, always bring me some kind of déjà vu illusion.
As if, there was once such a person, countless times for me to stroke out all kinds of tunes, and now, it is my turn.
The days are far away like floating clouds.
The afternoon when all the pear blossoms in the temple were in full bloom, she suddenly appeared.
At the same time, there was a heavy snowfall that hadn't happened for a long time.
After the snow stopped falling, the courtyard was silent.
The half moon hung lightly in the sky, making the whole night as bright as day.
I sat under the tree and played the zither, unable to live up to the moonlight, the snow, and the pear blossoms.
At the end of the song, there was a déjà vu voice from behind me: "Sir, did you play 'The Beauty of Yu'?"
I did not turn around, because I recognized the voice, clearly is the daytime saw the girl.
Nodding softly, something began to rage in my chest.
"My lord, I would like to see your zither."
Coming closer and closer to the scent of her breath, she had come up behind me.
Perhaps I was possessed in that moment, my mind briefly blanked out as I panicked and picked up the seven-stringed zither and handed it over.
And so, had to make eye contact with her.
Under the night sky, such as the wash of the moon even more dazzling light, from her pair of absolutely beautiful eyes.
Perhaps having gained the essence of this snow and moon color, the pupils of those eyes, like the Milky Way in the sky that was drawn close to the sky, adorned with countless stars, did not look like they were owned by mortals.
Then I heard the sound of something falling to the ground.
It seemed very crisp in the stillness of the night.
"What's wrong?" I put down my violin in surprise and looked around at the sound.
The moon was bright.
On the white snowy ground, the beaded hairpin broken into two pieces was imprinted into my eyes.
It was because I was a bit abrupt that this hairpin fell down? I bent down to pick them up with some guilt.
Under the snow, the hairpins emitted a purple-black glow, and on the end section, a flower I had never seen before was engraved, which was beautiful but ominous.
Heart instantly rippled with a strange feeling, a time of mixed dust, as if not the first time to see, but it is difficult to remember exactly.
"Thank you!"
Without waiting for my words of apology to come out of my mouth, she had already said the words that shocked me: "Sir, it seems that we are really destined to be together! Thank you so much!" She raised her head and smiled brightly at me.
At that moment, my entire being completely froze!
I don't know if it was because of her strange words or the smile on her face.
"What did you say? I don't understand."
It took half a second before I struggled to get those few words out.
"Oh, you healed me of an 18-year disability, shouldn't I thank you?" She laughed again, pouring a garden full of pear blossom snow color in a flash.
Heart, thumping.
Heaven and earth, what in the twinkling of an eye has become different.
This is not a twenty-year wait, but more like a kind of ancient parting, the shock and overwhelmed by a sudden reunion.
Just at the corner of each other's eyes, but clearly there is a thousand mountains, ten thousand clouds of distance.
This is the first time I've seen a woman in my life, and I've never seen her in my life.
Since then, she has never come out.
It was only later that I finally came to believe that there are some things that cannot be avoided after all.
Even if you are invisible to the public, the person you are destined to meet will definitely break through all the barriers.
And, a lifetime of entanglement, until each other's bodies and minds pass away.
Unraveling the spell
The night is in love.
The sound of bells and the recitation of Buddhist scriptures were incessant, and in the midst of such cacophony, there was clearly another voice breaking through the air.
So he put on his coat and went out, slowly following the voice to the backyard of the temple.
The color of the moon is like this, and the flowers are like this.
The melancholy and ethereal sound of the zither flowed out from the snowy and elegant figure under the pear tree.
I recognized that it was a song that could make the grass dance.
Because of the disability of my hands, I have not practiced any musical instruments since I was a child, but this does not prevent me from learning for fun.
No matter how deep and difficult a piece was to grasp, I could memorize it after hearing it once.
And it was as if I had memorized this tune since birth. It was distinctly familiar, though I could not remember anyone ever playing it in front of me.
He sensed my arrival, but did not turn around.
I could tell by his slightly shaking shoulders that he was embarrassed at the moment. Living deep in a temple surrounded by Buddhist scriptures, but stroking out such meandering tunes to such snow and moonlight late at night like this, it was inevitable that he would be a bit rattled when someone bumped into him.
I walked toward the pear tree. Half of it was to relieve him, the other more, was to see the zither.
What kind of zither can play with such stirring power?
Listening to the sound of the zither, I expected it to be an excellent zither from ancient times.
But I didn't expect him to suddenly stand up and hand me the zither, and what I didn't expect was that I would subconsciously reach out for it.
On weekdays, I always fold my hands y in my sleeves. It's not that I'm afraid of being laughed at, but I want to be quiet, and I don't want to have a bunch of people following me at all times to see what's going on.
But at this moment, I actually forgot about the fact that I have a handicap in my hands.
Next, he must be waiting to see my joke.
But no.
Instead of the joke I predicted, something else happened that shocked me even more - my hands, which had been clenched into fists, miraculously opened the moment I reached out towards him!
The slender ten fingers, enchanting as snow under the moonlight, were white and beautiful, comparable to pear blossoms.
It was not an illusion of my eyes.
Because, there were two more broken bead hairpins on the snow!
The purple and black glow against the color of the snow made it impossible to ignore.
They had clearly fallen from the palm I had been holding tightly. I'm pretty sure that since birth, the reason I've never been able to keep my hands open is because I'm holding two very important things in my hands.
But I didn't realize that it was just two broken bead hairpins.
In my confused eyes, he had picked them up from the ground and explored them carefully.
At the end, he asked me softly, "Does Miss recognize the flower on this hairpin?"
"The flowers of the other shore. Haven't you heard of it, my lord?" I replied without hesitation.
"This is the flower of the other shore that blooms in the Yellow Springs?" His expression was stunned, and his face went a few shades whiter than snow, "Such an ominous flower, it's better for the young lady not to carry it on her body."
"Then, give it to you la, as a thank you gift to you."
"How can that be?" He waved his hands anxiously, losing his light and calm demeanor of the day.
"Why not?" But the more embarrassed I saw him, the more I couldn't hide my wanton smile, "You healed my hands, I naturally want to thank you. If you think the gift is too light, you can personally go to my family's residence to propose marriage, I would like to give my body in return."
His expression suddenly became half annoyed, half blushing, and he picked up his qin and was ready to turn and leave.
I hurriedly corrected my color, collected my description, and my voice followed the delicate and gentle, looking at the tree full of flowers and marveling, "This pear blossom is so beautiful. Sir, can I trouble you to pick a bunch of flowers for me?"
He obviously froze for a moment, and looked at me, who was almost like a different person from before, and finally reached out and picked a bunch of pear flowers on the branch and handed them to me.
The moment the blossoms left the branch, a flurry of snow followed and flew down, falling all over my head and his face under the tree.
The two people suddenly turned into "white head".
I couldn't help but laugh again, the heart of the tease again, slowly approaching his handsome face, exhaling like orchids: "Tonight, a few good times, a few beautiful scenery, sir, can you please stroke a song? I would like to do a dance for this snowy night."
Placing pear blossoms on her temples, she danced with long sleeves.
In contrast to the despondent etherealness of the previous Yu Beauty song, this time the music was tremulous and beautiful, and I sang as I danced:
The sun rises in the southeast corner of the world and shines on my Qin's building. There is a good girl in Qin's house, and she calls herself Luo Shi (罗敷).
Luoshi is fond of silkworms and picks mulberry in the south corner of the city. She was a silk worker who picked silkworms in the southern part of the city, and she tied them to her cage with green silk, and hooked them with cinnamon sticks.
With her head in a bonny bun, and the moon in her ears, Luo Shixi was a woman who loved silkworms. The light yellow silk is the lower skirt, and the purple silk is the upper jacket.
The walker, when he sees Roshi, takes off his hat and strokes his moustache. The young man saw Roshi and took off his hat and head ......
And when the music had stopped, my flying figure was still spinning on the snow, spinning again and again.
How can the world be finalized?
I never imagined that the young man living in seclusion in this temple would be the established legend of my life.
The hands, which had not been opened since birth, were freed from the spell in front of such a man.
From then on, I really can't waste this pair of flowery face that I was born with.
Style Weaver
The following evening, the snow gradually melted.
Her family sent someone to take her back.
I stood on the stone steps and watched her leave, the wind blew her body white as snow clothes, floating out of the dust.
It reminds me of the bouquet of pear blossoms that I picked off the branch last night.
At that time, the snowflakes that were disturbed overhead fell down one after another, coloring the tops of my head and hers white. At that instant, I was surprised to be reminded of the line of the poem that was widely circulated among the houses, "Wish to get a person of one's heart, white heads will not be separated."
But in my heart, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that we were just two pieces of dust that had collided by chance, and that we would become strangers again after nightfall.
But there are some emotions that seem to be gathering in the sky, like clouds, that are in love with some of the old things that were once on earth, and that will eventually come down to earth.
"Sir, what is your name?"
She suddenly folded back around and ran to me, so close that I could smell the fresh scent of pear blossoms on her temples.
"I ......" I hesitated expectantly, but she had already winked wryly, her crystal eyes overflowing with laughter, "Siyu, right?"
I froze.
And then it occurred to me that she must have asked the people in the temple a long time ago, and now she was deliberately teasing me like this.
I don't know why, but I didn't feel annoyed, instead, there was a different kind of emotion spreading in my heart.
"In the future, can I come to see you more often?" She smiled and laughed, and asked again when she was about to leave.
At a loss for words, I only remember saying "I've always lived in the temple" in a vague and confused manner, and my face suddenly became hot.
"Good. I want to hear you play again."
In fact, why wouldn't I want to see her marvelous dance again? Only, I don't have the courage to say it like she did.
Until her elegant figure has completely disappeared in the vast white snow, I still stand in the night wind for a long time.
I learned that she was the daughter of the Zhao family, whose beauty was known far and wide, but whose hands were handicapped.
When I look back at last night, I can see that her hand does not seem to be different, is the moonlight compelling my eyes to blur?
It was a moment in time when I remembered the moment of the snow, when a soft, boneless fist grazed my cheek, and my heart skipped a beat somehow.
Is it really in vain to smell the incense in the temple for ten years?
I couldn't help but condemn myself this way this tossing and turning night.
Perhaps it was because of the wind and cold at night, the next morning, I unexpectedly started a high fever.
And it came on strong.
This time the situation is more serious than ten years ago when I was very sick, the presiding master did not dare to have the slightest negligence, and immediately sent someone to my home to deliver the letter.
At noon the palanquin that was to receive me arrived.
So, one day apart, along the same road, I also left the temple to go down the mountain.
At this time, I did not know that the young girl who broke the peace of my life would be entangled with me in more marvelous twists and turns in the years to come.
Perhaps, there is an invisible hand manipulating everything.
Please accept this as a satisfactory answer.