People call the first month after marriage "honeymoon", which makes sense. Just like Wang Changling and Furong now, since the first night of their wedding, they have let go and released the passion that has been accumulated in their bodies for a long time. The extremely strange passion between the sexes, the hunger and thirst that tortured them all the time before marriage. has been significantly relieved. Now, the couple is together every day and can do whatever they want at night. No matter which party wants to hug or kiss the other party, they can do it immediately. During the day, the couple can stay in the new house and do whatever they like, such as hugging each other and smelling the fragrance of each other's bodies, pinching or patting certain parts of each other's bodies with their hands; you can always take out some good If you want to eat something that satisfies your appetite, you can pass the time with things like melon seeds and peanuts that won’t fill your belly. If you want to be more elegant, you can also bring out your own poetry exercises for the couple to enjoy together. If you don’t want to lock the two of you in the room, you can also take some snacks and go outside for a walk, go to the woods outside the village to get some fresh air and look at the scenery. If you are farther away, you can go to the shade of the willows in Bashang to be romantic.
Now, there are no secrets between the couple, the whole body has been fully open to her or him, and many of the inner thoughts before marriage have been told to him or her, and now I can only say It's fried rice, but lovers like fried rice.
The couple told stories about their childhood without reservation. Brother Chang Ling said that once, when he was playing with some good playmates in the village, someone suddenly suggested that he should act in a play, playing the role of an emperor seeking a wife. Since I was taller than the other playmates, everyone recommended me to play the role. The emperor, the girl who everyone thought was the prettiest among the three playmates played the role of the emperor’s wife, so that beautiful girl played the role of my wife. We used a big wooden board as a dragon bed, and several playmates acted as courtiers. They helped me and the beautiful girl lie down on the dragon bed, and then we hugged each other to sleep...
When Brother Chang Ling said this, Furong raised her fist and hammered Brother Chang Ling's thigh, and kept saying: "Brother Chang Ling, you are such a greedy person!, Brother Chang Ling, you are such a greedy person! You learned bad things at a young age. !”
Brother Chang Ling laughed loudly: "Tell me the story about you playing the bride and riding in the sedan chair?" Furong's face immediately turned red, regretting that she had told Brother Chang Ling about her childhood incident yesterday. It turns out that when Furong was four or five years old, her mother took her to a theater where she acted as a sedan bearer. The next day, she was playing with some neighbor children. Everyone talked about the scene of carrying a sedan chair last night, so everyone imitated the scene in the play and carried the sedan chair. But what if there is no sedan chair? So four boys held hands, and Fleur acted as the bride and sat on the four boys' wrists. By the way, there was also a boy wearing a big red flower on his chest to play the role of the groom. Hibiscus sat on the wrists of the four boys, and everyone carried the sedan chair around with babbling sounds. Furong laughed while talking, and finally she laughed so much that she couldn't stand still, and buried her head in Brother Changling's arms...
One night. Chang Ling was doing that with Furong. Furong suddenly remembered the baby in her belly, so she pushed Chang Ling down with her hands and said, "No!, I have forgotten about the baby in my belly these days. Chang Ling Brother, listen to the noise. Did you crush the baby? Listen!"
Brother Chang Ling obediently put his ear close to Fu Rong's belly and listened carefully for a while, then said seriously: "It's okay, the baby is still laughing in the belly and learning to speak, but you reminded me well, we should pay attention in the future. "
"Why pay attention?"
"Let's do it like this. When I do that next time, I will support my body with my hands and don't press the baby." After Chang Ling said this, he set an example on Furong.
Furong has been in the Wang family for more than ten days, and she has become familiar with Changling's younger brothers and sisters. On this day, Furong was with several younger brothers and sisters again. Suddenly, Furong's heart moved: Why do the names of these Wang siblings seem so familiar? Impossible, by the way, these names seem to appear in the same poem. Furong immediately took out Brother Chang Ling's book "Selected Poems of Ancient and Modern Famous Masters". When she turned to page 123, she found that it was Wang Bo's "Song of Plucking Lotus", so she hurriedly called Chang Ling: "Brother Chang Ling, come here. look."
Changling approached Furong and saw Furong reading Wang Bo's "Lotus Plucking Song": "What? What did you find?"
"Read this poem again."
Changling said: "Do I still need to read this poem? It doesn't matter if I memorize it backwards. Listen: 'Guests are marching through the mountains and pass, and thousands of rivers are cold outside and inside. Asking the common people. He's the daughter of Fufeng, Yue Ji Wu' ,..."
"Okay, okay, are you really reciting it backwards? Who can understand? I mean, why do all the sisters of your Wang family use words from this song "Lotus Plucking Song" as their names? Look, Lotus Leaf, Luo Ye Qun, Cai Lian, Yan Fei, Ye Cui, and Shamei, aren't their names all in this poem?"
"So it's like this. You have discovered the secret of my Wang family. Let me tell you, since Wang Bo is my grandfather in Taiyuan, Shanxi, my grandfather and my father both value Grandpa Wang Bo's poems and like Wang Bo very much. My grandfather’s poems, so when my grandfather and my father named their offspring, they all used words from the poems. So..."
"Returning from picking lotus, wearing green water and lotus clothes." The little aunt named Cailing recited the first two sentences.
"The autumn wind stirs the waves and the wild geese fly away." My sister Yanfei took over.
"The osmanthus and orchids are under the Changpu River, and Luo Qun's jade wrist gently shakes the oar." Luo Qun continued.
"Yeyu Flower Pond is extremely flat, and the river is blowing more and more. Lovesickness is painful. Lovesickness is painful, and good times cannot stay. The soldiers outside the Great Wall have not yet returned. It is already dusk to collect lotus in the south of the Yangtze River. It is already dusk to collect lotus. The canal will be full of prostitutes now. The mulberry leaves in the south of the official road are like picking lotus flowers on the river. The lotus flowers are like lotus flowers, and the flowers and leaves are so dense." Several sisters recited in unison.
"Ye Cui has a shy eyebrow, but the flowers are as strong as her cheeks." Four-year-old Ye Cui and two-year-old shy sister recited these two sentences together.
"The beautiful woman is not here, and I look forward to the separation. I hold the flowers to pity the common stems, and break the lotus roots to love the silk. The old feelings are nowhere to be found, and new things come from the flowers. I don't hesitate to pay tribute to Xi Jin, but I am ashamed of the late wild geese in the North Sea. There is a song about picking lotus. Festival, the night of picking lotus was not rested. It happened to be the wind on the mighty river, and it was also the time when Pei returned to the river to go up to the moon. Pei returned to Lianpu at night and met, Wu Ji Yue's daughter He Fengrong. We asked the Hanjiang thousands of miles away, how heavy the road to the mountain is. "The sisters finished memorizing the following poem.
The scene of the sisters taking turns reciting poems shocked Furong! Furong thought to herself, no wonder I am married to Brother Changling. It turns out that my name is in the first line of this poem, "Returning from picking lotus, clothed in green water and lotus." "Although Cai Lian is not very old, he is our elder, and among our peers, I, Furong, am the eldest." destiny? This is life, right? This is fate. I am his family? "Fu Rong started thinking wildly.
"Don't be in a daze, take a look at this again." Changling handed Furong a small notebook.
Furong looked at the inscriptions on the notebook, and her eyes suddenly shone with surprise: "Brother Changling, do you also write poetry?
"It's fun to write, so consider it my homework."
Furong has opened Brother Chang Ling's poetry exercises and saw the song "Lotus Picking Song" at the very beginning:
"The lotus leaf skirt is cut in the same color, and the hibiscus is spread to both sides of the face. You can't see it when you enter the pool, but you don't know anyone is coming until you hear the song."
Furong slapped her thigh: "Great! Brother Changling, you are a great poet now, how can you write such a good poem?" The lotus leaf skirt was cut in one color, and Furong opened it to both sides of her face. She entered the pool randomly. I couldn't see it, but I realized someone was coming when I heard the song. 'Great, great! You have already written me Furong in your poems. Brother Changling, Brother Changling, what does it say to you when you call me Furong?" Furong thought more and more. The more excited he became, the tears were already flashing in his eyes.
"In just four sentences, you included me and the three sisters in Lotus Ye Luoqun? And the idea is so clever, isn't it too difficult?" Furong thought.
"Can you tell me what you mean?" Brother Changling asked Furong.
"I'm afraid I can't tell. Brother Changling, please tell us."
"Okay, who said I am your brother Changling? "Lotus Picking Song" is an old title of Yuefu poems, also known as "Lotus Picking Girl", "Lotus Picking Woman by the Lake", etc., and is the seventh chapter of "Jiangnan Lane" One of the songs, the content mainly describes the scenery of the water country in the south of the Yangtze River, the working life style of the lotus-picking girls, and their pursuit of pure love." Wang Changling paused and continued:
"The description technique used in this song "Song of Picking Lotus" is different from that of "Song of Picking Lotus" in Yuefu in the Southern Dynasty. The difference is that the Southern Dynasty method uses line drawing, while I use the contrasting technique in this poem. You see, the lotus leaves The dresses of the lotus-picking girls are almost as if they are cut from the same color material. Are they all green? The hibiscus here does not refer to you, my wife, but to the lotus. The lotus-picking girls enter the lotus Behind the pond, I couldn’t tell which was the lotus leaf and which was the clothes, which was the lotus and which was the human face, and I didn’t know they were coming until I heard the singing.”
"Who's coming?"
"Aunt Lotus and your Lotus." Brother Changling laughed, and all the sisters present laughed.
"If you want me to speak in a lyrical tone, you can also say this: 'A group of lotus-picking girls wore skirts with the same color as the green lotus leaves. The pink lotus reflected the bright faces of the girls. They were mixed in the pond. It’s hard to spot, until you hear the girls singing, you know someone is coming out.”
Wang Changling's explanation brought Furong and the sisters into beautiful imagination.
Wang Changling added: "Picking lotus is an interesting job for women in the Jiangnan area, so there are many poems with the theme of lotus picking. I can give you a few examples. One is Cui Guofu, a poet of this dynasty. The first five-character quatrain, "Lotus Picking Song: Jade Flowers Fighting for Their Hair," is very well written: "The jade flowers are competing for their hair, and the water in the golden pond flows turbulently. We are afraid of losing each other when we meet, and we go on a magnolia boat together." There is also Liu Fangping, a poet of this dynasty. "Song of Lotus Picking: Sunset on the Clear River": "On the clear river at sunset, the Jingge song is beautiful and the waist is beautiful. I have been accustomed to picking lotus since I was a child, and I rode the tide at the age of fifteen." It is also a good poem describing lotus picking."
Furong continued to look through Brother Chang Ling's exercises and discovered another song "Lotus Picking Song" written by Chang Ling:
"Wu Ji Yue is more beautiful than Chu Princess, and she is fighting for the lotus boat to wet her clothes. When she comes, she will be welcomed by Pukou flowers, and she will be sent home after harvesting them at the head of the river."
"Brother Changling, why do you like writing "Lotus Plucking Song" so much and write it so well?"
"Who calls my wife a hibiscus? Isn't the lotus a hibiscus? Who calls me Wang Changling a lotus picker? Oh, I remember, ancient poets especially like to write about hibiscus, such as Cao Zhiyou's "Fu Rong Fu" during the Three Kingdoms era During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Bao Zhao of the Southern Dynasty also wrote a poem "Ode to Furong", and Xiao Tong of the Southern Dynasty wrote "Plucking Furong across the River". If you are interested in Furong, your brother Changling is willing to teach you."
"Okay! Furong just likes to learn poetry from Brother Changling."
This is the honeymoon, the years as sweet as honey. However, everyone who has experienced a honeymoon has a common feeling: the honeymoon time passes too quickly.
