Sad Jiangnan

The yearning and reverie for beauty is the most beautiful and hazy scenery of that era.Both men and women are good. The makeup on the face should be exquisite and in place, so as to give off a sense of nobility.Whether the color and texture of the clothes are harmonious or not is the rule of the family. In spring and autumn, thick and gorgeous colors should be worn, while in winter and summer, it is better to wear thin and elegant clothes.If there is inheritance from the predecessors and ancestors, naturally they will not make ridiculous mistakes.To travel in a beautiful and gorgeous car, the skirt is outside, gorgeous and dazzling, so that people can never forget it.The people in the hall come and go between the halls, and the colors of the clothes also match the interior layout, which is as beautiful as a famous painting.

There should be more autumn flowers in the courtyard than spring flowers, so that autumn will not be too lonely when everything is dying.In summer, fireflies are caught to fill the garden, and in early autumn, crickets sing, and the ears, nose, mouth and eyes are blessed, which is especially beautiful.The incense is blended with many fragrances. When others smell the fragrance and visit, they don't know the source of the fragrance.Dharma masters who lecture on the scriptures should have a beautiful appearance.If an ugly monk teaches the listener to be perfunctory, he will be suspected of blaspheming Buddhism.People who sing and dance should have a clear voice and a well-proportioned figure, and this is probably the reason.

So, rather than saying that beauty is the support of the spiritual world, it is better to say that being unbeautiful is an atrocity against human nature.Needless to say, this is an ugly crime.Showing ugly things in front of noble people is undoubtedly a deliberate and vicious harm.That kind of ugliness is punished by capital punishment is by no means inconsistent with the current law.So, what exactly is the definition of ugly?According to the above statement, when discussing the definition of beauty in terms of the face, if the unmodified true appearance is not used as the verification standard, beauty seems to be completely subjective.Of course, mere appearance is ugly, and it must not be called ugly.Just imagine that ugliness is the opposite of beauty. If there is a fragrance of harmony in the elegant and peaceful West Hall, the evening wind blowing into the room lightly hits the lower edge of the bamboo curtain. On three or two pieces of Chinese paper, write In half of the Chinese poems, the thin strings of the zither make a "russling" sound due to the wind. Fujinaka Nayan should be a moderate, even beautiful existence.

At the beginning of winter, there are mages giving lectures in the palace. It is the time when the officials come and go frequently, and the family secretary is interested in pioneering.You can stay in it for a long time, and you can always see new things, which is what Fujitsusuke likes the most.Therefore, I often exchange letters with the female princesses and exchange small gifts, and I never tire of it.But Fuji Quansuke is not willing to be a mediocre person who competes with other lovers and is jealous.Therefore, the friendship ends in letters, and sometimes they do not approve in interviews.Therefore, it is very disappointing, so letters gradually become rare, and there are only a few people who can tell their feelings.

If asked by a good person, "I feel like I'm learning something, why do I do this?" Fuji Gonsuke just replied, "There are a lot of things to learn." It seems that he is very strong, unwilling Show weakness.Doesn't seem to care much about his reputation either.

One frosty night, at the east gate, I met a bullock cart that also came home. The cart was elegantly decorated with purple curtains.Fujikonsuke thought, "He always leaves early and returns late recently. What is he doing? Just don't do what I think." When he got off the car, he saw his brother coming out of the bullock cart, wearing a A cherry-colored dress with a pattern of protruding rattan flowers, and Su Fang's fingernails are shining brightly. Just seeing the back like this is very radiant.There was a strong aroma again, and the sweetness of Chunbing in memory was sent over like flowing water, and Fujikonsuke stood there in a daze.

With the help of the torch at the door, Fuji Quansuke found a small piece of something exposed in his brother's clothes.Of course, he also lived like a fish in water among the white walls and red rafters, so he knew clearly that it was the handle of a paper fan.Because I got it in a hurry, I stuck it obliquely in my clothes, so the handle of the fan was slightly tilted.

Fuji Gonsuke asked Daishin Dingguang, "Is it the cypress fan when you go out in the morning?" Dajin hesitated and did not answer, and then said, "I don't know."

Fuji Quansuke simply said, "That fan is not yours." He said it very loudly, lest someone might not be able to hear you clearly.But those who don't want to listen to this, do their own thing as usual.My brother will soon be walking into Nishi's room.Fuji Quansuke had no choice but to take a longer step, and stretched out his arm suddenly, seeing that the distance between his finger and the handle of the fan was very small.The elder brother turned his body sideways suddenly, and his fingers landed in the air in vain.

The elder brother turned his head and looked at Fuji Quansuke.Fujitsusuke thought to himself, would he talk to me in that tone as if he was asking about other people's affairs?This was probably the idea from the very beginning.In fact, I would like to hear such a tone.

But my brother didn't say anything, just looked at it for a while, then turned and walked away.Dingguang Dajin followed up clumsily, bringing the bamboo curtains in the corridor to "plop", and soon, like a bride who was ashamed to see others, the sound suddenly stopped.

Fujikonsuke got a little angry, and suddenly took heavy steps, and with an even heavier "bang", Nishi's door closed.

At dawn the next day, Fuji Quansuke summoned Ding Guangda to come over, but there was no news.I was notified several times, and finally I walked the corridor step by step, and came like a lazy man driving a cow.Fuji Gonsuke was sitting on the throne during the day, the sleeves spread flat on his knees and the tatami mat.Seeing this scene, Dingguang Dajin naturally lowered his head very low, but Fuji Gonsuke had a smile on his face and asked softly, "I went out yesterday, where did I go?"

In fact, Fuji Quansuke knew very well in his heart that yesterday morning, the purple betel nut cart slowly drove into the Jianchun Palace Gate in Ouchi under his watchful eyes, leaving sandalwood incense scattered like sparse lotus leaves along the way.

Dingguang Dajin said, "Yesterday...should...have gone to Hongmei Palace."

Fuji Quansuke said, "Why don't you even remember what happened yesterday. In this way, the palace is giving lectures, what are you going to do in Hongmei Palace?"

Da Jin said, "Oh, I don't know. You should go to the palace. How could you go to the Hongmei Palace? The Hongmei Palace has something important to look for the young master."

"It will be the day of making a wish soon, followed by the day of Geng Shen. The people in the hall are all wearing grand clothes, and they come to Qingliang Hall to report every day. Brother shouldn't go out with such an irregular fan, right? But I am here He was nowhere to be found in the palace. Tell me the truth, to which lady did he go?"

But Dingguang Dajin couldn't explain anything clearly, and repeated vaguely, "I don't know."

Fujitsusuke said, "I'm asking you this way, what is written on the paper fan you exchanged with someone?"

Dingguang Dajin lowered his head, "Young master's fan is not good for writing."

Fujikonsuke's tone eased, "Aiya, aiya. Is that why you don't want to tell me the truth? If you tell me, will I do something to hurt my brother?" If you said it before, your heart would beat, but now it's easy. slipped out of the mouth.

Dingguang Daijin raised his eyes to look at Fuji Gonsuke, the kind of smile that proclaimed warmth made Dajin's eyes immediately shift to other places, dodging.

"Okay, listen to me once. This is a major event related to my brother's life."

Dajin's shoulders trembled a little, and he grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands.

Fujikura said, "Let me tell you the truth, even if you don't admit it, I know it well."

Da Jin still said, "That's it. Yesterday, I only said that I had something important to do. I didn't know why I was going to the Hongmei Palace, so I drove the car there and didn't come back until dark."

"Where's the cypress fan? The one with the scent of sandalwood, the one with the pine tree painted on it, the one my brother uses most often in dresses, find it for me."

Before the words finished, Dingguang Dajin quickly stood up and ran out of the house.Of course, Fuji Quansuke had no time to stop him, seeing his back shrinking and disappearing.Fuji Quansuke thought, "He is not my servant, and there is really no need to report the itinerary to me." Thinking about it this way, he felt that the rustling autumn wind from outside became docile and lovely.The matter of my brother's relationship with the Changqiao Bureau, even with a few words in the palace gate, can spell out a complete picture.

The layout work done in the palace before, and the female officials who made friends everywhere, all played a role at this time.Fuji Quansuke closed the door of his room and wrote poems day and night.The letter was quickly sent out by the servants, and most of them received the return song.

I heard from a well-connected wife that the Changqiao Bureau has often been communicating with someone recently, and in the middle of the night, she can also be seen walking on her knees, admiring the moon with great interest.According to another servant, Fujinaka Nayan has been visiting their residences recently, which is very strange.

Therefore, Fuji Quansuke thought to himself, now go to inquire about some news in the palace, because there are women everywhere who like to write diaries and talk about family affairs, it is especially easy to know.I understand this very well, so why would I make such an immature move to question Ding Guangdajin?When Da Jin looked at himself, the facts clearly appeared in his eyes.I used to think that after I was crowned, some indescribable things would definitely change.For example, the relationship with women or one or two of the status in the palace.But now it seems that if he has nothing to improve, the only thing that has changed is his appearance.

When he was upset, he felt that every thing in this room, in the conflict between objectivity and reverie, turned into an independent individual, with limbs and faces growing out, giving him a panoramic view of his incompetence.Those eyes were Nadeko's frightened and dry tears.

Fujikonsuke is now afraid of the night.But the strange thing is that I can't tell where I am afraid.But when the sunset comes, the night will gradually engulf the sky, and Fuji Gonsuke's ethereal and transparent heart will float to the dome like the moon.There must be a Qionglou between night and day.The heavy black like mourning clothes is like a long silk coiled around his throat. It turns out that the night is the feeling of dying.Just as the masked elder brother couldn't leave the wilderness filled with coldness, Fujikonsuke couldn't expose himself alone under the boundless black.

He finally thought, rather than saying that I was born into such a family is a kind of luck, it is better to say that this family is tailor-made for me.As the long night begins, beautiful lanterns are lit up one by one.

At the same time, my brother must be in that kind of more bright and gentle village.Assuming that this is a kind of mutual affection, who has the right to prevent the exchange of friendship?

The Changqiao Bureau from the countryside may have suffered a lot when he went to work in the capital.Although the tone of speech is the same as that of the nobleman, every sentence must be carefully thought out for a long time.If I were to write a song of return for someone like my brother, I would have to go around in a panic asking people to borrow a collection of books such as the Manyoshu or the Ogura Hyakuinichi.Even if you try to observe it many times, you will not be able to imitate it.I racked my brains to write it. At first glance, there is something remarkable, but at second glance, it is almost the same as doggerel.In the end, do you have the nerve to beg other women to do it?The fan that I exchanged with my brother must be a well-designed female painting. Even though it is still a vulgar thing in my opinion, and it is not even as good as my own handwriting, it is still collected by my brother as a treasure.

Seeking a good way to soothe the spirit in the fantasy dream woven by passion/desire, such a person is looked down upon by Fujitsusuke.When he imagined his brother humbly trying to please that girl, Fuji Quansuke felt uncontrollable sadness in his heart.

When did my brother become like this, and when did he become like that?Because the changes are too frequent, the unfamiliar understanding becomes as far away as the other side of the sea of ​​suffering because of the excessive frequency.Every day in Fuji Quansuke's consciousness, he is worried about the constantly updated unknown existence.Because of a trick he played, Changqiao Bureau is in a dream like a fairyland, and the young man who looks like a beautiful girl embraces her in the shadow of vine flowers and pine trees.Therefore, she will beg her brother to open the mask repeatedly.As I said in my own words, "The true face you didn't teach me to see originally belonged to the heavenly world. Lest this mundane dust will stain you, so hide your face behind the mask."

How would you respond if you were a brother?If you didn't run away immediately, you might say, "I'm a useless and ugly person. Maybe I committed too many evils in my previous life. Only now can I have God's mercy to teach you such a kind and considerate person to come to my house." around."

But the curtains on the tents trembled, and a slender palm opened the barrier between the two.The Nagahashi bureau, full of spring thoughts, is showing itself in front of Fujinaka Nayan for the first time in a budding state.Because of my brother's indifference, the flower was almost withered due to shame.Where did he hate her?Is it because his face is not beautiful enough, his body is not beautiful enough, or his talent and virtue cannot match him?At first glance, Changqiao Bureau seems to be perfect and beyond reproach.After a closer look, I feel that neither good nor bad, good and bad.What is worthy of praise is actually very mediocre, and what is originally mediocre does not necessarily teach people how hateful it is.If such a person marries into an ordinary family, although it will not be said to be flourishing, it is not necessarily a good match.

Nagahashi Bureau naturally thought in his heart that the relationship between me and Nayan Fujinaka is not favored by others, and it is a matter of course.But at the beginning, he didn't expect to be his regular wife, so why did he treat me with such an attitude?This taught me how heartbroken.

The hand that was lifting the curtain seemed to be about to let go.It was only then that Fujinaka Nayan paced forward as if he had just woken up from a dream. His tall body squeezed into the room, and Nagahashi Bureau couldn't help but take a few steps back.Fujinaka Nayan stood still on the spot without moving, with his clenched hands placed beside him, unconsciously reminiscent of the words of "a person who doesn't understand style".Fujinaka Nayan was as depressed as a man who fell into the water.

Could it be that the affectionate poems he wrote were all written by others?After some time, I finally sat down.The two of them didn't know what to say for a while, Nagahashi saw the back of Fujinaka Nagon's hands were red and tightly collapsed on his knees, and said to him, "If it's hot in the room, just take off the mask .”

Even though it was a very small voice, it still pierced into Teng Nagon's ears verbatim.

"It's impossible," Fujinaka Nayan lowered his head, and the lower edge of the mask rested on his neck, making a heavy "bang" sound, "I have no way to take this mask off."

The Long Bridge Bureau asked, "Do you want to wear it on your face all your life?"

"The only person who is not afraid of my face is no longer in this world."

"Is this disease really that terrible?"

"This is an unimaginable disease for ordinary people. As long as you see my face, even for a short moment, it will leave indelible scars in your heart."

"I don't believe in the existence of that disease. Why don't you take off the mask and let me find out? In this way, it will be very clear whether you are afraid or not."

Having said that, Fujinaka Nayan did not answer.The Changqiao Bureau thought, after all, he really doesn't want to face this kind of problem. Every time I bring it up on purpose, it always looks like this.I feel very unhappy.It is gratifying, but today I clearly saw the appearance of the mask.I don't know where I heard that the appearance of such a mask was made according to Fujinaka Nayan's appearance.Under the current twilight, the golden eyes painted heavily on the mask seemed to be reciting a poem of love to himself.

The Changqiao Bureau climbed to the edge of the mask with hands like vines, and there seemed to be a flash of panic on the smiling mask.Fujinaka Nayan stood up abruptly, and the mask rose to the height of the air. He turned around, and the mask was hidden behind him.The Changqiao Bureau quickly said, "Actually, I know very well what you are thinking. But you don't understand what is in my heart at all. You don't understand from the beginning to the end. What I look like is the same as me. not important……"

In this short period of time, Fujinaka Nayan's figure had disappeared behind the curtain, only the footsteps beside his ears were exceptionally clear.

So, when did you see Fujinaka Nayan's appearance as you wished?As stated at the beginning of the article, it is natural to connect.

The previous unsatisfactory departure without saying goodbye was actually far from the time when we would never see each other again.The private messengers in the palace came and went frequently, precisely because Fujinaka Nayan often sent gifts of condolences.What can make a woman happy is nothing more than fresh flower branches, fine silk and satin, and incense balls bestowed by the emperor.But often things that can teach people to sincerely like them are always different and precious.Regardless of the ladies of ordinary families, it must be a kind of pain for a low-talking female official like a servant to bear too much.

The Changqiao Bureau pretended to accept the things, and then entrusted the retainers who ran errands to return the things when they wrote back.On a certain day, Ding Guang Dajin approached her, "If I don't accept it at all, how can I make it look good?"

The Long Bridge Bureau replied, "It's really not a rule to accept something that shouldn't be accepted."

Da Jin said, "Isn't it good to treat it as a reward from the middle palace or the lord? Why can those rewards be accepted so easily?"

This Dingguang Dajin's mouth is very stupid, and he didn't hear it once or twice.The day when Fujinaka Nayan was in the same room with him was also an embarrassment comparable to the situation here, and the Nagahashi Bureau couldn't help but think of the eloquent Fujikonsuke.

Changqiao Bureau said, "Anyway, take it back." Afraid that he might not understand, he continued, "I'll just pretend I haven't heard that."

Da Jin also seemed to feel that the examples he gave were inappropriate, so he lowered his head and said nothing.There was a "rustling" sound in the room, and the Changqiao Bureau seemed to have taken out a pocket paper and was writing something.Dajin suddenly thought of something, and said to the Long Bridge Bureau, "Even so, there are some things you should accept."

"Let's take it back." The Changqiao Bureau's tone was tired.

Dajin said, "Just like adults, I am not good at treating others. After all, the period of illness was very painful, and adults are unfortunate people. This kind of misfortune is brought about by the never-ending loneliness. Please forgive me Alright."

There was only the sound of "rustling" in the surroundings, Da Jin waited quietly outside the curtain, and the Changqiao Bureau suddenly called out, "Hello."

Da Jin asked, "What's wrong?"

"Let me ask you a question."

Da Jin said, "If the reply letter doesn't go well, I'll get it later."

It is true that the usual letters take a long time to write, but this time the letter has actually been written.The Changqiao Bureau did not explain the idleness, and said, "You should have seen the appearance of the unfortunate man."

Da Jin let out an "ah".

Changqiao Bureau asked, "So, what's it like?" while clutching his sleeves tightly.Whenever this question came up, she felt an urgent uneasiness.

Da Jin said, "Just like that."

Just like that, which one does it look like? "Eyes, nose, mouth, what are they like?"

"If you want me to say it with my mouth, there is no way to say it."

It’s true that there are some difficulties, but it’s not just that you can’t explain it at all. The Changqiao Bureau changed the way of asking, “Is it similar to a mask?”

Dajin hesitantly responded.The letter attached to the incense ball by Jiang from the Changqiao Bureau was half handed out, and a corner of the paper happened to be exposed in the gap between the curtains and screens.Da Jin wanted to get it, but the corner of the paper retracted again.

Changqiao Bureau said, "You have always spoken in a pompous tone, I really don't like it." Da Jin didn't take it seriously, and reached out to get the letter again, but Changqiao Bureau still refused to give it.What should I do, should I tell her the truth?Da Jin swallowed his saliva, tried to make a sound in his throat, "My lord..." he stopped talking.

What's the matter?Still the Longbridge Bureau didn't know, she threw the letter under the curtain, and she didn't speak.Da Jin felt very sorry for her, and thought again, this person may not be able to see the real face of the young master, so why not make some beautiful fictions instead of saying something disappointing and ruining his reputation?Da Jin replied solemnly, "The mask is just made according to the appearance of the adult, and the appearance of the adult is very similar to that."

After speaking, he took the letter and went back.