Reflections on the autobiographical novel Six Chapters of a Floating Life

The sky seems to be snowing, Shen Fu is sitting by the fire, and the rice wine on the stove is steaming with sweet water. It's like a spring dream. No trace? . There seems to be a floral fragrance in the wine, and the warm apricot fragrance is pumped all the way to the meeting in early spring.

That day, he accompanied his mother to his aunt's house, and her mother chatted with her aunt. When she is bored, she takes a walk in the back garden. There are still fragrant flowers in the air after last night's rain. Shen Fu walked along the path to a bamboo pavilion. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and a thin vegetarian dish on the table blew at his feet. There is a small preface on it, and there is no lack of daughter's lovely charm in the clear and gratifying artistic conception. There is a sentence after the poem? Hey? . Suddenly there is temperature and weight, like a warm jade in the palm of your hand. Looking for the back garden everywhere, in the background of a pool of water, the girl under the flowers is faint in beauty, the grass is green and the skirt is green. He was self-reliant, but there was no word to describe the scene at that time. He watched from a distance, silently moved, moved at that age who didn't know what it was.

He naturally guessed the identity of the woman in front of him and was also the owner of this poem. He is a cousin he has never met, only a few months older than him, with a single name. Hey? Words. From then on, he called him? Mom? .

It began to snow and rustle outside the window. ? Plum blossoms reflect snow, and the years in the mountains have to be exposed. . Every year when plum blossoms snow, she always says this, and her eyes are as clear as if they are still in this wine.

He finally married a mother, until he opened the red robe and saw the face that he missed day and night, and his trance-like heart settled down. ? Choose a wife for your son, don't you marry a non-Shu sister? Everyone thought it was a joke when they were young, but today, they have proved their sincerity.

Married life is far more poetic than he imagined. Mother is such a talented woman, and she also helps men all over the world freely. Gambling books, splashing tea and enjoying in the garden are really boring, so we went to see the autumn tide in Qiantang and the moon shadow in Canglang Pavilion. On New Year's Day and Lantern Festival, my mother wore a hat and tied up her long hair, and her brow was somewhat heroic. Holding a plain fan in her hand, she pretended to be a man and swam the Lantern Festival. Snuff is like the sky, people come and go, she poured a woman, and the woman wanted to scream indecent assault. The nun grabbed the woman's sleeve and pulled her dress back to show her feet. I'm a woman too? . Cute and charming is self-evident.

Shen Fu despises those wooden fish heads that only write eight-part essays. He likes to write interesting stories about boudoir, not to be famous, but even to laugh at himself? Not enterprising? Turn your people's life into a beautiful painting. These casual memories that ordinary people despise are treasured by their mothers. The two discussed Mei Qi and her story-telling, but they had difficulty in naming the anthology. Mother laughed at the couch: the husband of heaven and earth is the inverse of everything. Time flies, and a hundred generations have passed. And floating like a dream, for joy geometry? This is a poem by Li Bai.

The snow outside the window is falling faster and faster, and the wine on the stove is boiling. ? There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a ray of red in the quiet stove. This is her favorite poem. Among the five-character poems, she likes Bai Letian best, and Yuefu songs like Li Bai best. He joked when discussing poetry in those years. I have three words. Why don't you stay with me? White? Is it meant to be? She beamed: The white word is predestined friends, and she is afraid of the white word (don't) in the future. ? For Shen Fu who is sitting alone now, this kind of banter is not only joy, but also disgusting.

Such a comfortable life didn't last long after all. After going to Deng Shi that year, my mother was seriously ill, and Shen Fu was also infected with chronic diseases. The way of making a living by painting and calligraphy can no longer support this family, so Shen Fu has to travel far and wide and become a public guest. On the Chinese Valentine's Day of reunion, he sent two seals, one for Zhu Wen and the other for Bai Wen, both of which were printed. The two little characters hug each other tightly, like a lotus flower. ? May you be husband and wife forever. . He listened to her quietly. He can't give her a rich and luxurious life, only the seals carved by these two parties and the promise of a lifetime. A Zhu, a Bai, once my heart didn't turn into a mosquito blood on the wall, so there was a picture of life and poetry at the foot of my bed, but she was slightly bitter.

The fire in the stove has gone out and the snow seems to have stopped. Just like poetry wine took advantage of the days of youth, it was only a long time of greed, but now it can't be found anywhere.

Mother's frankness is free and easy, not secular, just like a thorn, piercing the surface of women in the world. She gradually missed her mother, and the multiple blows of her brother's death and her mother's funeral made her anxious and depressed, which eventually became a hidden disease. Although looking for a prescription everywhere, it is still difficult to stop all this from falling. After all, she went with mixed feelings, and there was no end to the words, only intermittent repetition? The afterlife? .

The afterlife, the afterlife? What is this unfinished sentence? This is a broken chapter that doesn't need to be written, but it still echoes on Ge. She kept that oath until she died. How could he forget it?

I dare not forget, nor dare I look back. With such a pot of light wine, he was drunk, drunk in no one's dream. I don't know whether he is grateful for such a poetic and tired meeting, or whether he would rather just wake up from a dream. Widex's clever smile:? If you are a dream, what is the geometry of happiness? As real as a dream.

Postscript: Sanbai has been writing this article for several years, and I don't know what my mood was at that time. It is said that it is always cruel to recall the past spring scenery in the wind and frost, so isn't his heart riddled with holes? Some people say that his literary knowledge and choice of details are not as good as those of Li Yu and Zhang Dai, and there are still some factors in his bones that boast and are not enterprising. However, it is such an unknown literati, painter, an imperfect person, or just a husband who presents his feelings with real brushwork. Very interesting and romantic, a little bitter and sad. When * * * had a wonderful and sad dream, who was he with?

I feel great after reading Six Chapters of a Floating Life. Fan Wen 2 "Six Chapters of a Floating Life" is a rare and good book, which makes people feel deeply.

This paper is divided into six chapters, the first four chapters are written by the author, and the last two chapters are forgeries, so I won't mention them here for the time being.

Section 1: boudoir music. The author Shen Fu and his wife Yun described all kinds of interesting things from marriage to final parting with delicate and simple brushstrokes, showing the deep affection between husband and wife. Yun is a clever and witty woman. Although she has never read enough poetry books, she can still practice writing and punctuation. She loves to recite poems by herself and weave skillfully. After marrying Shen's father, the husband and wife are loving and affectionate, and their feelings are vividly described. Looking at the first paragraph makes people envy, and looking at the second paragraph is somewhat regrettable. In order to express their virtue and affection, Yuner actively prepared for Shen Fu's concubinage, and Shen Fu accepted it gladly. From then on, we can also see the remnants of feudal society. Although Tang Huo's female status is unshakable in law, she can be so calm as a husband. However, I appreciate the pipeline students who defend love more. A poem "I Nong Ci" completely saved my husband's heart. Compared with non-success, it is more real. And Shen Fu's practice is also doubtful. What about the fourth? Fast travel? This statement has been confirmed in the book.

The second record: leisure and entertainment. The whole article is easy to read and remember in one go. The author described some interesting stories about childhood and marriage. From flower arrangement to bonsai, the layout of gardens and pavilions, the daily life of rooms, and the free and easy lifestyle and style among literati. The writing is fluent and interesting, which makes readers picturesque. Life is simple, but it can be so poetic, which shows the extraordinary life interest of Shen Fu and his wife. Talented people and beautiful women, abandon the secular, sing poetry with wine, and be at ease! But at the same time, we also see that it is this lofty, aloof, affectionate and free-and-easy lifestyle and style that lays the foundation for the bumpy life in the future.

Section 3: Remember the ups and downs. This is the heaviest passage in the whole record. After reading it, I feel depressed and sad! The author tells the story of his life's sufferings, and the true feelings show vividly on the paper. Wandering life is sad. In this article, Shen Fu's wife Yun first offended her mother-in-law and father-in-law. Yuner was fired for offending her in-laws, but Shen Fu couldn't bear to abandon her and live with Yuner. From then on, her rough life began. Shen Fu's persistence here is admirable, from which we can see Shen Fu's deep affection for his wife. Especially during the period from the death of the cloud to the resurrection, Shen Fu sat alone in the secret room, watching the candlelight flickering, not afraid of evil spirits, just wanting to see it, which was touching and moving. Even the appearance of Xi 'er in the future (the fourth season) will not affect this friendship. In Shen Fu's mind, the cloud will always be his favorite, and its deep-rooted position cannot be shaken. Respectable and pathetic. The whole article records the depths of the ocean of husband and wife, but they pursue their ideals in suffering. Why are they teetering? It's embarrassing to see the vicissitudes of life.

Part IV: Driving fast on the waves. The whole record is relaxed, beautiful and smooth. Strange mountains and different rocks, winding paths leading to secluded places, overlapping mountains and Dieyun, the uncanny workmanship of nature, fantastic beauty, layer upon layer display, superb! Because the author's life is bumpy, there is not much gold and silver, and most of them are with others, by the way. But the unique vision and the magic of entering the industry are amazing! While visiting the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, of course, I don't forget to record some affairs. The appearance of Xi 'er played a finishing touch to the whole story. Although it is a romantic debt, it also has the effect of flowering and coloring. The author once worked as a prostitute in Guangzhou Flower Boat, and Xi 'er was one of them. Because Shen Fu's daughter? No singing, no drinking? So my daughter fell in love, so that after Shen Fu left, what about my daughter? How many suicides? It can be seen that the romantic debts of romantic talents. How many people have escaped, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign? Shen Fu spent more than 100 taels of silver on a flower boat in April, so romantic that he failed to live up to his deep feelings! When I read this, I hate Shen Fu and feel sorry for Non-success!

Up to now, "Six Chapters of a Floating Life" has fully displayed the essence, with four notes of joy, interest, sadness and quickness, which describes the life of Shen Fu and his wife from different angles of joy, sadness and emotion. This shows the ups and downs of life, the ups and downs of fate, the beauty of love, and so is a person's life? Ups and downs, ups and downs, affairs, past events. No wonder the author wants to sigh? It's like a spring dream. No trace? Is it?

After reading Six Chapters of a Floating Life, it seems that it is snowing in the sky. Shen Fu is sitting around the fire, and the rice wine on the stove is steaming with sweet water. It's like a spring dream. No trace? . There seems to be a floral fragrance in the wine, and the warm apricot fragrance is pumped all the way to the meeting in early spring.

That day, he accompanied his mother to his aunt's house, and her mother chatted with her aunt. When she is bored, she takes a walk in the back garden. There are still fragrant flowers in the air after last night's rain. Shen Fu walked along the path to a bamboo pavilion. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and a thin vegetarian dish on the table blew at his feet. There is a small preface on it, and there is no lack of daughter's lovely charm in the clear and gratifying artistic conception. There is a sentence after the poem? Hey? . Suddenly there is temperature and weight, like a warm jade in the palm of your hand. Looking for the back garden everywhere, in the background of a pool of water, the girl under the flowers is faint in beauty, the grass is green and the skirt is green. He was self-reliant, but there was no word to describe the scene at that time. He watched from a distance, silently moved, moved at that age who didn't know what it was.

He naturally guessed the identity of the woman in front of him and was also the owner of this poem. He is a cousin he has never met, only a few months older than him, and he has a single name. Hey? Words. From then on, he called him? Mom? .

It began to snow and rustle outside the window. ? Plum blossoms reflect snow, and the years in the mountains have to be exposed. . Every year when plum blossoms snow, she always says this, and her eyes are as clear as if they are still in this wine.

He finally married a mother, until he opened the red robe and saw the face that he missed day and night, and his trance-like heart settled down. ? Choose a wife for your son, don't you marry a non-Shu sister? Everyone thought it was a joke when they were young, but today, they have proved their sincerity.

Married life is far more poetic than he imagined. Mother is such a talented woman, and she also helps men all over the world freely. Gambling books, splashing tea and enjoying in the garden are really boring, so we went to see the autumn tide in Qiantang and the moon shadow in Canglang Pavilion. On New Year's Day and Lantern Festival, my mother wore a hat and tied up her long hair, and her brow was somewhat heroic. Holding a plain fan in her hand, she pretended to be a man and swam the Lantern Festival. Snuff is like the sky, people come and go, she poured a woman, and the woman wanted to scream indecent assault. The nun grabbed the woman's sleeve and pulled her dress back to show her feet. I'm a woman too? . Cute and charming is self-evident.

Shen Fu despises those wooden fish heads that only write eight-part essays. He likes to write interesting stories about boudoir, not to be famous, but even to laugh at himself? Not enterprising? Turn your people's life into a beautiful painting. These casual memories that ordinary people despise are treasured by their mothers. The two discussed Mei Qi and her story-telling, but they had difficulty in naming the anthology. Mother laughed at the couch: the husband of heaven and earth is the inverse of everything. Time flies, and a hundred generations have passed. And floating like a dream, for joy geometry? This is a poem by Li Bai.

The snow outside the window is falling faster and faster, and the wine on the stove is boiling. ? There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a ray of red in the quiet stove. This is her favorite poem. Among the five-character poems, she likes Bai Letian best, and Yuefu songs like Li Bai best. He joked when discussing poetry in those years. I have three words. Why don't you stay with me? White? Is it meant to be? She beamed: The white word is predestined friends, and she is afraid of the white word (don't) in the future. ? For Shen Fu who is sitting alone now, this kind of banter is not only joy, but also disgusting.

Such a comfortable life didn't last long after all. After going to Deng Shi that year, my mother was seriously ill, and Shen Fu was also infected with chronic diseases. The way of making a living by painting and calligraphy can no longer support this family, so Shen Fu has to travel far and wide and become a public guest. On the reunion of Tanabata, he sent two seals, one for Zhu Wen and the other for Bai Wen. The small print printed by both sides is close together, like a lotus flower. ? May you be husband and wife forever. . He listened to her quietly. He can't give her a rich and luxurious life, only the seals carved by these two parties and the promise of a lifetime. A Zhu, a Bai, once my heart didn't turn into a mosquito blood on the wall, so there was a picture of life and poetry at the foot of my bed, but she was slightly bitter.

The fire in the stove has gone out and the snow seems to have stopped. Just like poetry wine took advantage of the days of youth, it was only a long time of greed, but now it can't be found anywhere.

Mother's frankness is free and easy, not secular, just like a thorn, piercing the surface of women in the world. She gradually missed her mother, and the multiple blows of her brother's death and her mother's funeral made her anxious and depressed, which eventually became a hidden disease. Although looking for a prescription everywhere, it is still difficult to stop all this from falling. After all, she went with mixed feelings, and there was no end to the words, only intermittent repetition? The afterlife? .

The afterlife, the afterlife? What is this unfinished sentence? This is a broken chapter that doesn't need to be written, but it still echoes on Ge. She kept that oath until she died. How could he forget it?

I dare not forget, nor dare I look back. With such a pot of light wine, he was drunk, drunk in no one's dream. I don't know whether he is grateful for such a poetic and tired meeting, or whether he would rather just wake up from a dream. Widex's clever smile:? If you are a dream, what is the geometry of happiness? As real as a dream.

Postscript: Sanbai has been writing this article for several years, and I don't know what my mood was at that time. It is said that it is always cruel to recall the past spring scenery in the wind and frost, so isn't his heart riddled with holes? Some people say that his literary knowledge and choice of details are not as good as those of Li Yu and Zhang Dai, and there are still some factors in his bones that boast and are not enterprising. However, it is such an unknown literati, painter, an imperfect person, or just a husband who presents his feelings with real brushwork. Very interesting and romantic, a little bitter and sad. When * * * had a wonderful and sad dream, who was he with?