I asked Zhang Ji to write a story behind the night parking near Fengqiao. I remember it was a beautiful love story. I worked hard for a woman who went to Beijing to catch the exam and didn't return.

Zhang Ji is a gifted scholar. He became a scholar and a juren. Everyone believes that he will go to high school.

Zhang Ji thinks so himself.

Zhang Ji's first lover thinks so even more.

Zhang Ji's first lover, Wang Xiaowei, is in her twenties, with a peach-blossom face and good eyes. What kind of woman is this? She loves Zhang Ji so much that she once tore up an intimate engagement and said in front of her parents that she would marry a man named Zhang Ji. At that time, Wang's parents were still complete strangers.

Just like aquatic plants in the deep sea, the ancient concept of family status has become a stumbling block to the love between Zhang Jihe and Wang Xiaowei. The daughter suddenly said the name of a strange man, and Wang's parents looked blank. They didn't know what kind of person Zhang Manji was and what kind of background he had, so they sent someone to check it out. A check shows that Zhang Ji's family is just an ordinary working class, while his own family is a powerful family. Since the door is wrong, the next step is to fight Yuanyang.

However, the two old people never imagined that their daughter's temper was so chaste that Wang could do everything according to his parents' wishes. Only this matter, only her love and marriage, she must make her own decision. All this is because I love Zhang Ji too much. In the face of rock-solid love and matchmaker's words, what about parents' lives?

There was only one such mind, but the daughter was stubborn, so Wang's parents decided to compromise. There is only one mother and one father, and the kindness of parents will never be forgotten. Wang also decided to compromise. As a result of the compromise, Wang Can married Zhang Ji, but Zhang Ji had to go to high school. It doesn't matter what you do in high school, as long as you are a scholar, because as long as you get a scholar, your feet will go to your career. If you can be a top student in high school, you will be happy.

Wang Xiaowei had no reason to believe that the person she loved could not go to high school, so when she told Zhang Ji such a result, there was no sad expression on her face, only surprise. She told Zhang Ji in surprise that her parents had agreed to live with him. And the conditions with him, Wang Xiaowei has long been thrown to the outside of the cloud nine.

Until the day of parting, until Zhang Ji set foot on the road to Chang 'an, Wang Xiaowei inadvertently said this condition. The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention. Zhang Ji is a sentimental person. He recognized the implication of Wang Xiaowei. If there is a 99% chance of going to high school, but there is still a 1% chance of not going to high school, what will it mean if this 1% chance is beaten by yourself? This will mean that his marriage with her is just a dream.

It goes without saying that this is a particularly important exam for Zhang Ji, not only for being an official, but also for love.

In the narrow space like a steamer, Zhang Ji endured three days and nights, and finally handed over a satisfactory answer sheet to the examiner.

The next day was a long and difficult wait. In order to dispel the anxiety and anxiety invading the bone marrow, Zhang Ji curled up in a shabby inn and lived on wine all day.

Finally released the list. Zhang got up early, didn't eat breakfast, and the wind was blowing at his feet. He wished he couldn't put on his wings and fly to the top of the leaderboard at once.

There are many people in front of the red list, and people are pointing to the names on the red list. Zhang Ji pushed through the crowd and tried his best to get to the front of the list. Heart rate starts to accelerate! Zhang Jiyong looked eagerly for his name on the list. There is no name in the first row and no name in the second row. The third exclusive saw the word "Zhang" and my heart thumped. Soon he was disappointed again, because the word behind him was not "Ji", but a homophonic "Ji".

After reading the first list, he didn't see his name, and he had an ominous premonition. But he still had great hopes, and he began to look at the second list more carefully, for fear of missing any names by mistake. The ominous premonition soon came true. After reading the second picture, I still didn't see his name. His heart was half cold, and his feelings plummeted and he failed the list.

But he doesn't believe it! Why is this happening? It is out of the question. So he read the two lists word for word again. This time, he had to believe them. There is really no word "Zhang Ji" on the two lists. Finally, he stopped his disappointed eyes on the word "Zhang Ji". He was lucky to think, did the examiner get my name wrong? Write "Zhang Ji" as "Zhang Ji"? But he doesn't know how to prove whether this is a mistake. Just as he was wandering around, a man who was almost fifty suddenly began to dance. He shouted excitedly, "I finally won the lottery!" Finally won! "

In the noisy crowd, the almost hysterical cheers of the 50-year-old man came clearly and sharply. Zhang Ji finally despaired. It was Zhang Ji in high school, not Zhang Ji. At that moment, the sadness in Zhang Ji's heart flooded in.

Several families are happy and several families are sad. The crowd dispersed, and Zhang Ji should leave.

The pace has never been so heavy, and Chang' an is still lively. The more lively, the more lonely. Chang 'an is lively, and Zhang Ji is lonely. I thought I could "see all the flowers in Chang 'an in one day", I thought I could enjoy myself at the banquet in Qionglin, and I thought I could return home with all my clothes on, but all this will go up in smoke and ten years of hard work will be wasted.

Chang 'an no longer belongs to his city or his world.

That night, in his inn, a group of people were celebrating a high school student, and everyone was flushed with drink. That night, Zhang Ji was lonely, with no one to accompany him and no one to relieve his grief. He was alone, holding a pot of wine and pouring it into his mouth. He drank the wine and shed tears.

Liveliness is the loneliness of a group of people, and loneliness is the carnival of a group of people. That night, Zhang Ji got as drunk as a fiddler. ...

When he woke up the next day, Zhang Ji decided to leave Chang 'an and this sad city.

He decided to go to heaven, Suzhou, the paradise city of Suzhou.

He also wants to go home. He also misses his parents and his sweetheart Wang Xiaowei, but he can't go back. He has no face to go back. He doesn't want a group of people to be sad because of him alone.

All Suzhou people should be grateful because Zhang Ji came to Suzhou and built a bridge and a temple. This bridge is called Maple Bridge. This temple is called Hanshan Temple. Without Zhang Ji, Qiao Feng would be an ordinary stone arch bridge, and Hanshan Temple would not be among the four famous temples in China.

Let me talk about Hanshan Temple here. Hanshan Temple was not originally called Hanshan Temple, but was built in the Liang Dynasty. No one knows its original name, except that it was originally a very ordinary and small temple outside Gusu. In the Tang Dynasty, a monk named Hanshan lived in seclusion in this temple. He was also a poet. When his poems flourished, he wrote them on stone walls or trees. Most of Hanshan's poems are about Buddhism. Besides, there are many landscape poems, and the poetic style is cold. Among them, The Road to Hanshan is the masterpiece of Hanshan.

Hanshan lives in this temple. Over time, people called this temple Hanshan Temple. But at that time, no one knew that Hanshan Temple, like the poem written by Hanshan, was a quiet and deserted temple. It was not until our Zhang Ji came to Suzhou and wrote that eternal farewell song that the fate of Hanshan Temple changed dramatically. Since then, Hanshan Temple has been flooded with cigarettes, and many students still go to Hanshan Temple to burn incense and pray to be admitted to an ideal university.

It is said that Zhang Ji came to Suzhou, rented a Wufeng boat by the Fengjiang River and drifted along the river in an attempt to dilute his sorrow with the beautiful scenery along the way.

It's already Mid-Autumn Festival, and it's the end of the month. Poets all have a sad autumn complex, not to mention that Zhang Ji is still a frustrated young man who is "down and out in the rivers and lakes with wine". A cool breeze blew, and an inexplicable sadness welled up in my heart. He is thinking, if he had been in high school, what would he be like now? He was thinking, Tianya * * at this time, what is she doing in Wang Xiaowei with him across Qianshan? She has been waiting for me to go back, but I failed her.

There is a maple bridge in the upper reaches of Fengjiang River. When the boat got under the Maple Bridge, the boatman said, it's late at night, son. It's time to have a rest.

Yes, it is late at night. It's time to have a rest. The boatman entered the cabin and soon fell asleep, snoring slightly.

However, how can Ji sleep? Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for Zhang.

Now there is only Zhang Ji left in the world. Everything in the world has fallen asleep, and the red leaves of maple trees on the river can no longer be seen. The maple tree has fallen asleep, and the Fengjiang River has been cut off. The Wufeng boat under Fengqiao Bridge is still in the water and has fallen asleep. Zhang Ji is the only one awake. The deeper the night, the more awake he is. Accompanying him is a lonely lamp that never needs sleep.

Endless night, endless silence, endless sadness, endless loneliness.

What time should it be? I saw that the moon had set in the west, I heard the crow's sad cry, and the chill followed. It must have been frosty all over the sky.

What is the bright spot ahead? It's fishing fire It's almost midnight, why is the fishing fire still flashing? Are there any homeless people on board who can't sleep like me? Alas, we are all unhappy-we met until the end of time. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . Friends far away, I propose a toast to you. I wish you smooth sailing in the future and your dreams come true.

It's midnight. At this time, a temple not far away suddenly heard the sound of ringing bells and drums. This sudden bell pierced the silent night sky and reached the softest corner of Zhang Ji's heart. This bell, which seems to be no longer common in monks, reached Zhang Ji's ears and became a natural voice and the voice of the soul. At that moment, it seemed that the whole world was occupied by this strange and spectacular bell, which seemed to ring only for him, because he was the only one standing at the bow of the boat in the middle of the night.

The bell of Hanshan Temple shocked Zhang Ji. What else can he say? At this time can only use poetry to express the mood, so he couldn't help but sing a way:

Frosty night,

Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,

The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship.

After singing, two lines of tears slipped quietly.

We thank the examiner for not admitting Zhang Ji. We thank Zhang Ji for coming to Suzhou. We are grateful for this great insomnia. Otherwise, China's poetry circle will lack an eternal good poem.

The next day, Zhang Ji left Suzhou. He went to Chang 'an. He has decided to start all over again.

This is the end of writing, but we can't forget another person, Wang Xiaowei, Zhang Ji's sweetheart.

This is a woman who died for love for many years. She looked forward to her lover's early return day and night. Even if nothing is passed, she can't see him as long as he comes back.

Is love an endless wait for her? Many years ago, a man named Wei Sheng turned the bus shelter into a wet sigh: "Wei Sheng lives under the beam with that woman, and if the woman doesn't come, the water can't go, so she clings to the beam."

Weisheng watched the water flow inch by inch under the bridge through his knees, his chest, his eyes, and finally his waiting. No one knows who that woman is, why he is waiting for that woman, and no one knows what Weisheng was thinking at the moment before he was submerged. Maybe none of this matters. We only know that the man named Weisheng has been standing under the bridge, waiting, waiting, standing quietly like a tree. All we know is that because of his waiting, there are 22 words written in the book, 22 words full of moisture and 22 words helpless.

Now that Wang Xiaowei has become an afterlife, she has no choice but to wait without hearing from her lover.

Maybe it's a mistake to meet him, maybe it's a mistake to fall in love with him, but I'm willing to be wrong all the time for love. But how long do I have to wait? How soon will he be back?

Tianbao twelve years, Zhang Jizhong Jinshi, and.

And the woman waiting for love, Wang Xiaowei, didn't wait until this day, she had married another woman.