Zhuo Wenjun, a talented woman who was written into "Historical Records" by Sima Qian

Zhuo Wenjun was written into "Historical Records"

Zhuo Wenjun was a talented woman from Shu in the Western Han Dynasty who was written into official history by Sima Qian. The love story between her and Sima Xiangru is that of a talented man and a beautiful woman, and has been praised by countless literati. I don’t want to repeat this spectacular love story. I just want to talk about Zhuo Wenjun’s astonishing talent and mind.

It is said in "Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals": Boya plays the harp, Zhong Ziqi listens to it, Fang plays the harp and aims at Mount Tai. Zhong Ziqi says: "It's so good to play the harp! It's as towering as Mount Tai." . When he was young, he was interested in flowing water. Zhong Ziqi said: "It's so good to play the piano and play the piano, it's as smooth as flowing water." When Zhong Ziqi died, Boya broke his qin and cut off the strings. He stopped playing the qin for the rest of his life, thinking that there was no one in the world who could play the qin again. Boya's song "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" won him a close friend in life like Zhong Ziqi, while Sima Xiangru's song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" won him a lifelong partner.

The phoenix comes back to its hometown, and travels around the world to seek its phoenix.

If you have not met me at that time and have nothing to do, how can you realize that you will be promoted to the hall today?

There is a beautiful lady in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisonous to my intestines.

Why are they like mandarin ducks with their necks crossed? They are soaring in the air.

The phoenix, the phoenix, lives with me, and I have to entrust the breeding tail to be my concubine forever.

Friendship is harmonious, and the mind is harmonious, and the lack of feelings makes me sad.

Although this Sima Xiangru has lost both his parents, has a poor family, and has no talent, so he is at a low point in his life, but he still remains the same, and he still dares to be so bold and forthright at the family banquet in Prince Zhuo's Mansion. He was playing ambiguously, but he was actually well prepared. He had already heard that Zhuo Wenjun, a widowed woman with both talent and beauty in Prince Zhuo's palace, and knew that Wenjun liked to peek behind the scenes, so he deliberately used a sentimental and touching song "Phoenix". "Qiu Huang" came to the pavilion to attract Zhuo Wenjun's affection. No one in the room understood what he meant, but Zhuo Wenjun, who was invisible behind the curtain, understood the sound of the piano.

One is stroking the green-tailed harp, with clear springs flowing between his fingers. He is intoxicated, crying and complaining, while the other is listening under the curtain, his face is like hibiscus, and his emotions are flowing. move. Wenjun, she is so smart, she understands the music of the piano, and she even admires Xiangru, a charming, suave and unparalleled talent, who can defeat the sky in the water with one stone. Wenjun, ah, Wenjun, she originally thought that she was a widowed woman, and her heart was like stagnant water. It turns out that this young heart is not dead. She is waiting for the spring breeze, waiting for the fire. Sima Xiangru, a green-tailed harp, a song "The Wind Seeks the Phoenix" and a "Zixu Fu" have deeply conquered her. Got her. She understands her situation. She is a newly widowed person. Her fate can only be arranged by her parents. She understands that in fact, her father looks down on the poor scholar Xiangru at all. You can't get through the door either.

Is she really just waiting for her father to come and arrange her destiny again? Without this Xiangru, there would be no harmonious harmony between the piano and the harp. Maybe she wouldn't think about all this, but today her heart was beating, her blood was burning, and a bold idea came to her mind. She wanted to take charge of her own youth for a while!

In the winter night sky, the moon was dark and the wind was tight, and snowflakes were fluttering in the cold wind. After a while, the vast land was covered with a white carpet. On such a night, Zhuo Wenjun stepped onto the carriage prepared by Sima Xiangru in a shocking way. The talented man and beautiful woman performed an elopement drama that will go down in history.

Xiangru took Wenjun back to his hometown in Chengdu. Although Wenjun knew that Xiangru was a poor scholar, the poverty of the family and the bare walls made Wenjun feel desolate. But when she saw the helplessness and embarrassment on Xiangru's face, she understood what she should do. At this time, she made a decision that is unimaginable for ordinary people: to return to Linqiong.

He sold his carriage and horses, she took off the golden hairpin from her head, sold her working capital and opened a hotel in Linqiong. With style, he sells wine on the street, and a scholar puts down his clothes to sweat and wash himself. A talented couple lives a hard life here, but they love each other, which is endless.

In fact, Wenjun is here to fight. She is demonstrating and fighting against her father. Father, your daughter is determined to follow this man. I am willing to endure hardships and hardships for him. I'm no longer afraid of losing face, but you can't afford to lose this face. You are the richest man in Linqiong. Can you watch your daughter being a drunkard and remain indifferent?

Wenjun won again, and her father finally couldn't bear it anymore. Firstly, he felt distressed, and secondly, he was afraid of being embarrassed. He finally agreed to give them money and let them live a small life.

Because of Wenjun's intelligence and intelligence, they passed the first hurdle on the road to marriage. With the help of Prince Zhuo's Mansion, Xiangru and Wenjun's young wife were in harmony with each other, drinking and poetry, and lived a fairy life of love and affection.

However, Xiangru is a man with lofty ambitions. No matter he is poor and has no support for food and clothing, or whether he is rich and prosperous, and has ample food and clothing, he can't change his great ambition of a man who is determined to live in all directions. Xiangru was unhappy and often sang to wine and sighed to the sky. The attentive Wenjun had already understood her husband's thoughts. She knew that Xiangru was no longer satisfied with this life of relying on others, eating, drinking and having fun, and his heart was already flying in all directions.

Xiangru was no longer from Penghao. One day, he finally walked out of Linqiong and walked out of the home that gave him love, warmth, and joy, but at the same time made him uncomfortable, aggrieved and depressed. When Liu Che, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, first read "Zixu Fu", he sighed: I alone cannot be the same as this person! Little did he know that Chen Ajiao's "Ode to Nagato" that moved his heart was written by Xiangru. When he learned that this talented man was not only one of his subjects, but also living among the people, he was pleasantly surprised. Why don't you use such a good man for me? Recruit him quickly. So Xiangru was taken to the capital by fragrant cars and BMWs to meet the emperor. The following days were like a fish in water, and he won the applause of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty with his eloquent "Shanglin Fu". He immediately worshiped Sima Xiangru as Lang Guan. This Xiangru, he is not a pedantic young man who can only read and write poems. Zhuo Wenjun was not wrong, and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was not wrong in his choice. Sima Xiangru used a piece of paper to resolve the unstable situation in Bashu and Shu with his great righteousness and kindness. He won the praise of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and worshiped him as Zhonglang General. He also sent envoys to the southwest border to appease the people. This time, Xiangru was very proud of the spring breeze and the scenery was incomparable. Although Linqiong was not his hometown, he and Wenjun eloped here on a snowy night and sold wine. He, Sima Xiangru, was already a man of the hour in Linqiong. This time, he came back to Qiong to join Wenjun, which was considered a homecoming in fine clothes. He alarmed the officials and people of Linqiong, made Zhuo Wenjun a noble husband and wife, and also gave honor to his father-in-law. Now that he has received a gold medal, he can feel proud and proud. He can finally let Sima Xiangru call him father-in-law in front of many people. Facing this splendor and wealth, Sima Xiangru was filled with emotion, remembering how much courage it took for Wenjun to marry him without hesitation when he was most embarrassed. So, Xiangru took his beloved wife and started his journey to the southwest.

Those days when we were together through thick and thin were Wenjun’s happiest times. The husband and wife sing together, truly like a pair of phoenixes spreading their wings in the sky of love and freedom. These beautiful moments infiltrated Wenjun's whole heart and stayed with her throughout her life, so she could love him, be considerate of him, and forgive him no matter when. Because love is the red thread of their lives.

Happy times always go by too quickly. Xiangru has completed the emperor's mission and has to return to the capital to serve. A loving couple is faced with the separation of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Farewell in the pavilion, holding hands and looking at each other, speechless and choked. Husband, the mountains and rivers are far away, and the official career is dangerous. You must always be careful. No matter whether your career rises or falls, your wife will always be thinking of you.

Xiangru returned to the capital, and Wenjun relied on thoughts and letters between the two places to express his feelings. Life is a big drama, with joys and sorrows, highs and lows. The same goes for love. Xiangru's letters home gradually became sparse, from one in January to one in a few months, and then one year, or even three years. The west wind rises, the yellow leaves fall, and the wild geese fly south. Several literary monarchs walk alone at dusk, looking forward to the geese delivering messages and the news from the capital.

But in addition to the romantic rumors that came from the capital, there was also a letter with only thirteen words:

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten million.

Reading this letter from home, Wenjun was convinced that her husband had changed his mind. He could be poor and not lose his ambition, but like countless men, he could not fulfill his vow of wealth and not to be promiscuous. Xiangru, Xiangru, I know you are lonely when I am not by your side. I also know that the prosperous place in the capital is full of temptations. I also know that it is nothing for a civil servant to have a concubine. However, others can do it but you cannot. Others can swallow their anger, but I, Wenjun, cannot. Because we have a love-at-first-sight marriage, we have the romance of green flowers; we have the determination to elope on a snowy night; we have the difficulty of being a wine shop; we have the joy of a trip to the southwest; we have the lingering farewell in the pavilion, all of this Can you forget? You can betray me, but can you betray your own heart?

Tears fell like rain, sorrow, resentment, sadness. I thought I had a unique eye, and I thought we would be Phoenix Legends, but it turns out you betrayed my infatuation. It is easy to find a priceless treasure, but it is difficult to find a true lover.

The painful Wenjun wrote a poem with his brush and tears:

After a farewell,

The two places missed each other,

said It's March and April,

Who knows it's five or six years,

I have no intention of playing the lyre,

I can't pass down the eight-line script,

The nine-link chain is broken from it.

The ten-mile long pavilion is full of sight.

Hundreds of thoughts,

Thousands of thoughts,

I have no choice but to blame you,

Thousands of words and countless words,

I am bored and leaning on the railing for ten days,

Climbing high to see the lonely geese,

The moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival in August and people are not round,

I hold candles and burn incense in the middle of July to ask questions Heaven,

In the dog days of June, when everyone shakes fans, my heart trembles.

In May, the pomegranate flowers are like fire but are watered by bursts of cold rain.

Four The loquats in the moon are yellow,

I want to look in the mirror and my mind is confused,

Suddenly in a hurry,

The peach blossoms in March drift with the flowing water,

The kite string broke in February.

Oops! Lang, Lang, I wish that in the next life you would be a girl and I would be a boy.

Sima Xiangru, who was in the midst of the spring breeze, suddenly received a letter from Wenjun. When he saw the sad, sad and passionate "Poetry of a Resentful Man", he was first shocked and then ashamed. He has defended his own behavior countless times: for a lonely official scholar, it is not too outrageous to find a few women to comfort his loneliness. But when he read Zhuo Wenjun's poems, his heart was shocked and moved. I regret it too. He knew other men could do this but he shouldn't. This is because his marriage to Wenjun was hard-won and Wenjun paid too much for him. He understood that his affair had deeply hurt his wife. Xiangru, who had found his way back, hurried home to comfort his wife. And brought Wenjun to Chang'an. The smart Wenjun used her intelligence and mind to protect her love and marriage. Later, Sima Xiangru gained new knowledge and wanted to marry a concubine. Wenjun was not so sad this time. She was only resentful and a little disappointed with the man beside her who she once deeply loved. She didn't want to just live in pain. Begging, she expressed her grief and indignation with a song called "Baitou Yin" and "Farewell Letter".

"Baitou Yin":

"Today's drinking party, the water in the ditch will start tomorrow, and the ditch will stop, and the ditch water will flow east and west. It is so sad and sad, there is no need to cry when getting married. "If you want to win the one who loves you, your hair will never be separated. How can the rod curl up? How can the fish move around? If a man values ??loyalty, why should he use his money and knife?"

"Farewell Book":

"Spring flowers compete with each other, the five colors are exquisite, the harp is still in the imperial palace, and the new sound is new! There are mandarin ducks in the Jinshui, and water in the Han Palace. The things are new, and the people who are lamenting the world are still obsessed with lust and do not realize it! Goodbye to you!"

This time Sima Xiangru completely gave up. He knew that he could not have another new love. His Wenjun was different from other women, and he could not lose this woman. , he can no longer be dissolute, he can't let his beauty fade away in the middle age of his life. He finally walked into Wenjun's room again, and a marital crisis was resolved.

Xiangru lived up to Wenjun in the end and loved Xiangru deeply. Their love lasted forever and they never left. Du Fu's "Qintai" concludes like this: After Maoling fell ill, he still loved Zhuo Wenjun. In the world of wine shops, the sun sets over the piano platform. The wild flowers leave a treasure, and the creeping grass can be seen in the skirt. Returning to the phoenix to seek the phoenix's will, only a few of them are no longer heard.

Yes, no matter how good a comedy is, it must come to an end. Sima Xiangru died, and Zhuo Wenjun also died with him. But their stories will always be passed down to the world and be fragrant through the ages. (Reference materials for this section: "Historical Records" and "Dictionary of Appreciation of Love Literature in Chinese Past Dynasties")