Encounter with Youlan at night
The moonlight is hazy, and the silver brilliance is sprinkled on the bluestone path, mottled and scattered. The silence of the night is broken by the sound of soft footsteps, and a Xiucai in a green shirt, holding a paper lantern, walks alone through the streets of this ancient town. There was a bookish air between his eyebrows, and his eyes flashed with curiosity and anticipation of the unknown world.
Xiucai's name is Zixuan, and he is a young talent who has read poetry and books. Although he was born in poverty, he had great ambitions and studied hard day and night, hoping that one day he would be able to be named on the gold list and glorify the lintel. Tonight, he missed the time to return to the inn because he studied the ancient books until late at night, so he had to find his way through this ancient town alone.
As he walked, Zixuan suddenly felt a faint fragrance coming, refreshing people's hearts. He looked up and saw a woman in white walking not far ahead. The woman's posture was graceful, like a fairy descending to earth, and her face was even more suffocatingly beautiful. Zixuan couldn't help but be stunned, and the lantern in his hand almost fell.
The woman seemed to notice Zixuan's gaze, and she smiled slightly, like a spring breeze blowing on her face, and a hundred flowers were in full bloom. She walked up to Zixuan and asked softly, "Childe, it's late at night, why are you here alone?" ”
Zixuan came back to his senses and replied with a stammer: "Xiaosheng...... The young student studied the ancient books and missed the time, so he got lost. ”
When the woman heard this, a trace of sympathy flashed in her eyes, and she said softly: "If the son does not dislike it, the little woman is willing to lead the way for the child." ”
Zixuan secretly rejoiced in his heart, it was a great blessing in life to be able to walk with such a beautiful woman. He hurriedly nodded in agreement, and the two walked side by side, chatting and laughing all the way.
They walked through the winding alleys to a quiet courtyard. The woman stopped, turned to Zixuan and said, "Childe, this is the little woman's residence. It's late at night, and if the son doesn't dislike it, he can rest here for the night. ”
Although Zi Xuan had some doubts in his heart, looking at the woman's clear eyes, he finally nodded. He entered the courtyard with the woman, and saw that the flowers and trees in the courtyard were sparse, and the pavilions and pavilions were elegant.
The woman settled Zixuan in an elegant guest room and made him a pot of fragrant tea. The two sat opposite each other, drinking tea and chatting. Zixuan found that this woman was not only outstanding in appearance, but also knowledgeable and extraordinary. They talked about the philosophy of life from poetry and songs, and from the universe to the universe, as if there were endless topics.
Late in the night, the woman got up and said goodbye, saying that she was going to prepare for tomorrow. Zixuan sent her to the door, and an inexplicable feeling surged in her heart. He looked at the back of the woman who was drifting away, and secretly swore in his heart that he would definitely take the test for fame and come back to marry her.
This night, Zixuan slept exceptionally sweetly. In the dream, he and the woman walked hand in hand above the clouds, seeing the prosperity of the world.
In the early morning of the second day, Zixuan woke up and found a hearty breakfast already on the table. He walked out of the room, only to find the entire courtyard empty. He searched everywhere for the woman, but there was no sign of her. He was flustered and overwhelmed.
At this moment, a gentle wind blew, bringing with it a faint fragrance. Zixuan looked up and saw that a orchid in the courtyard was in full bloom, and the fragrance was emanating from the orchid. He suddenly realized that the woman might be the embodiment of this orchid, and everything last night was a dream.
Although Zixuan was reluctant in his heart, he also understood that some beauty was destined to exist only in dreams. He silently packed his bags and left the courtyard. Since then, he has studied harder, hoping to use his talent to pursue that beauty. And the fragrance of the orchid will always remain in his heart.
However, Zixuan did not give up his thoughts about the woman. He often met her in his dreams, and those beautiful moments seemed like yesterday. He was determined to find the woman, even if it was just to see her again.
So, Zixuan began to travel around, looking for places of interest, hoping to meet her somewhere. He walked through mountains and rivers, experienced ups and downs, but never found the woman.
Time flies, and a few years have passed in the blink of an eye. Zixuan has become a world-famous talent, and his poetry and songs have spread all over the country. However, the longing in his heart has never diminished.
One day, Zixuan came to an ancient temple. When he saw that the temple was full of incense, he decided to go in and worship. In the temple, he met an old monk. The old monk saw that there was a sense of sorrow between his eyebrows, so he took the initiative to talk to him.
During the conversation, Zixuan told the old monk about the feelings of longing in his heart. After hearing this, the old monk smiled slightly and said, "The person that the son is looking for may not be an extraordinary thing. There are some things that cannot be forced, and it is best to go with the flow. ”
When Zixuan heard this, his heart suddenly brightened. He understood the meaning of the old monk's words, and let go of the obsession in his heart. Since then, he has focused more on his studies and career, becoming a respected scholar and official.
With the passage of time, Zixuan gradually emerged in the officialdom, and his poems have been praised through the ages, becoming a generation of writers. However, whenever in the dead of night, he would always think of the woman in white who was better than snow, and when he remembered that moonlit night, there was always a trace of indescribable melancholy in his heart.
In the spring of another year, Zixuan was ordered to inspect Jiangnan. In the spring of the south of the Yangtze River, the flowers are blooming like brocade and beautiful. He was strolling through the flower-filled garden, when suddenly a familiar fragrance hit him, and he was stunned, the fragrance was exactly the same as the fragrance of the orchid that he had smelled that night many years ago.
He followed the scent and came to a secluded courtyard. In the courtyard, an orchid is blooming quietly, and the fragrance emanates from it. Zixuan stood in front of Youlan, as if he saw the figure of the woman in white, and she was smiling and waving to him.
Just then, an old man walked over. When he saw Zixuan standing in front of Youlan, he asked, "Childe, do you like this Youlan?" ”
Zixuan came back to his senses and replied, "This orchid has a unique aroma, which is refreshing. Dare to ask the old man, what is the origin of this orchid? ”
When the old man heard this, a trace of deep meaning flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "This orchid is indeed extraordinary, and it has a legend. According to legend, there was a beautiful fairy in ancient times, and because she fell in love with a scholar in the world, she went down to earth to stay with him. However, the love of immortals was not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao after all, and the fairy was forced to return to the Heavenly Realm. On the occasion of parting, she left a wisp of her fragrant soul in this orchid, as a way to express her thoughts on the scholar. ”
After Zixuan heard this, his heart was shocked. He suddenly understood that the woman in white might be the fairy, and what she left in his heart was not only the fragrance of the orchid, but also a deep affection that transcended time and space.
He bowed deeply to the old man and said, "Thank you for telling me." I will take good care of this orchid and let it continue to bloom its beauty. ”
The old man nodded, smiled and left. Zixuan stood in front of Youlan, his heart full of gratitude and nostalgia. He knew that although this beauty was short-lived, it remained in his heart forever and became the most precious memory of his life.
Since then, Zixuan has come to this courtyard whenever he has spare time, accompanied by Youlan. He takes care of it with his heart, just like taking care of the emotions that are hidden deep in his heart. And that Youlan also seems to have spirituality, and every time Zixuan approaches, it will emit a richer fragrance, as if telling a love story that spans time and space.
The years are like songs, and Zixuan and Youlan have spent many spring and autumn together. Although his life is full of ups and downs, his dedication and nostalgia for love have never changed. He knows that no matter how things change in the world, that beauty will always remain in his heart and become the most precious treasure in his life.
With the passage of time, Zixuan gradually emerged in the officialdom, and his poems have been praised through the ages, becoming a generation of writers. However, whenever in the dead of night, he would always think of the woman in white who was better than snow, and when he remembered that moonlit night, there was always a trace of indescribable melancholy in his heart.
In the spring of another year, Zixuan was ordered to inspect Jiangnan. In the spring of the south of the Yangtze River, the flowers are blooming like brocade and beautiful. He was strolling through the flower-filled garden, when suddenly a familiar fragrance hit him, and he was stunned, the fragrance was exactly the same as the fragrance of the orchid that he had smelled that night many years ago.
He followed the scent and came to a secluded courtyard. In the courtyard, an orchid is blooming quietly, and the fragrance emanates from it. Zixuan stood in front of Youlan, as if he saw the figure of the woman in white, and she was smiling and waving to him.
Just then, an old man walked over. When he saw Zixuan standing in front of Youlan, he asked, "Childe, do you like this Youlan?" ”
Zixuan came back to his senses and replied, "This orchid has a unique aroma, which is refreshing. Dare to ask the old man, what is the origin of this orchid? ”
When the old man heard this, a trace of deep meaning flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "This orchid is indeed extraordinary, and it has a legend. According to legend, there was a beautiful fairy in ancient times, and because she fell in love with a scholar in the world, she went down to earth to stay with him. However, the love of immortals was not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao after all, and the fairy was forced to return to the Heavenly Realm. On the occasion of parting, she left a wisp of her fragrant soul in this orchid, as a way to express her thoughts on the scholar. ”
After hearing this, Zixuan was shocked in his heart. He didn't expect that the woman he met many years ago turned out to be a fairy. An inexplicable feeling welled up in his heart, both nostalgia for the fairy and memories of that good time.
He bowed deeply to the old man and said, "Thank you for telling me." I will take good care of this orchid and let it continue to bloom its beauty. ”
The old man nodded, smiled and left. Zixuan stood in front of Youlan, his heart full of emotion. He knew that this wonderful memory would remain in his heart forever and become the most precious treasure of his life.
Since then, Zixuan often comes to this courtyard and is accompanied by Youlan. He took care of it with his heart, just like he took care of the emotion that was hidden deep in his heart. Every time he stood in front of Youlan, he could feel the fairy-like fragrance coming to his nose, as if he had returned to that hazy moonlit night.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Zixuan has gray hair. However, his longing for the fairy never diminished. He often met fairies in his dreams, and those beautiful moments seemed like yesterday.
When he was dying, he lay on the sickbed, looking at the blooming orchid outside the window, and his heart was full of peace and satisfaction. He knew that although his life was full of ups and downs, that encounter with the fairy became the best memory of his life.
He smiled and closed his eyes, as if he saw the woman in white walking towards him again. Their figures gradually disappeared into the fragrance of orchid flowers, leaving behind an eternal legend of love.
And the orchid is still blooming quietly in the courtyard, its fragrance wafting in the air, as if telling that love story across time and space. Whenever people pass by the courtyard, they will stop to admire this beautiful orchid and marvel at its magic and beauty.
And the story of Zixuan and the fairy has also become a good story in the Jiangnan area. Whenever people mention it, they think of that moonlit night, and that legendary love that spanned time and space.