"Yan Yinying waved willow, and Zhangtai went straight to the West Lake; If spring flowers and autumn moons visit each other, I live in Xiling and my surname is Su. "

Although this poem is ordinary, it makes people dumbfounded to read. Although there is no girl who doesn't love spring, it is really rare to fly in the spring sky with a smile like a flower and publicize the girl's worries. I can't help asking, whose woman is so bold?

Su Xiaoxiao, whose life experience is unknown, is said to be a famous prostitute in Qiantang during the Southern Qi Dynasty. He died of hemoptysis in nineteen years and was finally buried at Xiling Wharf. History is often as simple as a person's life in one sentence. As for what can be seen in this sentence, it is mostly a matter of opinion. But interestingly, for this brothel woman, the voices of later scholars are all one-sided.

"Suzhou willow to brag, Qiantang Guan Sheng dolls. If you are passionate about seeking small things, there is a Su family in the depths of Qingyang. " It seems that Mr. Bai Juyi is also a romantic seed, but his beauty is misty and he has to drool in the wind. ……

There are many shining names, and their works are either infatuated or beautiful or touching, or joyous or extremely melancholy. One by one, only a few feet thick.

Looking at Su Xiaoxiao's poems, though his talents are good, they are not as good as those of Yu and Zhu. When we look at it again, people's appearance is only beautiful, and their appearance is not as good as that of sinking fish and falling geese. Why does everyone like her so much?

I don't think about it, because she is a dream hidden in the hearts of China literati and unwilling to wake up.

She longed for love, so she spoke frankly and freely. How many women in the old society could express their love like this? Miss Yingying always drops a handwritten note first, and then blushes, wondering why Niu Ge behind her hasn't picked it up and caught up. How dare you say that? How can you not let those self-proclaimed talents bang? We should know that the literati who have been immersed in traditional culture for thousands of years have somewhat distorted their minds about the word love, and their desires have struggled in their hearts, adding many wrinkles to their foreheads. When I heard Su Xiaoxiao singing, "My concubine rides a tanker and my husband rides a green horse, where can we meet?" ? Xiling pine and cypress. "When you come leisurely, the songs in the sky are gently plucked by the strings of time and gradually fragrant. Take a sip and you'll be drunk, as if you were the dashing teenager riding a green horse. " Nothing can be combined, fireworks can't be cut. "Who doesn't want to have a beautiful woman around to know themselves and add fragrance at night?

Su Xiaoxiao dares to speak and do. She loved and loved again. Even if her lover never came back, she didn't achieve A Qin Xianglian or Du Shiniang, and let future generations point to the spine of a negative lover and scold him incessantly. It is easy to get priceless treasures, but it is rare to have a lover. How many literati are not philandering in their bones, the more the better? Su Like Xiaoxiao, a woman who has no regrets but has not caused any trouble to men because of love, how can she not praise a few words? Who else wants to be Su Xiaoxiao in the future?

Literati seldom stay down and out, but Su Xiaoxiao can finally meet a hero. Later, the poor scholar who gave him money really won a sigh of relief and became a secretariat adult. There are often swift horses, but Bole is rare. How many times can the beautiful female Bole meet again? Do you want to praise it a few more times? A scholar died because he knew himself. Lord secretariat touched the coffin with a white crown and wept bitterly. Then he wrote on the pavilion: "Jade was buried here in Hushan, and a romantic man can cast gold." At the time of the cross, this story haunted every reader's heart.

What the literati appreciate most is that Su Xiaoxiao is attached to mountains and rivers, but not married as deep as the sea. From then on, Xiao Lang became a stranger. China traditional scholar-officials seem to hate married strange women. If the fox can't eat the grapes, the grapes must be sour. If this pen hadn't painted you in a mess, it wouldn't have killed him. Of course, Su Xiaoxiao didn't think so much. She just smiled. What is a man? This is just a cloud. Self-promotion, personality awakening, not moved by rumors, but seeking peace of mind. And this is what many literati dream of.

Let the literati applaud, but the weak woman in Su Xiaoxiao is helpless. An adult forced an invitation, and she casually said, "Although plum blossoms are proud, how dare they be cold in spring?" If it is whiter, be sure to see it clearly! "... ask yourself, which literati has no self-righteous pride in his bones? But when a huge slap came, how many literati dared to be punished by ten schools like Fang Xiaoru? The poor character of literati always needs the attention of those in power. Here, they found the same voice.

The last reason should be that she died young. It is beautiful to die young. Beautiful women are not allowed to look bald, which is cruel, but it is true. Who likes to hear the wrinkles and faces of white-haired beauties? In the eyes of future generations, Su Xiaoxiao has become an aesthetic embodiment beyond the secular.

Hey, Su Xiaoxiao, are you a scholar in China? Or did the China literati fulfill you?