The Dream of the Witch

Joy suddenly turns to sorrow, just as fallen petals and a mournful bird appear; just as new sorrows are swept away, sorrow returns again. 　　This poem,
"Remembering an Old Friend in Peach Blossom Spring," describes how the spring scenery is so alluring, making it impossible to sleep or sit still. Even the most heartless among us are moved by the spring breeze. How much more so for talented and passionate individuals, for this reason, for the wise men of the ages, who lament the passing of spring and grieve for autumn, their very essence softening their bones and making their spirits tremble. Now, let us speak of a woman of exceptional charm and chastity; first, let us speak of a man of exceptional talent and deep affection. Where were these two born, in what prefecture, state, and county, that they committed such acts? 　　Let us now speak of Dongchang Prefecture in Shandong, in the area of Linqing Prefecture. During the Chenghua era of the Ming Dynasty, a customs post was established there, attracting merchants from all over the country, making it a large port. All official ships, grain ships, and cargo ships would dock there for several days. Therefore, many businesses and shops were established. Students from the south traveled and studied, and the number of local scholars increased significantly. There were originally two cities, an old one and a new one. The old city had many scholars but few merchants, making it feel more peaceful. The new city, with its three main streets and four alleys, was inhabited by wealthy merchants and lived in extreme luxury. 　　Occasionally, a scholar would appear, but he was quick-witted and studious, and would pass the imperial examinations. There was a scholar named Wang, from a lane called Dingzi Lane, who was exceptionally handsome. He married a woman named Li, whose beauty was indescribable, except that she was blind in one eye. Wang loved her dearly and often said to her, "I think all women in the world should only have one eye. Even though I am beautiful, I feel that having an extra eye doesn't make me any prettier." 　　Therefore, he indulged in this day and night, developing a phobia. After three years of marriage, they had a son; because it was the Year of the Dragon, he was nicknamed Chen-ge (Brother Chen), and he turned three. Wang's phobia recurred, worsening day by day. He burned paper money and took medicine, but to no avail. 　　On the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, he fell ill again, and on the 28th, he died. 　　Li, left to raise her son, endured a life of hardship. Moreover, both her parents had passed away, and she had no brothers; only a younger sister, married to the wealthy Feng family of Tianqiao. Her sister frequently sent silver and rice to support her sister's family. Her brother-in-law was a government-subsidized scholar named Feng Shigui; he often met with Wang Wenren for literary pursuits and drinking, and they got along very well. Therefore 　　, Li's wife also helped her widowed sister. In the year Wang Wenren died, during the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the Feng family had a daughter, nicknamed Guijie, also called Guixian, meaning "to pluck the laurel in the moon palace." Li remained chaste, truly steadfast and unyielding; everyone knew of her and respected her. 　　Three years passed in the blink of an eye, and Chenge was six years old. He was given to a tutor, Mr. Shi, to teach him to read the *Three Character Classic* and *Prodigy Poems*. He memorized them after only one lesson . His formal name was Wang Song. Mr. Shi, seeing his intelligence and exceptional talent, gave him the courtesy name Gaoshan. 　　He went to school early and returned late, and in less than two months, he had memorized the *Three Character Classic* and *Prodigy Poems*. 　　One day, his teacher gave him a two-character couplet and asked him to match it. The teacher 　　said, "举人" (juren, a successful candidate in the provincial examination). Wang Song immediately replied, "进士" ( 　　jinshi, a successful candidate in the imperial examination). The teacher was very pleased and told his mother. He then bought him *The Great Learning* and *The Doctrine of the Mean*, increasing the number of lines to four or five each day. He memorized them by noon and never forgot them. 　　One day, the teacher gave him a five-character couplet and asked him to match it. The teacher said, "Only Heaven is above." 　　Wang Song immediately replied, "No mountain is equal to it." 　　The teacher asked in surprise, "These two lines are from an ancient poem. How do you, a mere student, know them?" 　　Wang Song said, "I just felt that if the teacher's first line was there, my second line would be there too, but even I didn't know." 　　The teacher said, "It seems that you must have been a learned person in your previous life and have been reincarnated. If you study for a few more years, you will surely become a prodigy." 　　From then on, the teacher would occasionally teach him a few lines from *The Great Learning*, and he would understand them all. He studied for three years, finishing the Four Books, and then read some poetry. That year, at the age of nine, his teacher began teaching him how to solve problems. Within two months, he had solved a good problem. 　　He was then taught how to solve follow-up problems, which became even easier. Only when he began to explain the concepts 　　did he begin to make progress, after another six months of practice. The teacher said, "Although I am a scholar, I am already old." He then said to his mother, "Your son is very intelligent and will surely amount to something great; next year you must send him to a teacher who can pass the examinations and is skilled in writing . I am too old for this; I cannot hinder your son's future." 　　His mother said, "What are you saying, sir? My son is still a child. Please teach him for a few more years. Let him be twelve or thirteen before we make a decision. The tuition fee is small; we can discuss increasing it next year." 　　The teacher said, "I am not concerned about the tuition fee; it is only because your son is exceptionally intelligent and has great potential. I fear that I..." "Outdated scholars are ruining his important affairs. Since you are so kind, Grandma Wang, I will obey your command. However, your son is intelligent and eager to study. You could buy a small collection of essays printed in the south from the booksellers at the temple. I will carefully select some and read and explain them to him. Perhaps he could become a wise teacher." 　　Li was overjoyed and took a small gold hairpin from her hair, handing it to Mr. Shi, saying, "Please ask you to buy a copy at the bookstore. Let's agree on a price, and I will go to collect it tomorrow." 　　Indeed, 　　it is easy to sell gold to buy books and read books to buy gold. 　　Mr. Shi took the hairpin and said, "As you wish." He immediately took his leave and indeed brought a small collection of essays, which he read and explained to Wang Song. 　　Two years passed in a flash, and Wang Song was now eleven years old, and he had begun to write. Not only had he thoroughly mastered the Four Books and Five Classics and explained them clearly, but he had also gradually read quite a bit of the classical prose of Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan, Ouyang Xiu, and Su Shi . At this time, his mind had been greatly enlightened, and he would read until the first watch of the night at home before going to sleep. 　　But he had a bad habit: even at a young age, he would become excited and talkative whenever he saw little girls. Occasionally, a neighbor's little girl would come to his house to play. He would secretly hide behind the door, and when no one was around, he would grab her, either kissing her or pulling down her pants to touch her private parts. Slightly older girls, knowing shame, would run away after being hugged and touched. But if she was six or seven, for some reason, he would hug and touch her from all sides, refusing to let go. He would only release her when she cried out. 　　One day, a pretty eleven-year-old girl from the Jin family next door, who was already somewhat aware of her own desires, was lured into his study by Wang Song's sweet words. He pulled down her pants and repeatedly thrust his thick penis between her legs; when he couldn't penetrate further, both of them would become wet, but neither had lost her virginity . 　　There's a song called "Hanging Branches" as proof: 　　A young boy softly calls his little daughter, "You have yin, I have yang, we'll meet just right. 　　Even at such a young age, can't we have the blessing of love? Sister, you don't know yet, knowing would be unbearable. 　　Let's be a couple who never marry, but stay together until old age. 　　" Meanwhile, Wang Song was seducing the Jin family's daughter when Li Shi stumbled upon them. Without a second thought, she grabbed her by the hair, pulled her over, and beat her wildly, cursing, "You little thief! Your grandfather died young because of lust, and you, you thief, are so hopeless!" 　　The Jin family's daughter, pulling up her trousers, ran away, never 　　daring to return. From then on, the mother was wary of her son, only letting him go to his teacher's house. He studied morning and night for two more years, until he was thirteen.

His essays were not only praised by his teacher, but also lauded by everyone who saw them.
It just so happened that the Provincial Education Commissioner was inspecting Dongchang Prefecture, and the examinations began at the prefectural and county levels. The prefect of Linqing Prefecture issued a notice to examine the young students, and everyone submitted their papers with guarantees. By the fifth watch of the day, about
a thousand students, both adults and children, had gathered at the examination hall. When the roll call was taken and the papers distributed, the prefect noticed that Wang Song was short, only about eleven or twelve years old, and asked, "What are you doing here,
little student, crowding in?" Wang Song replied, "I may be young, but my writing is not small."
The prefect was surprised and said, "Words are not enough. Stand beside me until I have finished taking attendance and distributing the papers, then I will conduct an interview."
Wang Song calmly agreed and stood beside the prefect's desk.
Soon after, the roll call was completed and the papers distributed. The prefect then instructed everyone to sit quietly and listen to the questions. A question was immediately given, and everyone began to work on it. Wang Song, seeing that the magistrate hadn't issued the assignment,
knew he was busy and had forgotten. He knelt before the desk and said, "I beg Your Honor to give me an interview."
The magistrate laughed, "I forgot for a moment. You, at such a young age, dare to ask for an interview? Very well, I'll give you another question. Write one at my desk first. If you do well, I'll
look at you differently; if you don't, I'll send you away."
After pondering for a moment, he said, "I beg for an interview, I beg for an interview. I'll give you 'If it's not possible to ask for it,' and you can write it."
Wang Song calmly took out paper and ink and quickly finished the essay. He handed it to the magistrate, who unfolded it and was pleased with the neat and beautiful characters. After
reading the question, he read the first line: "If one asks for something, there is never anything that can be done, let alone asking for wealth?" The magistrate picked up his brush and circled it carefully. Then, upon reaching the middle, he found an even more astounding
line: "The greedy are a hundred times more numerous than the honest, and the poor a hundred times more numerous than the rich..." The magistrate slammed his fist on the table in admiration, saying, "Such a prodigy exists in this world! At such a young age, his
thoughts are so quick and insightful. I fear you merely memorized it and happened to come up with this answer by chance. Now, try to answer today's exam question. If your answer is as good as this, you will surely be first." He then
asked, "How old are you?"
Wang Song replied, "Although my official title is thirteen, I am not yet old enough to be considered a full twelve."
The magistrate said, "The title 'prodigy' is truly fitting."
Wang Song then wrote two essays with others and submitted them to the court in the afternoon. The magistrate praised him even more after reading them. When the results were announced, he was indeed first in his class.
Because of his young age and exceptional talent, he was granted an interview. During the prefectural examination, after distributing all the examination papers, the prefect, accompanied by the top-ranking young scholar Wang Song, stepped forward and reported, "The prefect has found a
child prodigy and requests an interview with you, Your Excellency."
The prefect glanced at him, inquired about his age, and then instructed that a table and chair be provided in the hall, where he would be given additional questions to test him.
The prefect took his leave. The prefect, still somewhat skeptical, deliberately gave him three questions on reasoning and logic, clearly intending to challenge him. The first was "The Flow of Virtue"; the second was "
When Sweeping and Responding, Advancing and Retreating Properly"; and the third was "Is it Righteous to Be an Elder?" These three questions would have
been difficult .
However, Wang Song possessed an exceptional memory and had read countless contemporary essays. He remembered the best passages for each of the three questions, picked up his pen, slightly modified them, and completed them in one stroke.
At noon, the prefect exclaimed, "Truly a child prodigy! I fear there is no one in the entire prefecture who can rival him."
He ordered the treasury clerk to take him away, reward him with wine and food, and then have him complete the remaining questions for the day. He said, "I'll take first place."
Wang Song thanked him, went to get his meal, and then wrote two more essays. When the results came out, he was again first.
The Provincial Education Commissioner arrived in Dongchang Prefecture and first examined the young scholars, then the scholars. Linqing was the first prefecture, so on the first day, the young scholars from Linqing and Liaocheng were examined. The first-ranked young scholars were called out and searched
before going to the Provincial Education Commissioner's desk to receive their papers. When it was Wang Song's turn to receive his paper, he looked even shorter under the lamplight. The
Provincial Education Commissioner called out, "Stop!" and asked, "In such a large prefecture, why are you children taking the exam?"
Wang Song bowed and replied, "I only examine the writing, not the age. Your Excellency, if you judge people by age, wouldn't you be making a mistake?" The Provincial
Education Commissioner smiled and said, "A child prodigy is not necessarily a good adult. I'll send the paper from the second-ranked student and leave this boastful young scholar to be interviewed at my desk."
In less than an hour, the names were called out and the papers were distributed, and everyone sat down according to their numbers. The Provincial Education Commissioner first gave everyone the questions, then called the young scholar from Linqing to his side and gave him the question
"Children See."
Wang Song stood at the desk, ground the ink, and without even drafting, began to write.
The Provincial Education Commissioner, seeing that he had finished the opening paragraph, called out, "Bring it here."
The opening paragraph read: "When a sage sees a child, he sees him as a child." The Commissioner nodded, saying, "That's interesting. Give it to him, and bring it up when he's finished."
In less than an hour, Wang Song had finished and sent it to the Master. Upon seeing the middle two lines, which read, "Children from different villages have different habits;
because their habits are different, they cannot be seen. Children from different villages have similar natures; because their natures are different, they cannot be seen. Children from different villages can be seen; the similarity between children is visible," the Commissioner
praised it highly and instructed, "When the weather is fine, bring it to the Master's desk. "

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