The Tang Xianzu Memorial Hall in Fuzhou is a comprehensive cultural venue built to commemorate Tang Xianzu, one of the world’s hundred great cultural figures and a master of Ming‑dynasty drama in China. It is also one of Jiangxi Province’s ten major memorial halls dedicated to historical luminaries.
Tang Xianzu Stories | A Serendipitous Encounter Leads to Honored Guests – Tang Xianzu Memorial Hall, Fuzhou City: A Digital Memorial Hall
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2023-10-11
Encountering a witty reply makes one an honored guest.
In his hometown of Fuzhou, many stories about Tang Xianzu in his youth have been passed down; each one reveals his wit and talent. One such tale, well known even to children, is the story of how he dodged the rain. The story goes:
One day, Tang Xianzu returned home from Fengcheng, weary and travel‑stained. As he walked along, full of high spirits, the once clear sky suddenly grew overcast; before long, dark clouds had gathered, and raindrops began to fall. Having carelessly left his umbrella behind, Tang Xianzu grew anxious—when suddenly he spotted a grand mansion by the roadside. Hastening toward it, he sought shelter from the downpour. The mansion’s gates stood wide open, and the sound of reading drifted out, mingling seamlessly with the patter of rain. Unable to resist, Tang Xianzu stepped inside. There were about seven or eight children studying, and at the sight of an outsider, they were startled, all turning to gaze at Tang Xianzu. The murmur of their voices ceased abruptly. The elderly scholar who was teaching them was deeply vexed; fixing his angry gaze on Tang Xianzu, he demanded, “Who are you? Where on earth did you come from? How dare you be so impolite!”
When someone inquired, Tang Xianzu immediately bowed and replied with four lines of poetry composed on the spot:
A fine drizzle falls, and I trudge along with mud on my boots.
Linchuan’s Tang Xianzu returned from teaching in Fengcheng.
Hearing this, the old gentleman was greatly delighted. It turned out he, too, was a man of letters; and as for that poem—spontaneously composed yet smooth and easy to recite—it seemed he was indeed quite learned. On a whim, he said, “I’ll propose a couplet; if you can match it well, far from seeking shelter from the rain here, I shall surely treat you as my honored guest.”
Tang Xianzu, too, was young and full of vigor, and readily agreed.
The old gentleman pondered for a moment, then said, “When the peonies bloom, the seven sons all bring springtime to the hall.” Before his words had even faded, he turned to Tang Xianzu, a look of smug satisfaction spreading across his face. What he did not expect was that, even as his voice was still lingering, Tang Xianzu blurted out, “When the sycamore leaves fall, a single bachelor is left to face the autumn wind.”
The old gentleman secretly applauded. Such couplets are often easy to compose but hard to match; yet today, Tang Xianzu’s pair is remarkably well‑balanced in both wording and structure, with an exquisite artistic conception as well.

As the saying goes, it is a joy in life when one meets an equal opponent at chess or a worthy rival on the battlefield. The elderly gentleman burst into hearty laughter, bowed respectfully, and said, “An unexpected encounter—this old man is delighted to have met a true steed of a thousand li; truly, it is a blessing from three lifetimes.” Tang Xianzu understood that this was but polite pleasantries, yet in fact it was another opening line, waiting for him to respond with the second half. So he cupped his hands in reverence and replied modestly, “By fate we’ve crossed paths; this humble youth has gained more than ten years of learning—truly a rare opportunity in a hundred years.”
The two exchanged couplets, their exchanges lively and spirited. Just then, a man emerged from the inner room—none other than the master of the house, a locally renowned wealthy gentleman of considerable learning. With nothing else to do, he too had grown curious about the art of couplet‑making. Polite as ever, he said, “Having heard your two verses, I can tell this young scholar is no ordinary fellow. I’ve come across an upper line that has puzzled me for many days, yet I still haven’t found a suitable lower line. Today, I must seek your guidance. But since we’re composing in the rain, we ought to stake a bit—after all, it suits both the joy of the rain and the pleasure of the paired lines.”
Tang Xianzu refused to be outdone. He said, “I would like to hear the details.”
The wealthy man said, “If your response is right and truly exquisite, I shall treat you to fine wine and sumptuous dishes; but if you cannot match it, or if your answer is merely mediocre, then I bid you take leave of this place in the rain—what say you?” Outside, a heavy downpour swept in from the horizon, the tiny raindrops pattering against the windowsill with a sharp, rhythmic crackle, turning the world into a vast, white expanse in an instant. Tang Xianzu glanced outside and, with no choice, agreed.
The wealthy man posed his couplet: “A guest seeks lodging in my humble abode, where the poor window feels desolate.” This opening line is perfectly suited to the occasion and conveys a modest humility, implying that his meager means make it difficult to welcome guests. Though it may seem like a casual composition, it was in fact crafted with great care. If you look closely, what striking feature do these nine characters share? That’s right—each one bears the “treasure‑cover” radical. To compose a matching lower line that is equally straightforward and accessible, while also adhering to the same common radical for every character, is no easy feat.
Tang Xianzu understood that since the upper couplet had sprung from this very setting, the lower one would naturally be found within it as well. He surveyed the grand mansion—exquisitely crafted—and after a moment’s thought, a smile suddenly lit his face. With a respectful bow, he replied, “A guest of honor finds lodging in an official’s residence; a wealthy household is vast and generous.” The words, too, seemed to echo the surroundings, each character bearing the “treasure‑roof” radical, as if the pair had been fashioned by heaven itself. The rich man clapped his hands in approval, recognizing that this young scholar must surely be a prodigy. He ordered his servants to lay out a banquet in his honor, and Tang Xianzu became the honored guest at the table. Host and guest conversed with great delight, their spirits mingling in warm, harmonious pleasure.
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