Thousand Autumns Sing Double Flying Butterflies Forever Flowing Fang
The reader went to the deserted platform, and the spring breeze grew wild moss for many years. The peach blossoms on the mountain were red like fire, and a pair of butterflies flew again.
"Years and years of spring breeze, the green mountains are still the same, people go to the sky, leaving behind the mountains full of moss." The peach blossoms on the mountain were burning, crimson like fire, and a pair of butterflies danced, flying and returning. ”
Sixty years ago, a violin concerto "Liang Zhu" made me feel enchanted, and let me understand that the charm of music can express the poignant story of encountering each other, worshipping on the grass bridge, three years in the same window, sending away eighteen, long pavilion farewell, Yingtai anti-marriage, crying ghost accusation, and butterfly before the grave.
Twenty years ago, a movie directed by Xu Ke starring Wu Qilong and Yang Caini made me cry, making me clear that the love in the world can be earth-shattering, can be dry and rotten, can be unswerving, can fly away from the wings, and can flow through the ages.
The love story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, after more than 1,600 years of deposition, refinement and extraction, still inspires the world under today's impetuous blue sky, shining in the brilliant stars, interpreting the most beautiful truth of love, and inheriting the immortal classic legend.
1
The moon white wind clears the flowers, and the screen window blue lights penetrate the double shadow. At night, all kinds of people were speechless, and the sound of reading in the West Building was heard.
That year, the spring flowers were full of flowers, the breeze was gentle, and the milky white moonlight slowly sprinkled on her body. Looking through the curtain of the window ledge, a green lamp shadowed the two snuggled figures. The night is quiet, empty and lonely, the thoughts are all in the wordless, and the west building reads aloud in the empty night sky.
A young girl with a heart of orchid, through the flow of time for thousands of years, walked in style, smiled, and walked towards her.
She loved to sing poetry and wanted to go out to study, but she was bound by feudal ideas and could only read behind closed doors at home, but a tireless heart had already passed through the boudoir and flew to the bookstore school outside the window.
One day, she secretly made up her mind, so she dressed up as a man with a bearded woman, disguised herself, and quietly escaped from home to study in Yuezhou.
Unexpectedly, this trip turned into a poignant blood-colored wave, and turned into a song of pity and sorrow.
On the way to study, inside the Grass Bridge Pavilion, she met him unexpectedly.
She Yun: Zhu Yingtai; he said: Liang Shanbo.
When we meet each other by chance, we will see each other as we always have, fall in love at first sight, unrestrained, and chat freely. Liangshan Po is simple and simple, with gratitude in his heart, his heart waves turn, he picks up the soil for incense, and marries Zhu Yingtai as a golden orchid. Subsequently, the two accompanied each other all the way to Yuezhou.
Wind and rain are accompanied by each other, mutual help and mutual encouragement of fellow passers-by. The green plum bamboo horse has no guesses, and the heart is imprinted with the heart is a confidant.
At the Wansong Academy in Huijicheng, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai read together in the same window, inseparable.
Remember the gentle spring rain outside the academy window? I am carrying an oil-paper umbrella, staggering in the spring of flowers, falling in a colorful way, but you don't understand my long thoughts. Zhu Yingtai sat alone in front of the window and remembered the past, and couldn't help but smile.
Reading together during the day, chanting poems together, talking about the past and the present together, sharing beds together at night, earburns grinding, staying with each other. He has the same temperament as her brothers and sisters, only remembers brotherly love, but does not know the woman's heart; she is sincerely in love with him, and she already has a heart to belong to, but it is difficult to tell the heart, and it is sad.
"Life has been a lover since ancient times, and this hatred is not related to the wind and the moon."
Could it be that the love is in the depths of the end? Between you and me, a short section of the road, it seems to be a turn of the look, but across thousands of rivers and mountains, I can't hold back the ripples in my heart, frequently laughing and looking back, but you don't understand the style, do not know that the depth is like the sea, the flowing water babbling "heartless" love falling flowers.
2
Herbs, warblers and swallow dances.
The heart is like the wildflowers of March, and finally it is the season of blooming, no matter how gentle and subtle, it is only a temporary flower blossom.
That year, during the Qingming Dynasty, there was drizzle, flowers blooming, and the breeze was blowing. They joined hands to play in Jinghu Lake, the lake was babbling, and the Mandarin ducks were playing in the water, quietly stirring Zhu Yingtai's heart.
She looked at Liang Shanbo with affection, as if she had a thousand words, but she thought about it and looked back, holding the pipa and half covering her face, but carefully showing her heart and secretly promising Liang Shanbo.
Men often lack keen insight, are often blinded by the worldly smoke and dust, and often wander under the fence of love buds, not knowing the children's love before the flower.
Just as Liang Shanbo only knows the depth of brotherly love, he can't see through the woman's exquisite thoughts, and he can't figure out the woman's care and displacement. Perhaps, he, even a pure and true man, does not understand the love affair between men and women? Confused?
His incomprehensible style, but let Zhu Yingtai quite troublesome, but the time is not waiting, time passes in a hurry.
One day, Yingtai's father missed his daughter and was in a hurry to return, so Yingtai had to return to his hometown in a hurry. It is only the companionship of day and night, the long-term love, the sudden separation, but it is also inseparable. She can't let go of her deep love for Liang Shanbo, three years of reading together, inseparable, how to talk?
Autumn wind, where is the fall of the British? It's just that the tide of the Heart Lake is creeping in, slowly, leisurely, turning into a pool of bleak sorrow.
In desperation, he and she sent each other for eighteen miles, the road was long, affectionate, clinging to it, and tears in his eyes. One of her hearts was shattered, colorful into an endless long road.
She still couldn't help asking:
"Brother Liang, have you ever heard the poignant story of the cowherd weaver girl..."
"Brother Liang, have you ever seen a Mandarin duck playing in the water..."
"Brother Liang, can we be counted as the Golden Boy and Jade Girl..."
……
Wishing Yingtai money and money, sonar, tender and sweet, from time to time to borrow things to caress, hinting at affection, do you know that I have long been secretly promised, and have long loved deeply?
Liang Shanbo is loyal and simple, how can he have a variety of styles? Just laughing foolishly, feeling overwhelmed, not knowing what to do, not understanding the elegance.
Zhu Yingtai had no choice but to lie that there were nine sisters in the family, who were as beautiful as flowers, with high moral character, and similar appearance and conduct to himself, and was willing to be a matchmaker for Liang Shanbo.
Just good intentions, you know?
Before leaving, thousands of instructions, do not forget the letterhead I left for you?
The miserable shallow autumn, wordlessly parting, looking at each other and wandering like the autumn wind Xiao Xiao blowing, the end of the world is broken, can not walk a journey of time and landscape.
3
Accompanied by several springs day and night, Mo did not know the body of Yingtai's daughter. Until the day when Fleur came out of the water, Fang Wu was the most bitter love.
Winter is approaching, and the north wind is blowing.
The sunset was like blood, the twilight was heavy, she looked through the window sill of the boudoir attic, the autumn water had long been flowing, but she did not think about the pain of this lovesickness, but it was also as harsh as the north wind.
Liang Shanbo's family was sleepy, and he did not get up to go for a long time, but he often missed the love of Jinlan, and the date of the letterhead of The Yingtai had long passed, but he had not lived up to this brotherly love.
Spring flower viewing, summer butterfly hunting, autumn moon, winter snow, the scene of the past flashed in his mind, hesitation and wandering or can not withstand the deep friendship formed in three years. Therefore, in the early spring morning, Liang Shanbo greeted a touch of morning light and came with money. It's just that after a long and painful four seasons, the midwinter of life has just begun.
Finally, he met her, he looked at her beautiful nine sisters, like a dream, surprised and happy and regretful, only to understand that the person sleeping in the same bed was the young girl who was delicate and fragrant, but he did not know it at all.
Tears lit up, and the torment of acacia made her emaciated and haggard. Zhu Yingtai turned around, and Yingying's tearful eyes made his heart tremble with pain.
Therefore, you and I are sincere, and a thousand words are heartfelt. At the turn, the window sill pavilion is full of spring colors, but the two hearts are also nestled with each other, but they do not know that the tactful and poignant is only sad.
The jade people are intentional or unintentional, how many jin and jade are married? The matchmaker said that the parents were destined, and the stick beat the Mandarin Duck and the two west and east.
Liang Shanbo confided his love to Zhu Yingtai, but she told him that his parents had accepted the Dowry of the Ma family and that he had promised ma Wencai.
"Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they were speechless."
For a moment, it was raining a gentle drizzle outside the window, like two lines of hot tears on the cheeks. If there are lovers who have nothing to say, are they even inseparable? In the face of the words of the matchmaker, the fate of the parents, all the beauty is just a bubble.
Zhu Yingtai put his butterfly jade pendant into Liang Shanbo's hand and burst into tears. "You can't be born with the same cave, and you must die together!" The two made a vow and said goodbye sadly.
4
Life does not live together and die, and they accompany each other on the Huangquan Road. The double butterflies dance, and the grace and love are endless.
Under the grief and grief, Liang Shanbo was depressed and unhappy, and soon after being summoned by the imperial court to be the commander of Yin County (present-day Fenghua County), he became ill with lovesickness and sorrow.
Before dying, Liang Shanbo asked the book boy Sijiu to go to Zhu Yingtai's house to see her for the last time, but because Zhu Yingtai's parents blocked him, Sijiu returned home.
Extreme thoughts and disappointments engulfed his thoughts, and the thoughts of the seven-foot boy were like fire in the wind, extinguished in an instant. He looked at the butterfly jade pendant, and even flew away quietly.
When the bad news came, Zhu Yingtai was devastated, his heart was like a knife, and in desperation, he sealed himself in the attic, not eating or drinking.
The wedding date is approaching, but the figure of Liang Shanbo appeared in her mind, Caoqiao worship, three years of the same window, eighteen sending, building and platform meeting, deep affection, could have been a good relationship, not to think of Liang Shanbo drinking and hating Huangquan.
Ten thousand arrows pierced the heart, all thoughts were gray, and for the promise of the oath before his death, he had a plan in his heart, so he responded to this marriage.
On that day, the gongs and drums were noisy, the cannons and bamboo sounded, and Zhu Yingtai took a boat and walked slowly, halfway to the time of approaching the tomb of Liang Shanbo. Suddenly, lightning flashed and thundered, the wind and waves were so strong that the ship could not move forward, so it had to dock and travel on foot.
Zhu Yingtai mourned, disembarked and rushed to the Liang Shanbo cemetery, when she touched Liang Shanbo's tombstone and cried bitterly, the suppressed emotions in her heart burst out like a tide. Suddenly, the dark clouds were thick, the sand was flying away, and everyone was terrified, but they wished Yingtai calmly.
"Brother Shan, I'm coming..." Her voice just dropped. The tomb suddenly collapsed, revealing a gap, Zhu Yingtai got up and jumped like a grave, and in a flash, the tombstone closed, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the rainbow hung high.
A pair of dancing butterflies flew from the grave and flew to the distant sky...
"Regardless of injustice or fate, Don't say butterfly dreams, but also your life in this life, this life and the past life, both fly through thousands of lifetimes..."
(End)
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