Many people have asked me to talk about love but can't, and it seems that many people have experienced the feeling of love and not being able to, that is, they don't see it, they think, and it's not right to see it. Your upbringing is telling you to be restrained, and your heart is encouraging you to indulge, it's too painful, right? But you know, there is a person who should be more miserable than you, that is, Bai Juyi, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty, that is, Bai Juyi, who wrote the famous sentence "away from the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered, wildfires burn endlessly, and the spring wind blows and grows again", today through Bai Juyi's love story, talk about this kind of eternal regret that is the same as the famous sentences of the ages, love and can not be.
In 772 AD, Bai Juyi was born in an ordinary family in Henan, saying that it was ordinary, perhaps not ordinary, and on the night of his birth, no one may have paid attention to the Wenqu star in the sky and quietly flashed it. A few years later, Bai Juyi followed his father to Fuli in Suzhou, and began a 35-year long love run. The ending can't help but make people sigh, that year there was a female first grown up in the neighboring family, Ming Xiangling, just turned seven years old, that year, the little teenager was full of love, that is, 11-year-old Bai Juyi. The two children began a year-long relationship. Bai Ju taught Xiang Ling to read and write by hand, and Xiang Ling sang to this learned big brother in his spare time to relieve his boredom. But the good times did not last long, because of the war, Bai Juyi did not quit and left Fu Yuan, and the two people fell into a long lovesickness. Some people always see each other better than nostalgia, if Bai Juyi and Xiang Ling have not met, then there will be less of a miserable and confused love in this world. Unfortunately, when Bai Juyi was 16 years old, he moved Chang'an with the song "Parting from the Ancient Grass" and became famous all over the world. Xiang Ling, who was far away in the palace, was already a lady, and he was also extremely excited to hear such good news. Soon, Bai Juyi, who had returned to Fu Li, was reunited with Xiang Ling, looking at the woman with the appearance of flowers and moons in front of him, the throbbing buried in Bai Juyi's youth memory gradually woke up, and he wrote a sentimental poem "Neighbor Girl" that night. "Lou Ting fifteen victories over the Heavenly Immortals, Daytime Chang'e Dryland Lotus." Where idle parrot language is taught, before the embroidery bed under the blue screen window."
After knowing her son's love affair, Bai Juyi's mother Chen Shi's performance can be described as severe, she criticized Bai Juyi and said, our Bai family has been reading Xiang Mendi for generations, I will not agree to you marrying a rural woman. The doorway in the mouth of the white mother has since become an insurmountable obstacle between the two. Although the flame of love rekindles from time to time, it will be ruthlessly extinguished by the mother.
Half a year later, Bai Juyi's father died of illness, and she returned home to start a three-year-long career of filial piety for her father. During this period, the feelings of Bai Juyi and Xiang Ling reached a new climax, and each of them reached the point where they did not marry and did not marry, but Bai Mu's heart also reached a more decisive level, even to the point where she would rather my son die alone and never allow the singer to enter the gate of the Bai family.
Bai Juyi was disheartened and determined to participate in the scientific expedition and convince his mother's stubbornness with a better future. Before leaving the spell, two people promise each other that you must not be in this life, and when the love is strong, you can always promise everything, but the word promise that cannot stand up to scrutiny in the world is the word commitment, because the commitment means that it cannot be achieved at this time, and it cannot be realized at this time, and with the passage of time, there are more and more changes, most of the commitments are just a whim, and finally. All lost to time and buried in the sea of people, and the love between Bai Juyi and Xiang Ling was like this. On the way to Jiangnan, Bai Juyi thought of Chengchao and wrote "Sending XiangLing". "The tears are cold and frozen, and every time they pass through the heights, they will turn back, and when they know goodbye, they should be worried about the west building by the railing."
After that, Bai Juyi opened a highlight moment, in one fell swoop, the second year of high school again, originally thought that when his mother was happy, he would definitely agree to his marriage with Xiang Ling, but this time, Bai Juyi actually forced her to die. The soulless Bai Juyi wrote the poem "Birth and Parting" that was cut off. "For the sake of knowing that life is difficult to be born, suffering is in the heart and bitterness in the liver, birth parting, birth parting." There is no interruption in sorrow, anxiety and hard work and blood decline, and Chinese New Year's Eve when gray hair." In the years that followed, both men kept their promises and waited for the willows to shine. At the age of 34, Bai Juyi and his friends traveled with their friends to the Xianyou Temple in Shaanxi Province, talking about the old affairs of Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei, and involuntarily transformed into a person in the play, and wrote the famous "Long Hate Song". "On the seventh day of July, in the Hall of Eternal Life, when no one whispered in the middle of the night. In heaven wish to be compared to a winged bird, in the earth wish to be a branch. The days go on and on, and the hate goes on forever."
Bai Juyi was 35 years old and was awarded the Zhou Zhi County Lieutenant again. At this time, Xiang Ling is 31 years old, the former style and good appearance have been stained with wind and frost, and the feelings of the once young girl have slowly been erased by time. A year later, Bai Juyi rose again, and the 36-year-old Bai Juyi was still alone, and his mother gradually grew old, but he did not have a son and a half daughter. Thinking of this, he was heartbroken, drunk in the tavern, and met his close friend Yang Yuqing. After several conversations, Bai Juyi broke the last psychological defense line, and finally married Yang Yuqing's sister at the age of 37 the following year, that is, Bai Juyi married Yang Yuqing's sister, yang shi as his wife. Xiang Ling heard this bad news, sorrow came from it, he hated Bai Juyi for not keeping his promises, and he also hated himself for being obsessed with waiting, but thinking of the determination of the white mother and the lowness of his identity, he could only blame himself for being blinded by love, and he was obsessed with mispayment. However, fate is always bad at times. He and Xiang Ling were not over yet. Seven years later, the 44-year-old Bai Juyi was framed and demeaned Sima of Jiangzhou. On the way, he and Lady Bai, his wife, met Xiang Ling, who was wandering. Xiang Ling cried, Bai Juyi also cried, he held this green plum bamboo horse, the person he had loved deeply for decades, crying loudly, crying heart-rending lungs. The boy has tears, not softly, but not to the sad place. He knew that the 40-year-old Xiangling Red Tent Lonely Lantern was still not married. "I comb my white hair and add new hatred, and I sweep the moth to reduce the old appearance." Should be strangely mourned by the people, and the teenagers should part ways and meet each other."
Bai Juyi wrote about hate again. He knew that this meeting was only in a hurry, and he wrote "Every Old" and left. She read the poem and left. Xiang Ling is the most beloved woman in Bai Juyi's life, and also the most guilty woman in Bai Juyi's life. This woman once made him understand what, is true love, but also let him understand that love is nothing more than a tragedy buried in the east wind, a sorrow in the night rain. I have some thoughts, and I am far away, and I have feelings, and I am deeply rooted in my intestines. The love of Bai Juyi and Xiang Ling cannot be connected by a series of poems, and the short words and sentences express the deepest emotions.
Today, poetry is no longer the subject of life, but as an embellishment of life, and mendi thought has long ceased to be a gap between love. But there is still a regret that love cannot be avoided. How can I tell you that my regret is you? In fact, love is a matter of regrets, and in the end you will find that the most painful thing about feelings is not to get it, but to be reluctant. Wind and rain life road, you accompany me for a ride. I think of you for the rest of my life, and I will not see you for the rest of my life, and you are in my heart.