The ugliest man in the Northern Song Dynasty was none other than He Zhu.
He Zhu grew tall, his eyes bulged out, his face was iron blue, and his nickname was He Ghost Head.
The Southern Song Dynasty poet Lu You described He Zhu's appearance in this way: He Fang's appearance was strange and ugly, and the color was blue and black.
However, it is such a strange and ugly man who has a heart as tender as water.
He wrote a poem "Hengtang Road", the whole word is gentle and gentle.
Ling Bo is not on Hengtang Road, but he sees and fang dusts away. Who is the degree of Kinsehua Nian? Moon Bridge Flower Pavilion, trivial window Zhuhu, only spring knowledge.
FeiYun Ran Ran Gao Twilight, color pen new title broken intestine sentence. How much leisure do you have? A river of tobacco, full of wind in the city, plums yellow when the rain.
The writer met a woman near Hengtang.
But he neither knew the main purpose of the woman, nor did he have the fate to know her.
Watching the beautiful woman walk through Hengtang Road, I was moved by it.
Cao Zhi wrote "Luoshen Fu", describing Luoshen's footsteps as "Ling Bo micro steps, Luo Socks dust".
This woman is also the same Ling Bo micro-step, which shows that she is very beautiful and fragrant.
He imagined that such a beautiful woman should live in a place with rich houses and a beautiful environment.
In that place, the only thing that accompanied the woman was the spring light of flowers and leaves.
A stunning side, unforgettable for a long time.
He stood for a long time at the place where they met, waiting for the woman to pass by again, but he could not wait for the Arrival of the Yi people.
Full of sorrow, I can only lift the pen, write ten thousand kinds of sorrows on the end of the pen, pin some reverie, pin a little nostalgia.
A river of tobacco, full of wind in the city, plums yellow when the rain.
Because of these three sentences, He Zhu has been known as "He Meizi" since then.
"Grass" is a thin tobacco that is full of smoke and endless, vast plains.
"Rain" is a misty drizzle that does not stop like smoke and fog when the plums are yellow.
"Silk" is a willow that floats all over the city, without end and without end.
The sorrow of love and unsure hung over this sad man.
His face was ugly, but he was full of tenderness, and in the haze of smoke and rain, his delicate tenderness was scattered.