Since Shen Yuan's farewell, more than thirty years have passed.
Things change for stars, and the land tour is already the year of flower armor.
Repeatedly on the advice, through the eunuch sea ups and downs.
Published the "Jiannan Poetry Manuscript", And Lu You's poetry became increasingly famous.
In his spare time, he sent love to the landscape, a glass of wine, a book, a mountain and river...
and a deceased man who did not want to be mentioned.
In the autumn of that year, Lu You accidentally went up the mountain to pick some chrysanthemums, which were sewn into a chrysanthemum pillow that was dazzling and calming.
The fragrance of chrysanthemums overflowed, and Lu You's thoughts passed through the gaps of time and shadow, returning to more than forty years ago,
The poetic years of the silky days:
In the twentieth year of the year, I tasted the chrysanthemum pillow poem quite passed down to people this autumn and even re-picked the chrysanthemum seam pillow sac and felt two songs
One
Yellow flowers are picked as pillow sacs, and the curved screen is deep and fragrant.
Recalling forty-three years of dreams, the lights dimmed and no one said that the intestines were broken.
Second
Shao Ri once inscribed a chrysanthemum pillow poem, and the silver beetle compiled the fragments of the lock spider silk.
Everything in the world is exhausted, and only the fragrance is as good as the old times.
It turned out that after thousands of mountains and rivers, the Iranian people in their hearts were still there.
At that time, the talented Lu You married Tang Wan, the favorite person in Xiu Waihui.
They love each other regardless of the eyes of others:
There are three thousand floating worlds, three lu ai, sun and moon and wan.
The sun is the dynasty, the moon is the twilight, and the moon is the twilight of the dynasty.
Lu is the same, so is Tang.
In the first autumn after the new marriage, they collected yellow chrysanthemums together.
The clever Tang Wan's hand sewed a chrysanthemum pillow for Lu You, and Lu You was extremely nervous, afraid that the needle would prick Tang You's hand.
In the new house, the curved screens and the deep curtains are stained with the faint fragrance.
The love of the young couple is as long as the charm of the chrysanthemum.
Margaret. Mitchell once said: For the world, you are a person;
But for someone, you are his whole world.
For Lu Tang, it was all there.
However, the rain sends dusk flowers easy to fall, people are in different places, this is not yesterday.
Time and space passed, and forty-three years had passed since that old dream.
The lights are dark and the old feelings are unforgettable, but there is no one to tell.
Tang Huan, under the Nine Springs has long since turned into silt;
And Lu You, although he temporarily lives in the human world, he is also full of white hair.
During this period, he shared happiness and hardships with his stepwife Wang Shi and raised seven children.
Even if it is respectful to the Wang family and raises eyebrows, it is difficult to calm down in the end.
This intention is difficult to reconcile, and there is both gratitude and guilt in my heart for the Wang family,
There is also remorse and bitter love for Tang Wan-
"Old people are forgetful, but they don't forget to miss each other."
Who said the same thing about old love 43 years ago?
Stepwives, children, and old friends are all speechless, and can only knock out their front teeth and swallow.
Probably the world, there are some deep pain and struggle,
Limited to society, ideas, etiquette, and feelings, it is impossible to speak to people.
For Lu You, you can't say it and you have to say it, what kind of pain is that?
Love and marriage, after all, can not be reconciled.
Ideals and reality are always pulling back and forth.
You sacrificed the favorite, sacrificed innocence, sleekness, and fame,
But I found that I still had a bad life.
Picking chrysanthemums together that day was such a good time.
Autumn light, high clouds. No words of grandeur, no affection.
Lu You was full of interest and wrote several poems about The Wing Ju Pillow and read them with Tang Huan.
They all thought that in this life they would hold the hand of their son and grow old with their son.
However, the dust edge has always been like water, mo sentimental, love hurts oneself.
Today, the box in which the poems are stored is covered with cobwebs.
The poem manuscript has also been damaged and damaged by bookworms.
Just like that unforgettable love, it also makes his heart scarred.
The red dust has long been worn out, and only the chrysanthemum pillow in front of you is still as fragrant as in the old days.
The quiet fragrance also reminds Lu You of the fame and dust of these thirty years:
He was appreciated by Emperor Gaozong of Song and was promoted to the rank of Emperor Zhizhi of Dali Temple and Emperor Zheng of the Imperial Household.
All the way to the spring breeze, Tang Wan seemed to smile at him not far away;
He was disliked by Emperor Xiaozong of Song, and was demoted to Zhenjiang Prefecture (镇江府通判) and Jiankang Fu (建康府通判) because of his advice.
Even when he was deposed, he seemed to hear Tang Huan sighing slightly;
He entered the shogunate of Wang Yan, proposed the Pingrong Strategy, and personally patrolled the Great Scattered Pass.
Thinking of Tang Wan in his heart, he wrote "Lou Boat Night Snow Guazhou Ferry, Iron Horse Autumn Wind Scattering Pass";
In Shuzhong, he suggested that the Northern Expedition regain the lost land, but it was not adopted, and in anger, he directly called himself "Fang Weng".
At first, he did not dare to disobey his mother's fate, but now he finally stubbornly did himself again.
……
The mountains and rivers are far away, and the fireworks in the world are fireworks. None of them are her, none of them are not her.
When there is poverty at the end of the world, there is only an endless place for acacia.
Keigo Higashino said: What you once had has been taken away,
It doesn't mean you're going back to when you didn't have that kind of thing.
Tang Huan is the fire in his heart, the cloud of smoke, which will not be extinguished or dispersed until he dies.
In fact, there was once a fire in each of our hearts.
We all long for this fire to burn for the people and things we love.
But in life, where there are so many wishes to achieve things, it is the norm in the adult world to seek perfection.
Therefore, the flame in the hearts of many people always rises slowly and then slowly extinguishes.
Therefore, in the hearts of many people, only the smoke that gradually fills the smoke after the fire is extinguished.
For Lu You, Tang Huan was the burning fire in his heart, and it was also the smoke after the fire was extinguished.
He had never forgotten before, and he could not forget since:
In 1192, at the age of 68, Lu You revisited the Shen Garden of the Three Yi Lords, and saw that the "Phoenix of the Dragon Head" was still carved on the stone, saw things and thought of people, inscribed and composed a poem of the Seven Laws;
In 1199, Lu You was 75 years old, and then composed the second song of "Shen Yuan", Yun "sad under the bridge of spring waves, once a stunning photo";
In 1201, Lu You was 77 years old, and he composed two poems of "Yu Temple", and he was sad that he could not swim with his lover;
In 1205, Lu You, who was already 81 years old, dreamed of returning to Shen Garden and composed the poem "Sleepwalking in the Pavilion of Shen's Garden on the Night of December 2nd";
The following year, the 82-year-old Lu You wrote "Night Smell of Evil", and at night he heard the birds wailing.
Recalling the mournful cry of Tang Wan being reprimanded by her mother's vicious voice in the past, she was cowardly at that time, but now she only feels that her liver and intestines are broken;
A year before his death, the 84-year-old Lu You visited ShenYuan for the last time and wrote the last poem recalling Tang Wan's "Spring Tour", and died in the winter of this year.
The flowers in Shen Garden bloom every year, and the people who watch the flowers have long gone.
The scene of the inadvertent encounter between the three of shen yuan had haunted him for fifty years.
In this life, he insisted on resisting gold and experienced wind and rain.
In this lifetime, he wrote a lot of works, only the "Jiannan Poetry Manuscript" was 85 volumes, and more than 9,000 poems were collected.
Liang Qichao once praised him:
The poetry world has been swept away for thousands of years, and the soul of the soldier has been destroyed.
Concentrated nineteen from the military music, the ancient boy one put the weng.
All this was just to make Tang Huan's fire burn in another way on him.
In his life, the husband and wife were harmonious, and the children and grandchildren were full of halls.
Tang Huan only lived for 28 years, and Zhao Shicheng, who loved her deeply, died on the battlefield at the age of 40.
He didn't mind the misconceptions that others misunderstood him, and he didn't mind that others didn't know the bitterness in his heart.
He is just forbearing, pretending to be strong to bear the burden of life, and dressing himself up as a good son, a good employee, a good husband, and a good father.
In the face of reality, he could not be desperate, and he could only hide all kinds of feelings in his heart after that.
The loneliness in his heart is like you and me.