Luo Yin, the character Zhaozhi, died at the age of more than seventy. Extremely talented, but repeatedly tried, has entered the field of science more than ten times, all of them returned home, but always maintained a tenacious heart, not afraid of the world, timely music, leaving countless poems, for posterity to raise a glass to dispel sorrows, the moon under the move.
He is a native of Hangzhou, that is, Jiangnan, which I often miss, and he has attacked the talent of Jiangnan Jiadi, the softness of the Mizuki age and the handsomeness of the snow in Cangshan Mountain.
They all said: "The chest is full of ink and ink, and the belly has poetry and bookishness." But Luo Yin, who was famous for his poetry, still lost to his ugly appearance. Luo Yin studied hard from an early age and mastered poetry, although the full belly of poetry did not make him proud of the spring breeze in the field and the first. However, it did not affect the appreciation of the high-ranking officials and celebrities and the red face of the red face. At that time, the prime minister Zheng Bi and her Qianjin both admired Luo Yin's talent, especially Miss Zheng Jia, who was obsessed with Luo Yin's poetry and had a love affair.
It's just that the world makes people, miss Zheng family wants the Yushu Linfeng and Lufan Scarf Luo Yin can't afford to give, but it is not the fault of the season of seeing each other, but the reality and dream are too far away after all, always unattainable.
The dancing boy in her dreams became a scruffy old man, and the auspicious time she waited for became the sunset of the western mountains, like a dream bubble breaking the flowers in her heart. From then on, she could no longer believe in the beauty of the talented man and Pan An described in the poem, and Luo Yin no longer believed that he still had love in this world.
Zhang Xian of the Song Dynasty was unruly, eighteen brides and eighty langs, and Luo Yin at this time was just over half a hundred, but he had to endure such severe pain, and this taste, even if it was separated by a thousand years, also made people feel uncomfortable.
The beauty that was envisioned by the poetry on the paper shattered the falling flowers on the edge of dreams and awakenings. Presumably, if a person with an obsessive heart is only afraid of having a love-hate feud for no reason, and even the unrelated people are killed, they will also push the originally beautiful and pure woman into the abyss of hatred, and the soul of the person who has evil thoughts will be scattered together.
The Buddha said that all love will be, impermanence is rare and long, there is much fear in life, life is in danger of morning dew, from love to worry, from love to fear, if you are separated from the lover, there is no worry or fear. But if this is really the case, will you and I, walking in this world, really be carefree and happy forever?
Rise and fall is uncertain, scattered and gathered for no reason, life can not be avoided, how can death be spared?
Fang knew that the reason why Luo Yin did not lift up ten was not because he looked ugly, nor was it because he was not knowledgeable enough. Rather, he was too blunt about current affairs, too ironic, and criticized those in power, and was not hired.
He pitied Xi Shi, who was living outside the sai and had gone to a foreign land, but the red face behind the screen and the blue curtain, because of his two sideburns and a black face, abandoned the poem that he couldn't bear to release last night's consolation on his chest, and saw it far away.