When it comes to mourning poems, which sentence comes to mind? Is it "once a shipwreck for water", or "ten years of life and death are two unknowns"?
If you understand that Yuan Shu is a poet with a heart, will you still find "Leaving Thoughts" touching? When you are still sad about Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi", there is a person's work that will make you read shallow and in-depth, unable to help yourself.
He is He Zhu.
Unforgettable because of dedication
Heavier than the gates. What comes from is not the same.
After the sycamore is half dead and frosted, the head white mandarin duck loses its companion and flies.
Hara on the grass, dew chu xi. The old habitat and the new one are two clings.
Empty bed to listen to the rain at the south window, who picked up the lights at night to mend clothes.
- "Partridge Days"
Three years after his wife's departure, he revisited the old place, and the night was even lonelier. The sorrow of the heart like a knife spread throughout the body again, not because I did not want to cry, but because I missed it too much, but I forgot that tears could dispel sorrow.
The rain outside the window was pouring down, and under the dim lights, a woman who had not applied powder but looked like a peach blossom was intently sewing her clothes.
"Madame", He Zhu called out in surprise, the woman raised her face, and there was a long night like a galaxy in her eyes, gentle and brilliant.
He drank some wine and staggered over to hug his wife, who had been thinking about it day and night, but this hug was like a dream bubble. At this moment, the emotions that could no longer be held back turned into tears of acacia and poured down.
"You're gone, and there's no one to sew clothes for me anymore, and no one to listen to the rain and the wind... Woohoo, I miss you so much! ”
A big man cries like a child in the dark of night until he is tired and tired.
A few years later, He Zhu met a woman. The woman said she didn't care about his looks and liked his talent. This reminded him of his deceased wife.
Once upon a time, he was ridiculed as a "ghost head" and was teased that he could not marry his daughter-in-law in this life. The young He Zhu secretly cried out in his heart: I will marry a beautiful daughter-in-law who is as beautiful as a flower, so that you can envy it. However, looking at myself in the bronze mirror, I was slowly relieved.
Maybe it was the mercy of heaven, or maybe it was the blessing of the ancestors, and he was introduced to his wife in the same family.
At first, when we met, he was a little expectant, and a little afraid. He's so ugly, he won't scare people's girls! Fortunately, his worries were superfluous.
The girl who met was not only good-looking, but also gentle like water. In particular, a pair of autumn water eyes contain thousands of emotions, always let him can't help but look at it a few times. The most important thing is that the girl does not dislike his appearance, but values his full talent.
Therefore, the ugly and poor He Zhu married a beautiful woman, which really envied others.
Amorous but not abusive
Lingbo is not hengtang road.
But see, go away. Kinsehua nian who with degrees.
Moon Bridge Flower Courtyard, Trivial Window Zhuhu.
Only the Spring Knowledge.
Flying clouds are rising and falling.
Color pen new title broken intestine sentence. If you ask a little bit of leisure.
A river of tobacco, full of wind in the city.
Plums are yellow when it rains.
- "The Qingyu Case"
She walked, Ling Bo micro-steps, shadow light about. Like the wind, the dark incense that remained for him seemed to float uncontrollably. There was nothing he could do but watch her drift away. Who has the privilege of spending such a great time with her? Maybe only Spring knows!
How is the rain in Suzhou so willing to tick? Maybe it's because he misses and worries too much, and it's rain or tears that blindfold him? Just now the woman was so much like his wife that she didn't want to leave for a long time in Hengtang.
His wife has been gone for a long time, and He Zhu is also dying of old age. Over the years, he made new friends and made several confidants with red faces. What he talked about most with his confidant was poetry and his love story.
He always proudly quipped to himself: Don't look at me He Zhu is not very good-looking, but I have also had a beautiful lady. My lady, that is truly dignified and virtuous, never forgiving up my ugliness and poverty. Run the house for me, no complaints, no regrets. alas! Maybe God can't stand it anymore, take my wife away to enjoy some happiness...
Whenever he said this, he sighed: Madam, I miss you so much!
The single He Zhu never thought of remarrying, even if he met the woman later.
She is a singer, especially like his wife, and does not care about his appearance, only his talent. At one point he mistakenly believed that his wife had returned from heaven to find him.
He decided to start the second spring of his life, but this second spring was short and ended after he was transferred. It is also strange to say, why did he leave without taking her? Maybe he didn't expect to see her again after saying goodbye; or maybe he suddenly felt that she had no future or happiness with him.
The youthful chivalry eventually returned to dust
He Zhu, who had a rough life, returned to Suzhou in his old age. Suzhou, that's where my wife died. No matter how he tossed and turned, he would eventually have to guard his wife in the last time.
There are too many bumps in this life, too many things. When he was young, he dreamed of heroes, rode a white horse, and fought with swords in the end of the world.
Young chivalrous, befriending the five capitals. Hepatobiliary holes.
Hair shrugged. In the middle of the conversation. Dead and alive. A promise weighs a thousand gold.
Push the warp. Arrogant. Cover lightly. Lianfei Opens. Doucheng East.
Boom drinking, spring color floating cold urn. Suck the sea and rainbow.
Idle eagle dog, white feathers plucked the bow.
Cunning holes. Happy hurry.
Like a yellow sorghum dream. Ci Dan Feng. Bright Moon Gong. Lonely canopy.
Bureaucracy. Wai Wai. Dust cage. Book Series.
The birds are like clouds. For rough use. Kuki Gong. Agitation.
Yuyang Lane. Thoughts.
Do not ask for a long wisp, tie the heavenly pride seed. The sword roared in the west wind.
Hate mountain climbing near the water, hand sent seven strings of tung trees. See the return to Hong.
- "Six States Song Head: Young Chivalry"
It is a pity that the dynasty that emphasized literature and light forced him to become a literati who wrote poems and filled in words. Fortunately, when he became an adult, he met someone who filled the loneliness of his soul, which was also the biggest gift in his life!
The arrangement of fate always has its own truth. It is precisely because of his depression that he has stimulated his literary brilliance; it is precisely because his appearance is not pleasing that he has gained true love. God always likes to close a door, open a window, and everything seems fair and reasonable.
Therefore, he has a tiger in his heart, and he can also sniff the roses.
Legend has it that after his death, he was buried in his wife's grave. All the stories of his life were dusted at that moment and passed on today.
-Author-
Feng Qingyan, tail after 80. Ordinary daily workers, deeply love ancient poetry, worship Su Shi. In his spare time, he reads and writes, eager to find the most beautiful life in the text.