<h1 class="ql-align-center" > Highway Maintenance Network Correspondent: Guo Yimin, Jiangxi Fenyi Highway Branch</h1>
One
In the late Tang Dynasty, in the spring of the 12th year of Chengtong, a prison car for execution slowly drove out of Chang'an City, on which stood a female prisoner in a shawl.
It was dark, the wind was blowing, and the city was full of pear blossoms.
The people of Chang'an City, almost out of their nests, and thousands of empty alleys, all wanted to see how the beautiful woman, the beautiful woman, the beautiful woman who could write poetry, the debauched woman who could write poetry, died under the butcher's knife.
Now, the woman named Yu Xuanji was standing on the prison cart, smiling, very calm, without the slightest fear.
The wind of the hunting blew, and people saw that the prisoner on the prison cart was still overwhelmed by the country, and her face was full of hunger and could not hide her beautiful face.
Surrounded by a sea of people, she looked around and saw the clumsy children and dignitaries who had once been her courtiers under her skirts. Through the smiling faces of the schadenfreude of the city wells, she struggled to find the face that had always been there.
She retracted her gaze in disappointment, but Fei Qing still did not come. I want to take one last look at the teacher and lover who has loved you all my life.
Looking at Ming's dangling knife, gleaming in the sunlight, she closed her eyes.
I don't regret it, I just hope that my youth and my love will be buried with the wind.
Pursuing the love of a lifetime, Wen Tingjun couldn't think about it, Li Yi? All that was given to her was to be humiliated and abandoned, but Chen Yun cheated on the maid.
In this era, women's talent and beauty are only embellishments of men, and no one really sees women as independent people!
No matter how talented you are, no matter how smart you are, no matter how proud you are, in the end, you can't withstand the crushing of the times.
Yu Xuanji looked up at the dim sky, the sky was so deep and distant, far away from the clouds, with the south to return to the geese.
It's all over, it's all just a delusion! There is nothing left, there is no concern, and what is there to fear of death?
Father seemed to be standing in the clouds, coming to pick himself up. Or father loves himself the most!
A red light, the beautiful head of only 26 years old, rolled off the execution table, and a generation of red faces disappeared.
Two
In 844, Yu Xuanji was born in the slum of Chang'an, and her father named her Yu Youwei, which means a young flower, hoping that she would be like a beautiful purple flower.
Her father was a down-and-out student, although he had a full belly, he did not get a meritorious name in his life, and he pinned all his hopes on his daughter.
From a young age, Youwei was born beautiful and unusual, smart and clever, light eyebrows, big eyes, soft and crisp in speech, likable, is her father's pistachio.
She is much precocious than her peers, showing her amazing sensitivity to words very early, can memorize Tang poems at the age of 5, export chapters at the age of 7, and has a small poetry name in Chang'an at the age of 10.
Whenever he saw his daughter, the fish father was always very pleased, if it was a boy, how good it would be, maybe he could shine the fish family and jump the dragon gate.
Poor poor students have been depressed and depressed all their lives. Finally bedridden, a little thin property was sold to see the sick, with regrets to die, buried his father, the mother had to take her to move to Binh Kang.
It was Fengyue Street in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, full of prostitutes who struggled to survive by sewing clothes for prostitutes.
The life of Fireworks Willow Lane has left an indelible mark on the young soul.
In Pingkang, she was still writing poetry, and some of the poems were composed into songs and became popular in Chang'an City. Just like the current popular songs, Yu Youwei has also become a well-known female poet. There are also some sex hunters to chase.
Three
In March of that year, the mountains contained emotion, the water contained smiles, and the grass grew warblers and flew.
A strange middle-aged man dressed in an old shirt suddenly appeared in Pingkang, and he went straight to the courtyard of the Fish Family.
"Are you?" Opening the chai door, Youwei was very surprised.
"My name is Wen Tingjun," the middle-aged man said with a smile.
Youwei was stunned at once.
In Chang'an City, Wen Tingjun is a resounding name, and his poems can make people happy, worried, and cry.
One old and one young, walking by the river, talked for a long time. Seeing the willow trees on the riverside in rows, swaying with the wind, Wen Tingjun suddenly wanted to test this little girl and write a poem with the willow tree as the title.
She picked up her pen and wrote, like divine help, a song "Endowed with Riverside Willow" was in front of her:
The green color is even deserted, and the smoke is in the far building. Shadow shop autumn water surface, flowers fall fishing for people's heads.
Root old Tibetan fish cave, low branch passenger boat. Xiao Xiao's stormy night, the horror of the dream added to the sorrow.
Wen Tingjun stared at the little girl in front of him, and his mouth was closed in surprise. Genius! He was a little agitated.
He looked up at the dilapidated house of the Yu family, and when he thought of his own life, he instantly had a sigh of "the same fallen man at the end of the world".
"I want to help her, I can't bury her talent."
Since then, Wen Tingjun has often come to guide Yu Xuanji's studies. Not only did he often guide poems for Yu Xuanji, but he also often subsidized his family for the poor fish family, and Yu Xuanji was very moved.
After the death of his father, no man has ever brought such warmth and warmth. This middle-aged man, just like the works he wrote, is elegant and affectionate, and has high ambitions.
What Yu Xuanji sees and hears is the daily chores of prostitutes, resulting in her poetry being more than beautiful and insufficient. In view of Yu Xuanji's weakness, Wen Tingjun often took her in and out of the Gonghou Mansion, or went to the suburbs to play, increase her experience, and broaden her horizons. Since then, he has taken her into the world of poetry, but also into the adult game, the labyrinth of society.
After 2 years of tempering, under his careful point, the poetry has made leaps and bounds, and Yu Xuanji has gradually acquired the quality of an excellent poet.
Four
Yu Xuanji, in the day and night, has feelings for Wen Tingjun that are beyond that of teachers and students.
I don't know from that day on, every day she was anxiously waiting for the teacher at home, and whenever she heard the familiar footsteps, she ran out of the house at a high speed, saw the familiar face, and showed a bright smile. However, the footsteps of the Qin Qinqin master next door were too similar to the footsteps of the teacher, and sometimes they were full of joy, and when they saw the Qin Qinshi instead of Wen Tingjun, there was always a feeling of sadness. On that day, I was absent-minded and my soul was absent-minded, only to see Teacher Wen's smiling face, and my heart was at peace.
Xu is in love for a long time, and Yu Youwei has a hazy feeling for Wen Tingjun, who is like a teacher, but also like a father and a friend. The young fish that had just opened up in the love sinus called the three willow trees planted by her own hands as Wen-Fei-Qing.
Love, sometimes it really can't be said.
Wen Tingjun also fell in love with her when cardamom first became a child, but he did not dare, because of age, because of appearance, because of pity.
After thinking about it, after thinking about it, Wen Tingjun cut off the first bud of this emotion, and Wen Tingjun finally left Chang'an, leaving Yu Youwei with endless thoughts.
The infatuated Yu Youwei did not have a dead heart, and she had already secretly agreed to it when she first opened her heart. She also knows that the teacher loves her, but the teacher has too many concerns, and age and appearance are insurmountable obstacles for the teacher.
In the season when the autumn leaves are falling, trapped by love, the lonely Yu Youwei misses the deceased in the distance, and writes a poem "Distant Sending Feiqing": the steps are chaotic and the smoke is clear. The neighbors in the middle of the moon are playing, and the sun is bright upstairs. The pillow is cool and the piano is parasitizing. Lazy book ceremony, the bottom of the comfort autumn love?
She believed that her love, her affection, would surely touch the teacher's hard heart. She was waiting, and after a long wait, she still didn't see Hongyan Passing on the book.
In the blink of an eye, autumn came to winter, and in the hopeless thoughts, she turned a cavity of infatuation into "Sending Wen Feiqing on Winter Nights": thinking hard about poetry under the lamp, sleeping for a long night afraid of cold; full of wooden leaves and wind, through the screen window to regret the moon.
For Yu Youwei's show of love, Wen Tingjun's heart is as clear as a mirror. But Wen Tingjun knew that in this half of her life, she had repeatedly tried and failed, her career was frustrated, her future was dark, and he was unable to give her happiness. Not to give happiness to the woman you love, that love is selfish and immoral. Therefore, Wen Tingjun once again chose to escape.
Yu Youwei knew that in her life, she had no connection with the teacher. Their love can only be the love of teachers and students, the love of father and daughter, and the love of friends.
For them, only in the afterlife.
There is no hatred, only regret! Only respect for the teacher's personality!
There are many things that we can't explain, and we can't figure out.
Pure love is forever defeated by reality, both men and women.
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