The tail and the woman are under the beam, the woman does not come, the water does not go, and the beam and pillar die.
This is a mournful and poignant love story in "Zhuangzi".
In the Spring and Autumn Period, there was a young man named Weisheng in Qufu, Luguo, who was upright, helpful, and trustworthy in his dealings with friends, and was widely praised by his neighbors in all townships.
Later, I met a young and beautiful girl. The two fell in love at first sight, gentlemen and ladies, privately engaged for life. However, the girl's parents hated the poor family and resolutely opposed this family affair. In order to pursue love and happiness, the girl decided to elope behind her parents' back.
On that day, the two agreed to meet at a wooden bridge outside the south city, and both flew away. At dusk, Ozai came to the bridge early to wait. Unexpectedly, the weather in June changed, and suddenly the clouds were thick, the wind roared, the thunder and lightning flashed, and the torrential rain poured down. Soon the flash flood broke out, and the billowing river swept in with mud and sand, flooding the bridge deck and not crossing the knees of the tail students.
On the bridge deck outside the city, there was no sight or dispersion, and Ozai remembered the vows with the girl; looking around at the vast water world, there was no trace of the girl. But he couldn't leave, clinging to the bridge pillar, and finally drowned alive. Besides, because the girl's idea of eloping was leaked, she was imprisoned at home by her parents and could not get out. After waiting for the opportunity to escape from the house at night, he braved the rain to come to the bridge outside the city, at which time the flood water had gradually receded.
The girl was devastated when she saw the tail student clinging to the bridge pillar and dying. She cried as she hugged Ozai's corpse. Yin and yang are separated, life and death are one, crying, they hug each other and plunge into the rolling river, composing the first thrilling love tragedy in the history of Chinese literature...
From ancient times to the present, mournful love abounds, and I prefer to believe that Epilogue is dedicated to love for women than the elm knots that the world calls it.
Love is like this, she can make people stupid, become willing, no regrets. We always blame those around us who are scarred by love with the same eyes as the world, we despise her unrequited efforts, and we despise her humble body to the dust.
But isn't that what happens in a person's life? We all hope that in our lifetime, we will meet someone who can make us forget ourselves, not to go along, not to be together, but it has amazed our time and warmed our years.
After Zhang Ailing met Hu Lancheng, she once said: "After meeting you, I became very low and very low, low to the dust, where a flower will bloom!"
You have entered my eyes, you have entered my heart, and I am confused and unable to help myself. Hu Lancheng, the scumbag of that century, may have enjoyed the love brought to him by Zhang Ailing in this way, but he loved others!
Loving you is my own business, I am joyful, it has nothing to do with you, I do not want to embarrass you, nor do I want to lose myself.
Not everyone has that good temper, and if you happen to run into someone who is willing to accommodate you, remember not to wear out his feelings. Join him/her.
SendIng Xu Zhimo's "Encounter" to friends and friends, a faint nostalgia, suitable for that leisurely time.
Text: Xu Zhimo
As I walked, I scattered, and my memories faded;
Looking at it, I was tired, and the starlight was dimmed;
Listening and listening, I woke up and began to complain;
Looking back, I found that you were gone, and suddenly I was messed up.
My world is too quiet,
It was so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat.
Blood from the atrium slowly flows back to the ventricles,
And so on.
Smart people, like to guess hearts,
Maybe you guessed someone else's heart,
But he also lost his own.
Silly people who like to give hearts,
Maybe you'll be deceived,
But you may not be able to get someone else's.
You think I can't get in,
I thought you were invincible.
At least once in a lifetime,
For someone who has forgotten himself,
Do not seek results,
Do not seek peers,
Do not seek to have,
Don't even ask you to love me,
Only in my most beautiful years,
Meet you.
One person's indifference plus another's bitterness,
One person's loyalty plus another person's deception,
One man's efforts plus another's plunder,
One person's conviction plus another's perfunctory.
Love is one person plus another,
However, one plus one is not equal to two,
Just like you plus me, it doesn't equal us.
Habits, insomnia,
Accustomed to the silence of the night,
Lying on the bed looking at the ceiling,
Think of your pale blue shirt.
Habits, sleeping companions,
Get used to being alone in a room,
Hold the velvet bear and sleep alone.
Habituation, eating salty,
Get used to the salt of the wound,
A little bit of it spread in my heart.
Habits, watching the sky,
Accustomed to sitting alone in the well of love,
Read the psalms about you.
I'm used to waiting, so,
I can't resist in samsara
Stand back to the origin of the waiting.
I do not know
How long will I have to wait
Can see an answer;
So how long can I wait
Waiting for a result?
Thoughts, very powerless,
That's because I can't see the result of my thoughts.
Perhaps, thoughts do not need results,
A man's world, very quiet,
Quiet can be heard
The sound of your own breathing and heartbeat