We will all bury a person who cannot be forgotten deeply in the deepest part of our hearts, dare not move, dare not touch, hurt when we move, and shed tears when we touch.
This person has nothing to do with the wind and the moon, has nothing to do with the years, and is always buried deep in the heart. The same is true of me, so are you, and so is Su Shi, who is as bold as a cloud.
The person Su Shi buried in his heart was his wife, his unforgettable first love, the first sight of his youth, and the red face of reading poetry books at night to add clothes and ink to him. This woman who has made a generation of literary heroes still unforgettable after countless storms in the world is named Wang Fu.
At that time, Su Shi was nineteen years old, and before entering Beijing to take the exam, he married Wang Fu, the daughter of Jinshi Wang Fang.
Wang Fu's father, Wang Fang, was a famous local jinshi and a great Confucian. At that time, Wang Fu was sixteen years old, jasper years old, and youth was just right. Wang Fang then wanted to find a happy dragon-riding son-in-law. So he found a pool under the Qingshen Peak and put a few beautiful fish. I wanted to give this fish pond an equally beautiful name.
Many young people came that day, all of whom were local talents. Wang Fu hid in the house and watched the lively appearance by the fish pond. Intentionally or unintentionally, I saw an elegant man, gathered around the people, looking at the fish in the pool.
Many people know what it means today to give the fish pond its name. He also knew that Wang Fang's daughter Wang Fu was the first-class beauty who came out of this Qingshen Mountain. He volunteered, but he was snubbed by Wang Fang.
Wang Fu saw that the elegant man had just finished writing the book and was about to hand it over to his father. So he asked the maid to send her written silk out of the door and present it to her father.
Wang Fang took the young man's scroll and saw that on it were the three words "Summoning Fish Pond". Then he took the handmaiden's ruler, which was also three words, "Summoning fish pond." A marriage is doomed.
The three living stones are superior for thousands of years, and the pianos are harmonious. It is said that Su Shi and Wang Fu are immortals in the world.
Su Shi is a big talent, known as a book bag, but there are also times when the shell is stuck. Su Shi's endorsement is occasionally forgotten. Wang Fu quietly whispered a reminder from the side. This surprised Su Shi.
Su Shi was a little unconvinced, so he wanted to test her. Young couples, still children's hearts, the two have similar interests, more like playmates. Su Shi deliberately pretended to be oblivious several times when endorsing the book, and his eyes swept towards Wang Fu.
Wang Fu whispered softly and whispered a few times, reminding Su Shi. Su Shi then asked Wang Fu if he had also read books? Wang Fu said that he knew a little.
Su Shi was overjoyed.
Su Shi was an official, incompetent, he was originally a bold person, he could not hide things in his stomach, often had resentment, regardless of the occasion, but also had to spit out quickly. This worried Wang Fu, so he always reminded Su Shi to be wary of those who were at both ends of the first rat and saw the wind and made the rudder. This made Su Shi a lot less troublesome.
The so-called deep love is not longevity, those beautiful things, why can't beautiful people accompany me to the end of my life?
Wang Fu accompanied Su Shi for eleven years, gave birth to a son for Su Shi, Su Mai, and left for the west, when Wang Fu was twenty-seven years old.
The destiny of heaven is impermanent, and god cannot see the deep affection of the two, cannot see each other and foam, and cannot see the deep meaning of the long.
Ten years later, Su Shi was demoted to Mizhou because he had no cover for his mouth and offended the small and medium-sized people of the dynasty. That day was Wang Fu's death day. The night was even colder, lonely and cold, Su Shi saw his wife in a dream, ten years apart, although they saw each other again, they were speechless, desolate and broken. The past is not forgotten in the heart, sad and tearful, and the pen writes down the mournful and miserable "Jiang Chengzi Remembers the Dream"
Ten years of life and death are vague, not thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves have nowhere to say bleak. Even if they don't know each other, they are dusty and frosty.
Night came and went back to home. Small window, is dressing. There are no words for each other, but there are thousands of tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the night of the bright moon, and the short Matsuoka.
True feelings are like blood, and reading sheds tears. The first word for mourning the death of the ages.