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Plum blossoms are the same ginseng as me

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Plum blossoms are the same ginseng as me

Peng Yulin, the snow marshal of the four famous ministers of the late Qing Dynasty, is good at painting plums, old stems and branches, scales and scales, and looks like Tong Yu.

Tong Yu, the word Ershu, alias Ershu Shanren. When he was young, his friend Liu Fenggang dreamed that he had transformed into a two-tree plum blossom, woke up with joy, and has been called "two trees" ever since. Jiang Baoling's "Mo Lin's Present Words" records that Tong Yu's painting of Mei is "a famous and unique book, and people have one of them, and Gong Bi regards it." "Legend has it that when he was living in Luoyang, he once painted plums on the wall, and it was a cold winter, and all the insects were dormant, and the bees that were frozen by Hur quietly gathered on the painting, and his plum blossoms were so chaotic! His agreeable friend Shen Youxi gave a poem to Ji Ji: "Snow Lake paints plum bees eat whiskers, and trees paint plum bees around the plant." Two hundred years away, a large pen is the same. ”

Plum blossoms are the same ginseng as me

"Plum Blossom Fragrant Snow" Barberry Mountain Huidao (Private Collection)

Tong Yu has a self-seal idle chapter "I don't know if I am a plum blossom", and his love plum forgets me, and the harmony between plum and me can be seen. In addition, the Indian side "ten thousand plum blossoms and ten thousand poems", he wrote no less than ten thousand plum blossoms in his life.

Peng Yulin's plum blossoms in his life are not less than 10,000 books, and each one will be stamped with a chapter "Sad people don't have arms.". It is said that Xue Shuai and Mei Gu QingMei Zhuma were in love with each other and secretly agreed to meet Bai tou for life, but Mei Gu was his grandmother's adopted daughter (that is, his aunt), and the etiquette was greatly defensive, coupled with the fact that the two of them were incompatible, his mother Lady Wang took it upon herself to marry Mei Gu as someone else's wife, and at the same time married him a lady. Xue Shuai had no intention of ignoring this lady, and after reluctantly living with her for a year, announced that he would no longer pay attention to her in the future. Mei Gu was also ruthless to her husband, washing her face with tears every day, becoming increasingly haggard and withered, and finally dying of difficult childbirth. Shocked by the bad news, Xue Shuai pounded his chest and was devastated, and vowed in front of Mei Gu's grave that he would paint ten thousand plum blossoms for her in order to pin his deep love for her. After that, Xue Shuai never gave up the joy of his wife's room, and Ri Yi painted a brush and Mei Gu' heart, and exchanged heartfelt words through plum blossoms.

Passionate and generous, loyal and courageous champion, when the country was in danger when he was nearly ancient, he resolutely accepted the order, holding the old and sick body, carrying the coffin out on the expedition, presiding over the Sino-French war with the heroic spirit of not breaking the Loulan and never returning it, and winning successive battles. The hero is like Si, but also tender like Si, a lifelong confidant is a plum blossom, painted for a full forty years, before dying, still with trembling hands, stubbornly painted the last plum blossom. Infatuation, unforgettable.

Plum blossoms are the same ginseng as me

"Plum Blossom Fragrant Snow" part

Zeng Guofan gave Peng Yulinlian: "Two wives of two plums in the ancient world, gongji died of amorous love; the three young treasures of the West Lake ended in the name of merit." "Fame and glory, humorous and infatuated. The infatuation of the big husband is called the lack of beauty; the infatuation of ordinary people may be inextricably extricated.

Naran and his cousin Nara Hui'er fell in love with each other at first sight, but soon Hui'er was summoned to the palace, and the houmen were like the sea, so they became strangers and never saw each other again in their lives. Just like the good deeds who conjectured Zhen and later empirically verified "LuoshenFu", some people thought that "Zhaojun Grievance" was written for Hui'er: "Who is sorry for the deep forbidden spring?" Bo Twilight Yao steps stand tall. The sound of the orchestra in the courtyard is not clear. It was the pear blossoms again, and the embroidery was cold in spring tonight. Silence locks the Zhu Gate, Dream Cheng'en. Mr. Nalan, who has the reputation of "the first word man of the Manchu Qing Dynasty", is naturally an extraordinary person. But his meritorious name is lightly taken from the dust, not like Xue Shuai's hundred battles for the rest of his life to beg for thieves, just like his words are sad and stubborn, not like Du Gongbu's depression and frustration. Of course, this seems to be difficult to judge, but in the end, it is Xue Shuai who is angry and rigid, obsessed and has no ambition. "The hardest and most pitiful heaven and moon, a night like a ring of sunsets are all enlightened." The eternal unobtainable, the eternal loss, the two are in agreement. There is a difference between birth or entry into the world, loneliness or sadness is no different, it is a hundred turns and a thousand times after the disillusionment of hope, the difference is the choice after a hundred turns, loneliness is the same after all.

Plum blossoms are the same ginseng as me

However, how is hope dashed? Ten thousand plum blossoms in exchange for the trivial days of fine water and long flow, will they still have no regrets for life? With a pale white sideburns, would you rather have those ten thousand plum blossoms? "Ten years of life and death are vague, not thinking, unforgettable." Many years later, the old dreams have been peaceful and quiet for half a life, but we cannot blame the indifference of life. Snow Handsome, why bother to lick the wound in the gap of time, for a long time.

"A drunken scoundrel, scribbling 100,000 plum blossoms." Riding the battlefield of the great husband, regret is beyond the soft bones. Laugh at the spring flowers, put them down, put them down wordlessly, pinch up and pinch up...

The Buddha's words are put down, and the flowers are in his hands alone.

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