The autumn wind was cold, blowing down a lonely place. At this moment, the white mist-filled human world was like a fairyland, and Gu Zhenguan was dressed in a white robe of the moon, climbing to the top of the mountain without hesitation. In the distance, melodious bells fluttered, with the agility of dragonflies dotting water, brushing away Gu Zhenguan's full of sorrow.
The ancient temples in the mountains have always been inaccessible, without the disturbances of the bustling world, and even the air is fresher. The fallen leaves that have been warmed by the sun have lost their original luster and become puppets controlled by the wind, and then fall all night.
The sound of falling leaves disturbed the dreams of friends, so when walking with Gu Zhenguan, the pace of friends was much slower. Seeing this listless appearance of his friend, Gu Zhenguan said helplessly: The fallen leaves are like rain in the sky, and Guan Qing can't sleep. Later, this poem was widely circulated, and was fortunate to be appreciated by Shangshu Gong Dingzi and the university scholar Wei.
After many years of edification in the pen and ink of the book, in the fifth year of Kangxi, Gu Zhenguan lifted it as he wished, and the big stone at the bottom of his heart also fell to the ground. After all, Gu Zhenguan's great-grandfather was Gu Xiancheng, the leader of the Donglin School in the late Ming Dynasty, his grandfather was Gu Youwei, the prefect of Sichuan Province, his father was a protégé of Gao Panlong, another leader of the Donglin School, and his mother was also a young lady of Shuxiang Mendi. Coming from such a Kochi family, he has been pinned on high hopes since he was a child, and the pressure is quite high. Now to be able to embark on the career of thousands of people's envy, it is also considered a consummation.
Once in the dynasty, not only the pride of the shining lintel, but also the countless pressures that followed. Fortunately, Gu Zhenguan was full of economy and quick thinking, and he could deal with them one by one. Therefore, in his spare time, Gu Zhenguan still likes to write some poems to express his thoughts.
Although Gu Zhenguan is a man, he still has a delicate side. In the leap month of June, he saw that Tanabata was delayed, but he was also anxious for the cowherd weaver girl, and wrote "Step Toad Palace , Leap June Qixi", the poem:
The jade fiber dark number is near. It has arrived, and there is a sudden hatred.
Hate for no reason, add leaves and green wu, but reduce, boxwood an inch.
Heavenly Gong Ding also pitied and cherished his children, and suffered years of sorrow.
Early recovery, summer exchange for clearing business. Borrowing, Lan Qiu re-leaps.
On weekdays, in addition to studying poetry, Gu Zhenguan also likes to read medical books. At the time of obsession, he cleverly integrated the names of medicinal herbs into a "Stuttering Order", which reads:
Broken red and rain dream, angelica life, and other idle banana deer.
Then the pillow is cool and slippery, and the sound of the stone is lonely.
The live fire spring is fresh and tender, the frankincense is thick, and the dragon ball is cooked.
The ground is partial to the guizhi yin, and spits out the bush chrysanthemum.
When flowering, I made an appointment with Chaisang. White-clad cold fleas, body bearing a deep cup of green.
Green mirror streamers, see the mercury waves, drifting wood.
Melon vines even money, grass worms groan, hard to shock the flesh.
Calmly black rabbit, the silk short hair is difficult to continue.
Even though life was still relatively stable, Gu Zhenguan was still worried. He often shut himself in his study and drank alone, with a seeming sadness hidden between his brows. The wine entered the intestines, and Gu Zhenguan's eye sockets gradually moistened. Thoughts gradually drifted away, remembering the youth time, with his best friend Wu Zhaoqian accompanying him to recite poems and compose, all the joys and sorrows can be confided in each other. At present, Wu Zhaoqian is trapped in Ningguta, and the two brothers and sisters are separated from each other, and they do not know when they will be reunited. Thinking of this, Gu Zhenguan had unspeakable pain in his heart.
Over the years, Gu Zhenguan has been running for Wu Zhaoqian's scientific expedition fraud case, and has done his best to win a glimmer of life for Wu Zhaoqian. However, Gu Zhenguan had been circling around the Beijing Division for a long time, and he had not been able to shake the forces behind the case. Because he is a newcomer to the official field, people are light-hearted, and all their hard work is doomed to be in vain!
Gu Zhenguan watched for a long time in The Beijing Division and found that the Nalan Pearl was not only a high-powered and valuable person, but also a trustworthy person. However, at that time, their friendship was not deep, and Gu Zhenguan did not have the good sense to open his mouth after deliberating. Just when Gu Zhenguan was frowning, things suddenly took a turn for the better, allowing Gu Zhenguan to regain hope.
It turned out that Nalan Mingzhu admired Gu Zhenguan's talent and wanted to invite Gu Zhenguan into the house to teach his son Naran Sex. Gu Zhenguan was overjoyed to receive this opportunity. It is expected that the same excellent talents will meet together and see each other as they should. As a result, Gu Zhenguan and Naran Zhide, who were far apart in age, often gathered together to recite poems and exchange poems in order to forget their friendship. Later, Gu Zhenguan told Naran Zhide about Wu Zhaoqian, hoping to get Naran Zhide's help. Konaran had never been bothered about court affairs, and even if he was asked by his best friends, he was reluctant to interfere.
In the late winter of one year, the heavy snow sprinkled outside the window added a layer of silver to the Beijing Division, which was particularly charming. Even though the doors and windows in the house are tightly closed, the cold still comes in through the cracks in the doors. Gu Zhenguan's body was shivering with cold, and he couldn't help but tighten his coat, but his thoughts were like a kite with a broken line, floating to the side of Ningguta. He thought to himself that the winter of Kyoshi was already so cold, and the winter of Ninguta was bound to be even colder! Thinking of this, Gu Zhenguan's eyes were red, he was both distressed by Wu Zhaoqian's situation and hated his own powerlessness. As a result, thousands of sorrows fell into the "Golden Wisp Song Lyrics Two", the poem said:
Send Wu Han Cha Ning Ancient Pagoda, with words to replace the book, Bing Chen Dong, Yu Jing Shi Thousand Buddhas Temple, ice and snow in the work.
One
Is the season safe? Then he returned, and everything in his life, that can be looked back! Walking leisurely who comforts, the mother's hometown is poor and young. Can't remember, from the previous glass of wine. The charm of the beater should be accustomed, always lose him, rain and clouds, ice and snow, circumvent for a long time.
Tear stains mo dripping cattle clothes, count the ends of the world, still flesh and bones, how many can? More life than red face, not to mention today. Only desperate, bitter cold and uncomfortable. Twenty-year-old Bao Xu promised to save the aconitum horse horn. Put this in place, junhuai sleeve.
Second
I've been drifting for a long time! In the past ten years, deep gratitude has been exhausted, and teachers and friends have died and lived. Su Xiqi is not a thief, only to see Du Ling emaciated, has not decreased, night Lang is slang, thin life long resignation knows that it is gone, ask life to this desolate or not? Don't hate, for the king.
Brother Xin Wei Peng Ding ugly, at this time, frost crushed, premature aging willow. Poetry must be written less from now on, and the heart should be kept together. Hopefully, Ha Ching Life! Gui Ni rushed to turn over the manuscript and passed on the empty name dish to him. The words are not exhausted, and the first sight is watched.
The words are earnest, the words are sincere, Rao is the iron-blooded man who has seen it, and he will be moved by it! Therefore, Naran Zhide resolutely put aside the so-called principles and poured out his family strength to help Gu Zhenguan. After several years of running and spending countless mental efforts, Wu Zhaoqian was finally saved.
After a long absence, it is naturally overjoyed to be reunited. Originally, Gu Zhenguan thought that this time Wu Zhaoqian's good days had finally come, and they could talk about heaven and earth and chant poetry as before. But contrary to wishes, those years in Ninguta dragged down Wu Zhaoqian's body, and after returning, he could only linger on the sickbed all day, and it was useless to seek medical treatment. Three years later, Wu Zhaoqian was separated from Gu Zhenguan forever.
When Gu Zhenguan was still immersed in the pain of Wu Zhaoqian's departure, Naran Zhide also passed away. The confidants of this life have all returned to dust, and Gu Zhenguan is full of grief. The song has an end, the people have scattered, and no matter how much trouble there is in this world, it will not be able to touch Gu Zhenguan's heartstrings.
When the northern geese returned to the south, the warm sun sprinkled on the ground and revived all things, but only Gu Zhenguan's heart could not be revived. The beijing division is still bustling, and the streets and alleys are a lively scene. In the past, Gu Zhenguan liked to be lively the most, but now that these fell in Gu Zhenguan's eyes, he actually just wanted to escape.
On the day of his return to his hometown, the willows at the foot of Mount Hui were yiyi, the birds were accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, and the breath of freedom came to the face. Half a life of drifting zero, finally returned to his hometown, Gu Zhenguan's eyes were full of smiles that could not be hidden. Therefore, Gu Zhenguan built the Sanyao Book House next to the ancestral temple, and also took a rather elegant name "Jishu rock".
Gu Zhenguan's later life was very comfortable, reading and learning on weekdays, and when he was tired, he would go to the nearby mountains and rivers, or lie on the book case to take a nap, and live a fairy life like a peach blossom garden.
This was the life he longed for when he was young, but he didn't expect that the day of realization would come so late!
-Author-
Grapefruit has always liked poetry culture and is willing to put all his feelings into writing.