So I dare not marry Li Bai.
Some people say that a person's fate is mainly determined by two opportunities, one is birth, the other is further education and employment; If it is a woman, there is still a third chance, that is, marriage. Birth is determined by heaven. Born in a rich family is a good family. Born in poverty, he is a small jasper. Further education and employment are also restricted by various factors, not all of which are based on people's wishes. Only when you get married, the initiative is basically in your own hands.
If God gives me a completely independent opportunity, free to choose the man I want to marry without the limitation of time and space, who will be my last choice?
Bing Xin is the most famous female writer in modern times. She once commented that the best man should have both affection, interest and taste. It is hard for an ordinary man to have one of them, but it is really hard to have all three. Bing Xin thinks that Mr. Liang Shiqiu is a man of affection, righteousness and taste, and we also like Mr. Liang very much. However, there is an ancient man in history. Compared with him, Mr. Liang is only a little sentimental, but he is really full of great feelings. He is Su Shi.
Say "love" first. If people are ruthless, they are not as good as vegetation. A person's loveliness and respect lies in his true feelings. He was very concerned about the city, but he killed his wife with a sharp axe. Such a man has no time to be chilling for him. It's not easy to say that he loves him. In ancient China, men valued loyalty, filial piety and chastity above all else, and had the least friendship with their wives. For example, the heroes in "Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin" are really worthy of respect from the same-sex perspective, but from the opposite-sex perspective, their hearts are sour. Fortunately, Su Shi is a man of flesh and blood, not such a hero without hesitation.
"Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I will walk thousands of miles in the grave alone. Nowhere is it sad. " This is a mourning poem written by Su Shi ten years after the death of his wife Wang Fu. I became friends with the pillow mat and wanted to hold your hand and grow old with my son. Unexpectedly, I left you once. From then on, the window was bright and clean, but I woke up in my dream. After nearly a thousand years, we can still feel the poet's endless sadness. Every day is a holiday. Su Shi had three wives in Wang Xing, but they all abandoned him. No one accompanied him through the journey of life. "Not appropriate, only ChaoYun can know me; Playing the old tune alone makes me miss you more every night. " It is said that this is Su Shi's memorial to his last wife, a beauty who knows her past. Losing his wife in his later years, he was lonely and had to talk to Qin. Since ancient times, men are fickle. How many men's wives are still alive and want her to die as soon as possible. How many people are as affectionate as Su Shi?
Let's talk about Su Shi's interest first. According to legend, Prime Minister Wang Anshi once had a wise saying: "Four horses are horses, insects are silkworms, and the ancients made words, which is certainly not meaningless." Su Shi asked, "Do you know why a pigeon has nine birds?" Wang Anshi readily asked for advice, and Su Shi replied: "Yue,' The pigeon sings in the mulberry, and his son is seven-Xi', even his grandfather and mother are nine." This wonderful answer really makes people laugh.
It is said that Su Shi has a younger sister who is as clever as his brother. Su Shi has a big beard and a long chin. His sister has a high forehead and deep eye sockets. Brother and sister make fun of each other. My sister smiled and looked at my brother: "I couldn't find a place in the quarrel several times, but suddenly I heard Li Mao's voice." "Last year, a tear of lovesickness has not yet flowed to my cheeks." My brother laughed at my sister: "Three or five steps before appearing in court, go to the painting hall first on your forehead." "I finally wiped my face several times, but I left two springs." Brother and sister are so interested in poetry, and there are many wonderful mysteries, funny couplets, witty remarks and anecdotes written by Su Shi among the people. Although the things circulated by the people are exaggerated, they can best see people's true temperament. These stories are not necessarily true, but Su Shi's cleverness and humor can be seen. Humorous people are often the most considerate and considerate people, and only such people can find endless fun from ordinary life. A serious Taoist teacher, like a heartless hero of justice, is admired by outsiders and does not deserve to be liked by his family.
It is rare for a person to be affectionate, righteous and interesting, but if it is tasteless, it will be shallow to be together day after day. Let's look at Su Shi's words-"River of no return, romantic figure of the ages", how heroic; "The swing in the wall is outside the road, the layman in the wall, and the beauty in the wall laughs." How playful; "When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know what year it is tonight. " How empty and quiet. Su Shi was also the largest calligrapher in the Song Dynasty, and his running script was full of ink, unlike Wang Xizhi's running script, Yan Zhenqing's regular script and Zhang Xu's cursive script. Su Shi's calligraphy is vigorous, heavy and free and easy, just like his handwriting. Su Shi is not only good at writing, but also Dongpo pork and Dongpo elbow, which have been passed down to this day, and I don't know how many people drool. Good words and high literary taste; Good calligraphy means high artistic taste; Paying attention to diet is a kind of high taste in life. How many men in the world have these three tastes?
What a pleasure it would be to marry Su Shi and spend two months together and discuss poetry with him! Roll up your sleeves and grind ink, and watch him write in a sloppy way. What an honor! When he's gone, imitate his handwriting, and the dog's tail will continue to mink, clapping and laughing. How fun it is! If you have nothing to do, you can knock chess pieces with him and discuss recipes. What's the fun? I envy and envy Chao Yun. When I was twelve years old, I went to Su Shi's side and stayed there for more than twenty years. I don't know what Chao Yun thinks, but we always think that she is the happiest woman in the world.
Su Shi is a man who deserves a woman's life to wait, while Li Bai is a man who deserves a woman's life to wait.
There is a saying that "the mountain is up". In my mind, Li Bai is an upward "mountain". China was a country of poetry in ancient times, and its poetry circles were full of stars. There were towering peaks in the Tang Dynasty, and every mountain was a height that we could never reach. We always feel that we can climb up as long as we work hard. If we can't climb to the top of the mountain, we can climb halfway up the mountain or at the foot of the mountain, or if we can't climb up, there will always be someone else who can climb up.
Li Bai is not such a mountain. You stand at his feet and look up, only to see a cliff towering into the sky. Birds cannot be measured, and apes climb quickly. He looks down on everything and despises the whole life. What's that feeling? There is only one word to describe it-despair. Who is your favorite poet? I have never hesitated to answer this question: Li Bai. What is your greatest feeling for Li Bai? My answer is "despair." Many people wonder why I use this word, but only this word can express my true feelings.
Li Bai is also crazy, so innocent and lovely, unpretentious, unpretentious, moaning and pretending to be deep. He openly loves, openly hates and enthusiastically embraces nature and life. When it was popular to live in seclusion, he went to live in seclusion. The emperor is famous for inviting him out of the mountain. He neither pretends to be lofty nor arrogant. I didn't dare to write a night of praise for the emperor's kindness. Go out laughing, my generation is Artemisia. In his view, it is natural for the emperor to recruit him, and there is no need to be grateful; From then on, he can realize his wish of "respecting the monarch and valuing the customs". He is happy, so he "smiles at the sky" and makes people around him infected by his happiness. Thousands of years later, every time I read this poem, I feel his childlike innocence. He used to be an official in the academician courtyard and spent all his money. In his poems, he never showed any nostalgia for the wealth and glory of the past. He enjoys life and never looks back or hesitates.
He is the pride of the Tang people and a miracle of the world. The disadvantage of marrying Li Bai is that you can't keep him around. No woman is more attractive than the emperor's power. He dared to "call the son of heaven instead of getting on the boat, saying that the minister was Brewmaster." Nothing in the world can bind him and bind him. He is a swan and will not stay in the nest of any branch because of a sparrow; He is a drifting cloud and will not stop because of the fluctuation of a seedling. The title of "fallen immortal" suits him best. Perhaps, he is not a secular person, he is a seed cultivated by heaven and earth. In ancient times, a fairy's footsteps crossed the earth and left him in the earthly soil. Qian Qian spent thousands of years in the past. When he met the right sunshine and rain, he blossomed in the earthly soil, but he was a fairy. Worldly people, worldly things and worldly feelings will touch him, but he can't stay.
His "the pen is shocking, the poem makes the gods cry" and "the wine is full, and the dangerous sentence can make the gods cry". So far, the flame shines on the world, and every word is innocent. "Ghosts cry at night, I am a mortal. Du Fu's obsession with Li Bai is probably not only friendship, but also admiration for Li Bai's romantic talent. Standing in front of Li Bai, who won't feel desperate! That kind of despair, so desperate that people want to shrink into the cracks in the stone, cry bitterly, and let the tears nourish a flower, swaying on the roadside every year, just for the poet to glance at it when passing by. Glancing at me, I will turn into a rain of flowers all over the sky, falling in succession, spreading all over the mountains, disappearing in a flash and returning to the eternal soil.
I can't write a poem that swallowed mountains and rivers, nor was I born in an era when I could be a poet, which made me love and respect him more. Because of this love and reverence, I understand, integrity, a 23-year-old Liu Qu visited nearly 60 years old, her beauty was accompanied by white hair, and her infatuation remained unchanged for more than 20 years. I understand that Zheng Banqiao is willing to understand Qi Baishi's idea of "hating not being born three hundred years earlier, grinding ink and dividing paper for the ivy" for the idea of "Xu Qingteng's lackeys". That's my love and reverence for my idol. It's hard to say that I can stay with my idol and be a dog without being a man.
Zheng Banqiao is willing to be Teng's dog. Why can't I be a dog? With violet's personality, I don't like pugs, so I'll be a German shepherd. When he traveled with his sword, he followed him silently. I watched him from a distance and never disturbed his interest when he was reciting poems to the moon. If anyone dares to invade him, I will defend him with my death. Qi Baishi is willing to grind and arrange paper for Xu Qingteng, and I am also willing to be a slave of Li Qinglian, carry a bag for him, accompany him to sleep in the wind, travel across mountains and rivers, and never complain when he is tired. But I am a woman, and I am eager to meet him in the era when he lived. I will appear in front of him in a red dress and see the face I have admired for a long time. Even if he leaves the next day, I will wait all the time.
Knowing that I couldn't stay, I sent him with tears in my eyes and watched his clothes flutter and disappear at the end of heaven and earth. I will live in a secluded swallow house like Guan, covered with small leaves, let the cars and horses outside make noise, let the autumn moon and spring flowers pass through the window, let the cobwebs cross and the red paint mottle, let the years grow old and let the flowers bloom like snow.
Worship to the extreme, would rather make selfless and fearless sacrifices.