On the day the list was released, Guy found himself the youngest of all middle school students, just like a baby, so he was so excited that he wrote a poem to commemorate: Cienta is the youngest of seventeen people.
At this time, Liv, thousands of miles away, is Bai Juyi's hometown. There is a girl named Xiangling, anxiously waiting for the news of the young brother Lang Juyi.
Maybe, she called him blanc. She is four years younger than him, and she is also his neighbor.
The trotters brought good news from high school. From that moment on, her heart split into two hostile countries. One country wants her to be happy, and another country wants her to be sad. The two countries fought fiercely, so they couldn't win.
She really couldn't sit still, so she picked up her mobile phone and opened WeChat. She saw at a glance that he had written a poem to commemorate him and had made a circle of friends. It turned out that I was in a hurry and forgot to read WeChat.
On the face of natural and unrestrained elegance, she gently pointed to the jade and found a collection. Where he just left two years ago, he sent her a message along the way:
? Give it to Xiangling.
Cold eyes and tears, turn back every time you get higher.
If you know from a distance that you are not in the West Building, you have to lean against the railing and worry alone.
When he left, he knew I was looking at him from a height and kept looking back at me.
It was too cold to sleep at night, and he was too lonely to sleep alone, so he wrote me a poem in the name of asking me good night:
? A cold boudoir night
It's so cold in the middle of the night that I can't sleep alone.
The incense in the cage burns out, and the tears in the towel turn into ice.
Cherish the shadow and keep the light on all night.
At that time, he was really stupid, and the shadow could also be a partner.
Later, he went further and saw pairs of birds and animals and even flowers and plants. He also wanted to write me a poem:
? Endless longing
The west wind rises in September, and the moonlight is frosty.
The autumn night is long and the soul rises for nine nights.
In February, the east wind comes and the grass breaks and flowers bloom.
I miss you late in spring, and my intestines go back nine times a day.
My concubine lives in the north of Luo Qiao and your husband lives in the south of Luo Qiao.
We met at the age of fifteen, and we are twenty-three this year.
Like a radish, born by the pine tree.
The vine's short branches are bitter and tall, and its back cannot move.
People say that people have a wish and it will come true.
Willing to be a distant beast, step by step.
I would like to be an old tree in the mountains, with branches connected.
Now it seems that it was really time for you to be kind to me.
Watching, two lines of tears rolling down, Xiang Ling couldn't help it anymore.
Just then, he sent a message. He said, "Wait for me!" "
The White House is moving to Chang 'an, because Blanc has to work in the imperial city.
He will be a secretary and a school bookkeeper. Will he still come to listen to my pipa? I always like singing his poems. Will he still write for me?
Because of Mu Bai's concept of gate valve, he can't even see her again, or even monitor his mobile phone.
Before he left, he found her quietly.
In order to avoid being discovered, they dare not speak. He wrote an endorsement in her hand: "I will definitely come back to marry you when your hair reaches your waist!" "
She replied, "I'm waiting for you, but I'm 26 years old now and I won't get married again because the law doesn't allow it."
He wrote: "If you don't marry, I won't marry!"
She replied, "Good!"
Young time is never long, just an essence of the past, and it will never come back. The promise made by Lao Bai has not been fulfilled, and Xiangling is no longer young.
She still sings the poems he once wrote, which have been integrated into her life. Whether she sings, plays the flute or plays the pipa, it is all his.
As long as there are his poems, cool cold nights can be as warm as spring.
You are a rock, and my concubine is a reed. Puwei line is like silk, but the rock does not move.
She has been making Pu Wei, and she has been alone.
At the age of 37, under the pressure of his mother, he married his colleague's cousin.
When he was newly married, he said to his wife, "Life is a roommate, and death is the same hole dust. Others are friendly, but I am with you. "
He gave in under the pressure of reality.
He said a lot to his new wife, and it is also a poem called "The Gift is Inside", which is recorded here:
Life is a roommate, and death is the same hole dust.
Others are still friendly, but I am with you.
Qian Lou is a poor man, but his wife has forgotten his poverty.
I lack a farmer, and my wife respects me as a guest.
Without making a living, Zhai's salary is his own.
Hongliang refused to be an official, so Meng Guanggan put on a cloth skirt.
Although you don't study, you have heard of it.
After a thousand years, what is it?
You can't forget your body before you die.
Those who need food and clothing are not full and warm.
Vegetables are enough to satisfy hunger, why should they be precious?
You don't need gorgeous words to keep out the cold.
Your family has a motto, and innocence is left to future generations.
I am also a loyal person in bad karma, and I married Jun Xin.
Maintain a poor vegetarian diet and grow old together.
Reading through this poem is not like a newlywed couple, but more like an agreement, like an old friend, and the sweetness of newlyweds seems to be gone.
Later, Lao Bai got along well with this lady, but she was always in my heart.
He wrote in "Rainy Night":
I miss a person, far away from home.
I felt something, and it was deeply rooted in my intestines.
I can't be far away from home, and I don't look forward to it every day.
I can't solve the problem in depth and don't think about it every night.
What's more, I stayed alone in the empty hall this evening.
Autumn is unknown, rain and dust.
If you don't learn Buddhism, you can forget your peace of mind!
You can't stay away from home, and you don't look forward to it every day. Old white, you finally told the truth.
In the poem "Sense Mirror", I wrote:
The beauty said goodbye to me and left the mirror in the box.
Since the flowers must go, there is no hibiscus in autumn water.
I haven't opened the box for many years, and the red dust is covered with bronze.
Try it today. Look at your tired face.
According to the heavy melancholy, I returned with a pair of dragons.
If this poem is written, it is bound to be another tear-jerking story.
In the ninth year of Yuanhe, Laobai was demoted to Jiangzhou. On his way to Jiangzhou, it may be his own providence. I met Xiangling who was wandering in the Jianghu. Xiang Ling was almost forty years old at that time, but he kept his promise and was not married.
It is said that Laobai and Xiangling cried bitterly. Laobai himself wrote a poem called "Meet Old". The whole poem is as follows:
I comb my hair and white hair to add new hatred, and you sweep my old face.
It should be strange and melancholy, young people leave and meet old!
It is impossible to verify whether Xiangling left any music works at that time, but in this poem, Lao Bai bluntly hates himself and says that he is too young to meet the old. It was a feeling of extreme pain and near numbness. The whole poem is unbearable to read.
Later, one day in Jiangzhou, Laobai found a pair of shoes that Xiangling gave her when she was looking for old things. She saw that shoes were still in pairs, but lovers were far apart. Lao Bai's infinite melancholy can't be pinned, but can only be confided in poetry. The name of this poem is very simple, and it is called Emotion. The whole poem is as follows:
Playing in the atrium, I suddenly saw my hometown.
Who gave it to me yesterday? Juanzi is in the east.
Because I thought of giving time and language, I ended it with a knot.
I want to walk like a shoe, and two lines will stop.
When I arrived at the general's office, I wandered for three thousand miles.
I'm here as a lover.
I am disappointed at present, but I haven't seen it again and again.
People only walk in pairs, and they are never similar.
It's a pity that the embroidered table is inside.
After the plum rain, all the flowers and plants died.
How many people in the world can realize their eternal wishes?
After a while, I was seeing the guests off. On the Xunyang River that night, an old man in white was crying in the pipa that night, the official of Jiujiang. My blue sleeves were wet, and an old white man cried.
Who knows if Lao Bai thought of Xiangling at that time, the Xiangling who used to sing, play flute and pipa in front of him.
Adding wine to the lamp is even more worrying. Jiangzhou Tianya turned into a corpse and dreamed of adolescence at night. Xiangling is not in sight.
In the Yue Xian-style pipa, there is a scent of Xiangling and a smile of Xiangling.
The phrase "everlasting, everlasting; One day, both of them will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. "Perhaps what Lao Bai wrote many years ago is also suitable for him.
Since then, Lao Bai has been demoted and promoted, and Xiangling is getting farther and farther away from her.
At the age of fifty, Lao Bai wrote a song "Send Far":
If you want to forget, you have no reason to go.
Axillary has no wings and hair is hollow.
Sit down and see the new fallen leaves, the tallest building on the line.
The color is boundless and the eyes are full of sorrow.
Is this poem particularly like to Xiangling? Both of them are in the tall building, but where can they find the lovers?
When Lao Bai was fifty-three years old, he went back to his hometown to visit Xiangling, but Xiangling's family had moved away and he never saw her again.
People all over the world say that Laobai is a talented person, a leftover man, love rat. If you have to talk about the reasons, Lao Bai must have a "self-abandonment" side.
Under the intervention of his mother, he could not marry Xiangling, so he deliberately debauched. Under the influence of everyone, he moved to the red light district of Datang.
At the age of 37, Lao Bai got married, but that was because his mother threatened to die, and Lao Bai had no choice.
Lao Bai's love story has the obvious shadow of peacocks flying southeast, but the suffocating concept of family ties, from the Han Dynasty to Lao Bai's Tang Dynasty, is still endless, even like a raging river rolling eastward.
I sincerely hope that all lovers in the world will be well, and never give up.