one
Lu You is 20 years old this year. Broken bridge outside column. Dusk.
The cold wind blows hard and stings people's hearts. The lingering Leng Yun makes you breathless. Along this dark path, I watched my beloved leave in tears. For more than a year, you have lived together day and night, and your wife's voice, face and smile are clearly printed in your heart. Never quarrel, never blush. "What do you mean by being driven away by your mother?" Your wife's questioning left you speechless. Yes, who should you ask? Ask heaven, ask running water, who can solve the block in your heart? Who sent this feeling, who can know the loneliness tonight?
Rain and snow, tears, you go alone. As a teenager, you are already stumbling. Cold wilderness, cold wind blowing, there is a faint fragrance. Suddenly, a plum blossom bloomed in the residual snow.
two
Lu You is 29 years old and is in Lin 'an, Kyoto at noon.
The cold winter will pass and the residual snow will melt. When it's warm and cold, go to Beijing to take your long-awaited imperial examination. You have great confidence in "since God has given talents, let them find jobs", and cling to the life ideal of "mounting a horse to attack crazy Hu, dismounting a horse to write an army", and want to dedicate your humble body to the national disaster and serve the court. A cavity of blood, come to mind. You stand out and join the crowd. How painful and depressed, speechless and independent. You were confident that you were among the best in high school, but you ended up in Sun Shan. In fact, you know the reason very well. Because your answer sheet angered the capitulators of the current dynasty. However, ask heaven, ask running water, who can solve your full love of serving the country?
The crowd around us all retreated, and the noisy door fell silent again. Looking down at the messy ground, a trampled flower is at your feet. You look down and pick it up. Oh, plum blossoms again.
three
Lu You is 85 years old, at home in Yin Shan, after breakfast.
You have been ill in bed for a long time, sitting quietly on the cane chair. The sunshine in early spring shines on the floor of the house through the window lattice, which is a bit dazzling. The dull guns in the distance bring you back to the battlefield filled with smoke. The night snow on the balcony, the autumn wind of the iron horse, the bitter fighting and the chaos everywhere reflect your face on the fire. Thousands of miles away, the Eight Banners are flying, and the exhaustion can't hide the inner joy and joy. Last night, the sound of war has not dispersed, and today's exile has not been recovered. I was demoted several times, from Lin 'an to Yin Shan, from Yin Shan to Jizhou, and exiled thousands of miles, just because you opposed humiliation and peace.
His face was covered with dust and his temples were like snow. If you want to speak your mind, it will be miserable. I woke up suddenly, and my grandson's dry tears faintly came from outside. Reluctantly supporting himself, he staggered to the door and whispered, "Julian Waghann has set the Central Plains Day in the north. Don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family festival." At this time, there was singing in the hospital.
Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. It is dusk alone, and the wind and rain have no intention of fighting for spring. Every fragrant flower was smashed into mud, only the fragrance remained.
You go looking for fame, ah, the plum blossom! The plum blossoms you planted carefully bear the misfortunes and hardships of your life, condense your unyielding and persistent, and condense your dream of rejuvenating the country, swaying in the branches ... From then on, you are no longer lonely.
The moonlight struggled to cast a last glance at the sleeping old man through the riddled wooden lattice window lattice. Pale eyes are full of pity and helplessness. Hair dyed like snow, messy hanging on the pillow. Wrinkles are engraved on his face, just like hard footprints. He is exhausted. The regret of "serving the country and dying without a battlefield" and the world defiled by darkness and sin can finally go away in my sleep, go away …