I should read the story of a poet in the morning breeze, so as not to disturb his lovesickness that has been dusty for thousands of years.I think I just need to use the shadow of the streamer to search all the way, and no matter how many turns I make on the way, I will never go astray.I remember his name. His name was Jiang Kui. He was born in the Southern Song Dynasty and stayed in office all his life.He has a handsome personality, clear bones, and white clothes that are more snowy, like a fairy.He is good at poetry, fine rhythm, and good at calligraphy.His words are the most popular, the words are beautiful and exquisite, and the style is quiet and meaningful.When he was old, he wrote down this "Partridge Sky" in order to recall an unforgettable love in his youth.
What is memory?Reminiscing is actually recalling the lost time.When Jiang Kui lived in Hefei in his early years, he met a pair of sisters who were good at playing the pipa, and he formed an indissoluble bond with one of them ever since.But in the end they didn't stay together forever and got married.Jiang Kui gave a very merciful reason. He had to move around for his livelihood, lest he would hurt the beautiful woman and not be able to give her the stability she wanted.And is this beauty really afraid of getting hurt, and would rather freeze her emotions than follow her lover to the end of the world?What was the truth thousands of years ago, maybe only a few strings on the pipa and the river slowly flowing eastward know.
There are many things that are obviously covered with dust, but there are always people who want to pretend that their memories are still fresh.Thinking this way, I am the one who is most loyal to time.Since we have failed yesterday, why should we swear to tomorrow?The so-called going and staying unintentionally, favor and disgrace according to fate, is just to find a weak excuse for the meager fleeting time.But a sentimental poet will always remember his old love. No matter how many years have passed, a frosty leaf, a stringed sound, or a drop of dew will reveal the secret in his heart.Reading Jiang Kui's Ci, I am ashamed of my suspicion of him.Even though, he didn't hold the beauty in his arms, he lived and died together, and held hands to grow old together.At least that beautiful woman was the first and last woman he entrusted with his emotions.
In a life full of joys and sorrows, we are always the weak ones, thinking we have arranged everything cleverly, but we escape at the last moment.Knowing that you can't keep your promise, you still keep making promises. Even an ordinary grass, I hope it will remember your kindness.And I want to forget the past, afraid that some unknown debt will suddenly come out and force me to pay it back.And Jiang Kui, for a story that cannot continue, has devoted years of lovesickness, even if he waits until the end of the mountain, it may not give him a happy ending.In the face of the passing time, we don't have to beg for mercy sadly, even if we can't grasp the beauty of the present, at least there are memories for you and me to be self-sufficient.
Time is in a trance, and twenty years have passed.He thought of Feishui, who had gone eastward, and his love in Hefei, and blamed himself for planting that lovesickness, provoking it for so many years, and never changing his infatuation.In reality, we always think that if we plant the same red beans, we can bear the same lovesickness.But I don't know that the sun and rain will also be eccentric and negligent. The ending is often that one is as red as cinnabar, and the other is as green as green plum.He said that the love of teenagers is always sad.The heart is like a boat leaving the shore, wandering in the rivers and lakes, never finding a harbor to anchor. "I didn't see it like Danqing in my dream, but I was startled by the singing of mountains and birds in the dark." He met Yi Ren in his dream, but it was not as real as seeing it clearly in the painting of Danqing.A bird's cry woke up the dream, and at this time even a blurred phantom was nowhere to be found.
"Spring is not green, temples are silky." Acacia is another year, spring plums are blooming on the branches, and green leaves have not yet sprouted new buds.And the poet, wandering all over the world, has been stained with wind and frost by the time.The spring is still the same every year, but the people who enjoy the spring are getting old in a hurry.Those fallen petals cannot return to the branches, just like old people cannot return to youth.I don't know what flowers in this world don't need sunshine and rain; I don't know what people in this world don't need dreams and emotions.Sometimes, what is deeply connected is some trifles that are not worth mentioning.Those memories that cannot be forgotten are thrown in the light and shadow of the annual rings by myself at will.
He sighed, don't let the world be sad for a long time.Is it really because of being separated for too long that the sensitive heart has become numb, so numb that it doesn't even feel sad.It is still the pain of parting, which has been deposited in the depths by the years. It has been used for many years, but the wound has not completely scabbed, and I dare not touch it easily.After all, decades of time are built up from the accumulation of little days, so how can a single gesture of waving goodbye be able to hastily pass through the sorrows and joys of a lifetime?Everyone who comes to this world has a sacred mission. It seems to be saving others, but it is actually saving himself.A promise is a book without words. If you want to fulfill it, you have to fill it with your own handwriting.You think you have found happiness for yourself, but you don't know that it is more suitable and more complete to place this happiness on others.
"Who taught the red lotus night every year, the two ponds know each other." The red lotus night here refers to the lantern festival of the Lantern Festival. The lanterns are like red lotuses, which bloom brightly on a good night.Although the people who appreciate the lanterns on the Lantern Festival are thousands of miles apart and several years have passed, they still taste the same kind of lovesickness.Li Qingzhao has a poem to chant "one kind of lovesickness, two places of sorrow", which expresses such feelings.Just looking at each other from a distance, no one disturbs anyone's peace, as long as you don't blink, you can see each other's shadow in your eyes.If one day, the shadow disappears, then we must collect all the small memories, and then set a fire to burn them to ashes.Let the other party find no evidence to blame themselves.
When I read this song "Partridge Sky", my mood seemed to be ups and downs, but it was actually extremely peaceful.Just like Jiang Kui's lovesickness, it is not gorgeous, not strong, and has a charm that has washed away all the lead.Life is a dream in the mirror, although from the very beginning, it means going astray, but there are mountains and rivers to accompany you, the sun and the moon to hold the lamp for you, when you are hungry, you pick lovesickness for food, and when you are tired, you sleep on the pillow of memories.If you meet a fate, you will entrust your true feelings.If not, just make a medicine called "duhuo" blindly, and take a trip to the world of mortals, so it doesn't matter.
