Chapter 22 Ask the world, what love is, and teach life and death

In the early morning of summer, Yuan Haowen went for a walk along the winding path of the post house.At this time, the heat of summer has not yet risen, the sky is still a little gray, and the eyes are turning white.The cool wind and the green grass and trees on the side of the road make people feel happy. There is a faint fragrance in the wind.The closer you get, the cooler the wind becomes.He couldn't help but hastened a few steps and walked forward.Walking to the end of the road, I saw the fields of lotus leaves in the distance, which were green and filled the whole lotus pond.The wind is so refreshing because of the moisture.There are lotus flowers blooming in the lotus pond.Scholars have always belonged to Ai Lian, and when they see the remnants of the lotus, they still have to sigh: "Leave the remnants of the lotus to listen to the sound of the rain." What's more, the lotus in the pond is pink, white and ruddy, swaying, graceful and dewy, and everything is so beautiful. Just right.

He felt refreshed.What surprised him most was that the lotus flowers here all bloom side by side.In the breeze, the tender veins of the two flowers face each other, like swallows talking between the beams, infinitely charming.I heard the clear and charming singing of the lotus picker in the depths of the lotus pond, singing: "You can pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, and the lotus leaves are in He Tiantian. Fish play with the lotus leaves in the east, fish play with the lotus leaves in the west. Fish play with the lotus leaves in the south, and fish play with the lotus leaves in the north. "This is "Jiangnan Song" by the Yuefu of the Southern Dynasties. It was originally a metaphor for the joy of fish and water.

The journey was long and boring, and suddenly he heard a melodious song here, and he became interested, and waved to the lotus pickers, wanting to get on the lotus boat. He called out loudly——is there anyone willing to save me? Seeing a man who looked like a scholar by the lotus pond, the lotus pickers coaxed a laugh and immediately dispersed.Crackling, he only saw the oars entering the water, smashing the lotus shadows on the water surface, and the blue waves trembling.After a while, the laughter all over the lotus pond disappeared, obviously people had hidden in the depths of the lotus flowers.

Facing the sudden silence, Yuan Haowen was stunned.He was acting on a whim and didn't think about anything else; the panic of others reflected his abrupt behavior.He is a well-read man, so he couldn't help being embarrassed.Just as there was no place to rest his hands and feet, a boat slowly came across the water, and an old man stood at the bow, shouting: "Don't wait, the old man's boat is coming soon." He breathed a sigh of relief, gathered his clothes and got on the boat. "The lotus girl here seems to be very shy." Yuan Hao asked, sitting on the bow of the boat, half asking and half answering.The one who rocks the boat is an old man, dressed as a fisherman, but he is also energetic.

"This year, a strange thing happened here. My daughter's family has to avoid it." "Oh? What's the matter?" Yuan Hao asked, looking at the delicate and charming lotus beside him, in a good mood, and hurriedly asked. "People have drowned in this pond..." the old man said with emotion.Seeing that the guest officer didn't respond much, he increased his tone again. "Catch a man and a woman. Young man!" "Oh!" In this way, Yuan Haowen was a little surprised.Drowning people in water is common, but drowning a man and a woman at the same time may have a story.

--Is that right?When Yanyang was born, Yuan Haowen got off the boat, and before leaving, he left a pair of characters in the hands of the old fisherman. "Please memorize this poem by heart, and please ask the lotus picker to sing it to express my respect for this pair of infatuated lovers, and I will also live up to the pool full of lotus flowers." The old man smiled: "Please don't worry, my husband, your word is called 'Moyu'er', also known as 'Maipitang', the whole word has 116 characters, the rhyme of six squares in the front, and the rhyme of seven squares in the back, rhyme with each other. The old Chinese characters are in my heart, and I will sing it to you—"

Ask the lotus root and how much silk there is, who does the lotus heart know is suffering?The two flowers are tender and tender, they are just children of the old family.The sky has promised, don't even teach, life and death Yuanyangpu with white heads?Sunset was speechless.In the smoke of thanking guests, the Xiangfei River is not a heartbroken place. Xiangdao Meng, fortunately Ganoderma lucidum.The world looks up to the present and the past.The sea is dry and the rocks are rotten. Love is there, and I hate not to bury the loess.The acacia tree, fleeting years, was mistaken by the west wind for no reason.Lanzhou stays short.Afraid to come back again with wine, the red clothes are half off, lying in the wind and rain in a mess.

Singing "Lan Zhou stay here. I'm afraid of coming back with wine, the red clothes are half fallen, and the mess is lying in the wind and rain." The old man's singing has a faint sense of depression, as if he has seen the mess that has fallen red and covered the ground after the wind and rain . Yuan Haowen was shocked.It was just now that he was mourning the death of his lover, and he expressed his feelings. Unexpectedly, the unattractive old man in front of him deeply understood his sorrow and resentment--God loves the children of fools, but this strict etiquette is not in vain How many beautiful family members in the world have been destroyed, and the beautiful scenery on a good day.

"I'm sorry!" He bowed to the old man to the end: "I, Yuan Yuzhi, ask the old man Gao's name..." "No need." The old man waved his hand and said, "I'm just a person whose heart follows the motherland like water. The person who disrespects me should be me. I have seen many people lamenting them, but no one thinks so sincerely and far-reachingly like you, Mr. , this pair of sons and daughters are sleeping together on the ground, and they should die in peace when they hear this word." After speaking, the old man's boat swung away and gradually drifted away.Yuzhi still heard him chanting a few words loudly-"Heaven has promised, don't teach, life and death with white heads? The sunset is speechless. Counting the thank-you smoke, the Xiangfei River is not a heartbroken place."

Yuan Yuzhi stood by the pond, looking at the pond full of lotus, they seemed to prove to him that in this world, when people cannibalize, there is no trace.However, he must continue to walk slowly and cautiously in such a ruthless world, as if traveling through endless days and nights. Ask the world, what is love, and teach life and death directly?Flying guests from all over the world, the old wings are cold and hot.Joy is fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children.You should have something to say, thin clouds, thousands of mountains and snow at dusk, who will the shadow go to?

On Hengfen Road, the lonely year of Xiaogu, the barren smoke is still flat.What's wrong with calling back the soul, and the mountain ghosts secretly cry about the wind and rain.The sky is also jealous, and if you don't believe in it, Yinger and swallows are all loess.Forever.In order to stay with the poets, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu. ——Yuan Haowen's "Yanqiu Ci" "Ask the world, what is love, and teach life and death? Flying guests from all over the world, the old wings have been cold and hot." The chastity of a pair of geese touched a poet, and the emotion of a poet asked all of us. At that time he went to Bingzhou.On the way, he met a man hunting geese.The man said: "I caught a goose this morning and killed it. The other one had already escaped from the snare, but it screamed and refused to go. Then it hit the ground and committed suicide." So, he remembered the story that the old man told him in that lotus pond.In the place of Daming, there was a man and a woman in love. They had a deep relationship with each other, but they didn't agree with their families.The family thought they had eloped, so they asked the government to look for them, but there was no news of them.Not long ago, some people who were picking lotus root and stepping on the lotus root found their bodies in the water. When they were fished up, their costumes and appearances were still recognizable.But in the summer of this year, the lotus pond where the two of them drowned suddenly became full of sad twin lotuses overnight. So he had the doubt of "asking the world, what is love, and directly teaching life and death?"If there is no love in this world, why are people martyred first, and then geese? All you have is just a pile of bones, it's hard to get married if you have a lover? With unspeakable emotion, he bought the two dead geese from a hunter, buried them together on the bank of Fenshui, piled up stones as a sign, called it "Goose Hill", and wrote a poem.Like the previous poem, all of them use the Ci Pai of "Mo Yuer", but later people prefer to call it "Yanqiu Ci". He stood there dejected.Wild geese fly south, passing through here, the entrance of the Fen River into the Yellow River, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty has been here many times.It is vaguely still the Hengfen Road mentioned in "The Song of the Autumn Wind". In the past, the flute and drums sang together and sang songs, but now there are only low bushes, and the desert smoke is wafting at dusk.What I saw in front of me was the desolate flavor described in "Calling the Soul" and "Mountain Ghost" in Songs of Chu. This pair of geese love life and death, even God will feel jealous.Don't you believe it?You see those swallows and sparrows died and turned to dust, only this pair of wild geese, eternally beautiful, waiting for poets and poets, came to the "Goose Hill", sang and drank wildly, commemorating their unswerving loyalty and love until death . Ask the world, what is love, is it worth waiting and exchanging with life?Don't ask this question to the person you are in love with, they are too confused and unable to give a sober answer; and don't ask the person you have loved, they may not be able to give an answer.When love disappears like flying snow, all that remains is a vast expanse of whiteness and the earth is so clean. We have no one to ask, and no one to answer.Not every answer will be exactly the same.Love is an eternal problem and the greatest mystery left by God. God knows how to be jealous, because it is lonely, looking down on the common people sadly.The sky and the earth have been separated too far and too long since they were separated. "Yanqiu Ci" was written by Yuan Haowen in the fifth year of Jinzhang Zongtaihe, on the way to the examination.At that time, he was still a young man with a weak crown, but he was already so talented! In the troubled times of the Jin and Yuan Dynasties, literati were either high-minded or mediocre, so their poems lacked charm and were always lost in the vast water smoke.At this time, Yuan Haowen came out alone, just like in the gloomy age of Ming Dynasty, there was a radiant Tang Yin, it was God's compensation. Yuan Yuzhi is a man of high talent and morality.He was a leading figure in the literary world at that time, with many talents, and he was better than most people in the Tang and Song Dynasties.In addition to being good at poetry and prose and political affairs, he is also deep in knowledge such as calendar calculation, medicine, calligraphy, calligraphy and painting appreciation, Buddhism, Taoism and philosophy; There are ordinary painters, hermits, doctors, scholars, even monks, farmers, etc. According to research, there are more than 500 people who have written evidence.Therefore, he can also be regarded as a social activist; he was also the most accomplished writer and historian of the Jin Dynasty, and successively compiled "Zhongzhou Collection" and "Renchen Miscellaneous Edition" with extremely high historical value.His 30 "On Poetry Quatrains" are very important in the history of literary criticism.He has profound knowledge, rich writings, citing advanced officials, and is an upright official. He is worthy of being a master of Jin and Yuan. However, such a great talent has never received the same high evaluation as Li Bai, Su Shi, and even Lu You.Even if there is no spread of popular novels, Yuan Haowen's poem may not necessarily be known to many people, at least it will not be spread so widely.And the irony is that many people, including me, only memorize the first half of this poem by heart. We Han people have always put ourselves first.In the culture that has been handed down for five thousand years, the Han people have always played the leading role, and the foreigners are at most a helper, like the matchmaker behind Yingying, and the green snake standing behind the white snake, with its water sleeve and green sword dancing, it is also a garden of flowers. Out of the rich peony, the eyes finally fell on others.