The article hates fate, but the charm is gratifying. ——Du Fu one Huang Zhongze, who has been nervous since he was a child, can't change his aloof and suspicious nature at the age of twenty-three.He was originally a person who would die for love, whenever his interest was aroused, no matter what he said, his face would turn red, his throat would widen, and he could not restrain himself from speaking directly.If an obedient person resists his words, or expresses something that does not appeal to him in his smile or in his eyes, he will try his best to argue. The eyes are always wide open, as if sparks would fly out.At this time, if someone came out to say a few words to please him, he would be so happy that he would jump up and down, and there would be two pools of clear water gushing out of his pair of black and big eyes, and if he took a step further, his thin cheeks would be wet. There will be tears of gratitude shed.

After such an outburst, he always kept silent for three or four days. No matter who spoke to him, he always kept silent.During this period of silence, he also closed the door alone, and when he sat upright in the west room of Shouchun Garden on the northeast side of the Xueshi Yamen, his face also turned blue, and he went to the Shenyun Hall outside the Qingyuan Gate by himself. When Huaigu Terrace went to Dubu, there were also times when I went to a small tavern by the Gushu River outside the South Gate to drink.But during this period, although he didn't speak to others, he always seemed to be talking about something to himself.He was alone, and no matter where he went, he sometimes recited poems or sentences softly, sometimes smiled at himself, and sometimes looked at the sky and sighed. It seemed that he was too busy. It looks like it's open.But when he sees someone, his big dull eyes will lift up to look at you, and the expression on his face will become like a puppet without feeling. Shocked by him.

Although the scholar Zhu Jianhe cherished him very much, but because of his busy affairs, when he was silent and depressed, he couldn't come to relieve him.At this time, among the forty or fifty people on the left and right of the student, only one of his fellow countrymen, Hong Zhicun, dared to approach him and talk to him in his room.Hong Zhicun, who was a classmate with him since he was a child and is also from the same hometown, knows his character very well.Seeing him arguing with others, when he was so angry that he was willing to come out and say a few words for him, so he respected and loved Zhicun more than his own brothers.Zhicun knew his temper, when he was silent for the first day or two, he deliberately didn't get close to him.Sometimes when meeting him by chance on the main way in and out, Zhicun would just pretend to be melancholy, but just nodded to him silently and passed.After he was silent for a day or two, I looked secretly at him as if he had finished a few poems, or he seemed to have gotten drunk once in a wine shop in the city, or wept bitterly in a lonely mountain forest outside the city. Afterwards, only in the middle of the night or early in the morning would Zhicun dare to go slowly into his room, and argue with him about "Li Sao" or criticize Han Changli and Li Taibai's miscellaneous poems, and his precept of silence would be justified. Can be broken because of this.

Although the colleagues in Xueshi's yamen were calling him a lunatic behind his back, they were all afraid of him in front of him.One is because he is the favorite guest of Xue Shi Zhu Gong, and the other is because he is too accustomed to criticizing other people's writing, disregarding others' ability to do it, and only knows how to follow his own character, bluntly swearing reason. It has been more than half a year since he arrived in Taiping with the admiral Xuezheng Zhu Yanhe, but apart from Hong Zhicun and Zhu Gong, there is no third person who can talk to him for half an hour.Those who have met him once, who can understand him, only say that he is arrogant and not to be friends with, and those who cannot understand him, simply say that he has no knowledge at all, and only relies on Zhugong's power and influence to lose his temper.His reputation and friends have decreased year by year, and his depression since childhood has deepened year by year.

two The autumn of the thirty-sixth year of Qianlong was also deep.In the city of Taipingfu on the south bank of the Yangtze River, a cool north wind has blown, and the willows, sycamores, elms and other miscellaneous trees in the garden west of the Xueshi Yamen have taken on a light yellow color.In the wild grass at the corner of the garden, on a moonlit night in autumn, the mournful chirping of insects gradually faded away. Last night, because the moon was very good, Zhong Ze was caught in the wind and dew. He watched the moon in the garden all night, walked up and down under the shadow of the trees, and looked at the frost on the ground. Like moonlight, he suddenly felt old love, and thought of a tragic love in his youth.

"Alas! I hope you enjoy the peace in your home!" Sighing like this, he looked towards Dongtian from a distance, and suddenly a sixteen-year-old bright girl appeared in his eyes.At that time, Zhong Ze was studying in Yixing (氵九), and his classmate Chen and Gong were all richer than him, but the girl's watery eyes were only focused on him who was thin.Because he was going back to Changzhou during Chinese New Year, he went to her house to see her on another day. For some reason, she just wept to him and didn't talk much.After sitting with her for half an hour, he had already walked outside the door, and she called him back again, and gave her a light yellow silk sweat towel that was popular at that time.This time when he was about to leave, it was he who was about to cry, and the two hugged and wept bitterly again, wiping his tears on the sweat towel.It wasn't until late that the ship was about to leave that he put away the sweat towel and didn't go with her.After this farewell, he and she will have no chance to talk again.When he returned to Yixing for the second time, his youthful sorrow was only reduced to a few verses, which were expressed on the copied paper:

The bordeaux on the avenue can't be covered, when the year is drunk and the clouds flow, The belt in front of the wind is a knot of concentricity, and the people at the bottom of the cup are like flowers of interpretation, Take the South-North Road beside Ducheng, and go to and from the car outside Shanglanmen, Don't think that the Yangzhou dream is in a hurry, and the worries are in the temples. Wake up the night before the window, and the cuckoo calls to go away, and the sound, Danqing's old vows are like a bond, and Du Mu's love during the Zen couch scriptures, After farewell, the lovesickness is empty, and when I come back, I look back on my three lives,

The steps of the clouds and the moon and the ground are still there, and the fragrance of the sky is scattered a hundred times. Don't hide before leaving, miss me frequently, bamboo branches leave regretful tears, There is no firm agreement with many prefects, how can Xiao Lang be regarded as a passerby? Looking at the colorful clouds in the distance, the spring water is sparkling by the side of sorrow, A hundred feet of coral and a thousand dendrobium pearls are difficult to exchange for Luo Fu who is not married. Since then, the sound and dust have been quiet, and the spring mountains are like black grass and smoke,

Tears added to Wu Yuan's third watch rain, hate caused the post booth to sleep all night, You have Qingwu's other words, chatting about Jinse's fleeting years, When he gets off, he makes a slight mistake, and after a thousand turns, he only feels sorry for himself. In the next three years, he was watching the Town God's Meeting in Yangzhou City, and saw a young woman, and in the same year, a man in his thirties who looked like a wealthy businessman was walking slowly on the street.His appearance was exactly like that girl in Yixing. At night, he went back to the guest house by the river and wrote four more miscellaneous poems about the past.

The wind pavilion and the moon pavilion remember the preparations, and the songs in the dream are drunk and the worries. After holding the sleeves for a few times, I whispered at the end, covering the pass and entering the worry of separation. The bright lights are bright and the bones are bright, and the eyes of the fine horses are spring mountains. The most reminiscent of frequent trips is still looking back, this heart is like water only flowing eastward. Now Pan's temples are gradually turning into silk, remember when the sheep and carts are carried together; He Xin was frightened and died together, caressing the orphans and breaking the branches.

Such as the sweet wind and willows hurt Siman, and the other fireworks annoy her. Don't play (Kunniao) strings to the past, the autumn haggard is lovesickness. Zhe Wu Pingkang was good at the old name, and he only had blue eyes on the scholar, Gently move the brocade quilt to add to the morning bed, and carefully drink the golden goblet to send the travel situation. On this day, Pisces sent the son, and at that time a song complained about Dongping. The flowers outside the Temple of the King of Yue are just blooming, so who else is walking slowly. If you don't care about the pity of others, you will kill yourself several times with red paper, Huhai has the heart to follow Yingshi, and the style has recently forced Fang to return. For a long time, I covered the curtain to keep the fragrance, and I still saw people and swallows. Since ancient times, the same heart has been incomprehensible, and the Luofu tomb tree is still mourning. He thought about his current state of mind, compared with that at that time, and felt that the him seven years ago was just like the vanilla under the warm sun in spring, vigorous and just developing.Because he was a new talent at that time, and there was still endless hope waiting for him there. "Until now, I'm still busy with people!" Thinking of his current life experience, he felt unknowingly sad. At this moment, a cold west wind blew into the garden.The shadow of the tree in the moonlight trembled slightly, and he also had a cold spasm. For unknown reasons, he felt his capillaries stand on end. "It seems that the stars are not from last night, for whom will the wind and dew stand at night?"—" So he amplified his voice a little and recited these two lines of poems again, and walked up and down a few steps. One reason was that he wanted to use this to strengthen his courage, and the other reason was that he also wanted to use the things he got tonight. Two lines of poems make up a whole poem.But his mind was as chaotic as a flooded ant's nest, and after much deliberation he couldn't make up a sentence.In the arch of the wall outside the garden, after the sound of the watch and the shadow of the lantern passed away, the moonlight became clearer and frightening.It seemed that Qiushuang had already come down, and he only felt that his body was getting cold one after another.Thinking that the poor winter is coming soon, he only has a few large cotton padded clothes in the basket, if he wants to buy a fox fur robe for the winter, he must have forty taels of silver.Besides, he may not have sent money to his family for a long time. Logically speaking, he should send a few dozen taels of silver back to buy some clothes for his mother, but judging from the current situation, where can he get it? This much silver?When he thought of this, another layer of depression was added to his heart.He stared blankly at the west-slanting moon for a while, but he read a few lines of poetry in passing: "The boundless future is like a sea of ​​worries, and I send a message to Xihe to hurry up." After reading Huihuan twice, a man came out from the garden gate behind him, and softly called out, "Good poems, good poems, Zhong Ze! Haven't you slept by this time?" Zhong Ze was taken aback, turned around and asked him: "Zicun! Haven't you slept yet? What have you been doing there until now?" "Mr. Zhu asked me to draft two letters for him, and I just put down the pen now!" "I still have two good poems, and I'll read them to you too, 'It seems that this star is not from last night, for whom is the wind and dew the mid-night night?'" "Poetry is good poetry, but it's too bad." "I tried to combine them into two verses, but I couldn't do it anyhow." "It's better not to make it." "Why?" "After it's done, won't you lose interest?" "That's not bad, so I won't do it." "Zhongze, a great researcher is coming tomorrow, do you know?" "Who is it?" "Dai Dongyuan." "I have only heard of Zhuge's name, but I have never met this little Confucius. Who did you hear that he is coming?" "It was said in the letter from Mr. Zhu, Mr. Zhu, Mr. Zhu is preparing to welcome him!" "There is no textual research in the Zhou and Qin Dynasties, but academics are prosperous. Recently, there are many well-known textual research scholars, but fake books are becoming more and more popular. I think those textual research scholars are all stealing their names and deceiving the world. They talk about poetics today and exegesis tomorrow. , in a few days, they will come to talk about governing the country and the world, and returning to the original state. Their goal is always nothing more than a title of Hanlin bachelor. I advise them to read the biography of cool officials. In the imperial court, when the Ministry of Rites is transferred to the Ministry of Officials, or when the Li Fan Academy is appointed, or when the Cabinet Grand Scholars are worshiped, it is better to do the same." "You're going crazy again, aren't you afraid that others will say you're jealous of someone's name?" "Even though I'm jealous of other people's fame, my heart is much brighter than their big words to deceive the world and reject others! After all, I'm not framing others, and I'm not pandering to the world in despicable ways." "Zhong Ze, are you crying?" "I'm angry." "What are you angry about?" "I'm angry with those future cruel officials who are trying to sell dog meat!" "What grudge does Dai Dongyuan have against you?" "Although Dai Dongyuan doesn't have any enmity with me, I hate evil like an enemy." "You're just sick, and you're so angry. Tonight, I hurt you. Zhong Ze, we can't afford to throw up because of these boring people. I still have a bottle of Shaoxing wine in my room. Go and drink." He and Hong Zhicun didn't sleep until the cock crowed after drinking alcohol last night, so when the sun shone on the flower bed outside his window this morning, he hadn't woken up yet. It's another cool day outside.The blue sky is so high that it is indistinct.The shadows of the birds flying past the window also have a sad autumn feel.The leaves of the sycamore trees outside Zhongze's window, even though there is no wind, are withering freely in this vast day. Zhong Ze didn't wake up until the sun shone under his southwest-facing window. He stretched out a hand from under the quilt, lifted the curtain, and looked out the window. dizziness.Still Fu put down the tent, closed his eyes, and fell asleep under the quilt for a while, his excited state of last night has passed, only the chirping of autumn insects, the sparse shadow of Wu Tong and the brilliance of the cloud and moon became the last night's excitement. The memory was still imprinted in his mind this morning, and he opened his eyes and stared blankly at the top of the tent again, and he recalled the emotions he had recalled when he was a teenager last night.Thinking of this, his desire to create has risen.Sitting up from the quilt, he put on his clothes, slipped on his shoes, and walked to the desk.Randomly picked up a piece of torn paper and an ink pen on the table, he crossed his hands and wrote a poem: Luowei cries to rest and scatter the Wu smoke, dew is white and cool, boundless, The slender clouds sway slightly, the moon sinks into the sea, and the sky is full of wind, Whoever sings a song late at night, seeks the sound and turns to the empty stage to thank you, The rooster continued to crow long and short, and the cold light of the dawn shot out. three Zhong Ze finished writing the last sentence, put down the pen, shook his head and recited it several times.Staring blankly at the bright light outside the window, he picked up the pen again, bent down, filled in the word "Autumn Night" in front of the poem, and made the title of the poem.While washing his face with the facial water brought by the servants, he still couldn't take his eyes off the poem he just wrote, and was still chanting slightly. After washing his face, he didn't eat any food, so he walked out of Xueshi Yamen alone, and walked slowly only to Longjin Gate in the south.The warm sunshine in mid-October filled the deserted streets of Taiping Fucheng, neither warm nor hot.Under the blue sky and high sky, Zhong Ze left the Longjin Gate, crossed the Gushu River, and walked southeast along the country road with fine grass and yellow sand.There are a few small miscellaneous forests beside the road, which have also shown a withered appearance. The diseased leaves that have not fallen from the branches all have a yellowish turbid color, trembling slightly in the autumn wind.There were a few crows on the treetops, as if they were praising the sky, they yelled a few times.Zhong Ze raised his head and saw those crows, with the forest as the center, were flying and circling in the clear sky. The grass under the tree was also a little yellowish in color.Around the grassland, there are many vertical and horizontal clean white fields. Because the rice has been cut, only a few straw roots are left, quietly enjoying the sunshine.Zhong Ze looked around, and unconsciously walked from the official road into a field path overgrown with decaying grass.After passing a clean white field, he came to the grass in the woods and sat down under a tree.Quietly listened to the sound of crow noise.He raised his head but saw the autumn mountains in front of him, rowing in the middle of the clear sky. "I never tire of looking at each other, only Jingting Mountain." After reading a sentence like this, he suddenly moved to climb high and look far away.Standing up, he returned to the official path.After walking for about half an hour, he crossed a small bridge, and suddenly found several mud-walled short thatched cottages in the woods at the head of the bridge.A white dog lying in the sun on the open space in front of the thatched cottage heard Zhongze's footsteps and barked.At the half-covered door of a thatched cottage, a five or six-year-old child ran out to peep at him.Since Zhong Ze was approaching the foot of the mountain, he wanted to ask how to walk up Xiegong Mountain, so he asked the child who ran out.The child put his little finger in his mouth and ran in without answering as if shy.The white dog barked even more because Zhong Ze couldn't move.After a while, another old peasant woman with a blue cloth on her head came out from the door of the thatched cottage.Zhong Ze made a smile and asked her respectfully: "Grandma, do you know that Xie Gongshan is in front of you?" The old woman shook her head and said, "The one ahead is Longshan." "Then where is Xie Gongshan?" "I don't know, there is Qingshan on the left of Longshan Mountain, and there are more than three miles to go." "Is it the green hill? Are there tombs on the hill?" "Why is there no tomb!" "Yes, I asked wrongly. What I want to ask is Li Taibai's grave." "Oh, Li Taibai's grave? It's at the half foot of Qingshan." After Zhong Ze heard this, he liked it very much, so he thanked him, walked lightly, and turned from a narrow fork to the southeast of Xiegong Mountain.Xie Gongshan turned out to be Qingshan, the old woman in the country only knew Li Taibai's grave, but didn't know that Qingshan was called Xie Gongshan, Zhong Ze thought about it, felt very grateful in his heart, wished to worship her.His very excitable emotion almost brought him to tears again.As he moved forward gradually, the road gradually narrowed, and the bushes and bushes on both sides of the road also increased one by one.After walking for another half an hour, he reached the foot of the green hill.On the sloping road on the hillside overgrown with fine grass, he met two children chopping firewood, singing folk songs, carrying two short shoulders of firewood, and walking down the mountain.He stood on his feet, and asked respectfully: "Little brother, do you know where Li Taibai's grave is?" The two children didn't seem to hear his words, even though they were rushing forward.Zhong Zerang stood by the roadside and asked aloud again.Because they were all singing, they didn't notice Zhongze; so when Zhongze asked for the first time, they didn't know that there was a man walking up the road who was fighting with them, and when they walked up to Zhongze, he looked like As if they were asking questions, they stopped singing, and suddenly Xiang Zhongze gave him a startled look.After hearing Zhongze's question, the child in front pointed his hand behind Zhongze's back, as if asking for approval, then turned around and looked at the child behind and said: "Li Taibai? Is that the grave?" The children behind also scrambled to point their fingers and say: "Yes, it's the one with the white stone." Zhong Ze turned his head and looked in the direction they were pointing at. He saw a bunch of bushes dozens of paces away, and there was indeed a cave by the edge of the bushes, and a low grave of white stone lay in front of it. "Ah, is this it?" In his sigh, there was also a sense of surprise and disappointment, which could be heard.He walked to the grave, only to see a barren mound full of weeds.Moreover, the singing voices of the two children behind him had gradually faded away, and suddenly they could not be heard. The silence in the mountain immediately expanded, covering his left and right sides.He was overwhelmed by the silence, looked at the pile of barren mounds, and thought of the buried under the barren mounds was a beloved poet who had a hard life, and a sense of sadness surged in his heart like a river tide. "Ah, Li Taibai, Li Taibai!" He cried out unconsciously, and his tears rolled down at the same time as his voice.The breeze stirred the tomb grass, and his blurred eyes seemed to see Li Taibai's tomb come alive.He walked around the tomb, and knelt down in front of the tomb door. He knelt silently on the grass in front of the tomb for a long time.Looking at the transparent air in the surrounding mountains, thinking about the lonely career of the poet, and recalling the current situation of being abused by others at home, tears just flowed down one after another.Seeing that the sun was getting lower and the shadows of the grass growing in front of the grave, he remembered that he slept until noon today, ran out of the yamen after washing his face, and remembered that he hadn't eaten food all this time. I feel hungry. Four He was hungry, and when he walked slowly towards the setting sun, the short autumn day had turned into a vast white night.While admiring the autumn countryside scenery at dusk, he was thinking of poems sentence by sentence.Knocking on the gate of the city, walking back to the Xueshi Yamen in the street with sporadic lights, his poem about Li Taibai was about to be completed. I read Jun's poems with my hair tied up, and now I come to exhibit Jun's tomb. The breeze comes from the river, and I want to express my admiration for it. Woohoo, a talented man like you is bound to die, I know that your death is not death, The long star has landed for three thousand years, and this is Kunming's Jie Huier. The high crown is precariously worn, and the sword is in the chest. Tao [钅 Rong] Qu Song entered Daya, swaying the sun and the moon into magnificent words. At that time, there was nowhere for you to stay, and now I am still missing you. When I wake up, I am drunk with a thousand songs, it should be Hongmeng who borrowed the king's hand, There is nothing in Qiankun's arms, only begging for immortality and drinking. I bowed my head all my life and only declared the city, the gate of the tomb is facing the green mountains and green. The splendor reflects the present and the past, and there are even Baqiao donkeys carrying passengers, (Jiadao's tomb is also on the side) The underground here is really impressive, and the strange bottom of the country is always colorful. In the ancient moonlight in the mountains and rivers, the drunken soul can't breathe, The brocade-robed boats are deserted, and the faint voice of singing circles the river, The remaining ointment and powder are scattered in Liuhe, and they are still more than ten thousand sons in the world. At the same time as you, Du Shiyi was picking up relics, but the stone was in Xiaoxiangmei, I visited it on my trip to the south in the past, and Heng Yun miserably passed through nine doubts, That is to say, the land of returning to the bones after death is as different as the poetic realm. In the end, I think this old lady is angry, who is my teacher? A hundred years of life should be enjoyed, a thousand cups a day is not enough to suffer, Laugh at the woodcutter and shepherd's language in the setting sun, and I will be buried at the foot of the mountain when I die. Zhong Ze went to the school's yamen, and saw the bright lights and candles in the main hall, as if a banquet was held there.Because he was very tired, he quietly returned to the west room of Shouchun Garden where he lived.He ordered the servants to bring food and eat a bowl under the lamp. After washing his hands and noodles, he wanted to go to bed and sleep.At this time, Zhicun turned pale, opened his nostrils, made a sad description, and walked into his room. "Zhongze, where did you go today?" "I'm so tired, I went to Li Taibai's grave once." "Is it Xie Gongshan?" "Yes, why do you look so lonely, without any life?" "Ah, Zhongze, we don't have a little bit of fame, so it's better not to go out. Ahhh, the despicableness of literati!" "What's going on?" "Didn't I tell you last night? About the big researcher." "Oh, it turns out that Dai Dongyuan has arrived." "Zhongze, I really admire your discussion last night. Everyone Dai came out of Beijing this time and got a lot of testimonials from famous people. They originally wanted to get some money from various places. Tonight, Mr. Zhu will serve as a wine substitute. He accepted the wind, and when he heard Mr. Zhu praised you and me at the banquet, he sneered and said, "Fashionable". Zhong Ze, how can I endure it! Such a despicable literati, such a literati who only knows how to reject others, I I really want to fight him to the death." "Mr. Zhu didn't say anything to him?" "Zhu Jun himself is also writing "Thirteen Classics with Similarities and Differences". Of course, he has the same goals as him. And in front of the fame, that one can not be subdued. Ah, I wish I could become a Qin Shihuang and put these despicable The hypocritical Confucianism, kill him clean." "What else do hypocrites say?" "He said that he has seen your poems before, too little honesty, and there are quite a lot of wrong allusions." "Bastard, with such nonsense, is there truth in the world? Where does he live? Go, I'll ask him too." "Zhong Ze, just be patient, we won't win if we quarrel with him now. There are many blind people in the world, but few people with eyesight. They only have ears, but no eyes. They can't tell who is clear and who is dirty. Alright, not bad. Let’s wait for people who will be a hundred years later to judge!” "But I always feel that I can't bear it, childish, childish." "..." "Zhicun, I... want... want to go home." "..." "Zhicun, Zhicun, you... you... how are you?" "Zhongze, do you have any money by your side?" "there is none left." "I don't have any anymore. How can I go back without Sichuan capital?" Fives Zhongze's character was originally very fierce, so he couldn't bear Dai Dongyuan's insult. Last night, Zhicun and Zhicun walked up and down the room silently in the middle of the night, planning to go back to Changzhou. Because there is no travel expenses, I can't go back.After midnight, when everyone in Xueshi Yamen fell asleep, Zhong Ze and Zhicun still silently walked up and down the room with their hands behind their backs.Zhicun looked at Zhong Ze's thin shadow under the lamp, and wanted to put him to sleep, but looking at his watery eyes staring at the floor, and his angry body trembling slightly, he couldn't help it. Finally unable to speak, Zhicun raised his head and peeked at Zhong Ze several times, but still lowered his head.When it was almost dawn, the anger between the two of them had dissipated a lot, so Zhicun said to Zhong Ze: "Zhong Ze, our real price is that there will always be those who know after a hundred years, and it is important to take care of your health. Dai Dong is not a historian, can he change the history of a hundred years later? The victor for a while may not be the victor for all eternity. We should be more self-respecting." .” After hearing this, Zhong Ze raised his watery eyes and glanced at Zhicun.After staying for a while, he said to Zhicun: "Child, I have a terrible headache." After saying something like this, he still bowed his head silently, walked up and down for a while, and then said to Zhicun: "Zhicun, I'm afraid I'm going to get sick. I walked all day today, and I'm exhausted. When I came back, I was insulted by that hypocrite again. Zhicun, if I die, I want you to avenge me! " "You are going to say these words again. We will focus on the big and the long-term in the future. Don't waste our ambition on those small details! Now I feel that people like Dai Dongyuan are not in my eyes. You can sleep peacefully .” "Go to bed too, it's getting late." After Zhicun left, Zhongze walked up and down the room alone for a long time with his head bowed. Later, he felt that he really had a headache, so he went to bed.He woke up crying several times from his sleep.At noon the next day, when Zhicun went into his room to see him, he was feverish, his cheeks were flushed, and he was talking delirium.Zhicun went to his bedside and reached out to touch his head. He suddenly sat up and asked Zhicun, "What do the great historians of the capital say about my poems?" With tears in his eyes, Zhicun forced a smile and said, "They are all praising you, saying that your talent is above Yuyang." "On Yuyang? Hehe, hehe." Seeing his symptoms, Zhicun couldn't stop crying.I wanted to inform the academic history Zhu Yanhe, but because I was afraid of meeting Dai Dongyuan, I had no choice but to not go.Zhicun used a wet towel to cool his mind, and he fell asleep for a while.In less than thirty minutes, he sat up again and asked Zhicun: "Mr. Zhu,... why didn't Mr. Zhu come? Why hasn't Mr. Zhu come to my room these days? Did he really believe what he said? I'm going back, I'm going back, who wants to live here!" After hearing this, Zhicun also felt that Mr. Zhu seemed a little alienated from them these days. Although he felt very sad and angry in his heart, he could only pretend to smile and say to Zhongze: "Mr. Zhu came here just now. He saw you sleeping here and taught me not to wake you up, so he went out quietly." "Has Mr. Zhu come here? Why don't you tell? Why don't you tell him to drive that thief out?" After the childish Cunzhong fell asleep, he also cried happily.When Yeyin invaded Zhongze's room, Zhicun also fell asleep on the edge of Zhongze's bed. six The years have passed.The New Year in the thirty-sixth year of Qianlong brought a lot of wind, frost, rain and snow to Taipingfu City, and it was not until the end of the first month that the weather became clear.The sick man Huang Zhongze, who was lying in the west room of Shouchun Garden on the northeast side of the Xueshi Yamen, was also getting stronger day by day at the end of the first month just like the gloomy weather.Originally thin, he suffered from severe typhoid fever and became pitifully thinner.But the friendship between Zhicun and him has become stronger day by day after going through all these tribulations.The two of them have their own talents, and they respect each other even more. Every night, they talk about their own ambitions, and they always talk about it after the third watch before falling asleep. look. After February, the weather suddenly became warmer.Zhong Ze's sick body also became stronger.By the middle of February, Zhong Ze was able to get up and go to Guangfu Temple at the foot of Fuqiu Mountain to burn incense. His aloof and suspicious nature had not changed much through this serious illness.He always felt that Zhu Zhujun's attitude towards him was not as sincere as before after Dai Dongyuan had a visit last year.One long afternoon, he was alone in his room looking through the manuscripts of his old poems, but he saw the ancient Boliang poem "Going to Mr. Zhuzhihe" when he met Zhu Zhujun as a student at the beginning of last year.He thought about the acquaintance he had met at first sight at that time, compared with the current boring state, he felt that everything in life has no long-term consequences.Picking up the pen, he added four more verses to the manuscript. There is no plan to suppress the emotion, and it always flies, and it seems to forget when it is lost. It is because of the arrogance of the bone that the escape plans to chisel the blank, and the singing is also a long-term worry. Listen to the ape to stop three tears?Turning your fingers is really a hundred steelmaking. If you are proud and vomit, don't show off to the guests, for fear of putting ice charcoal in people's intestines. Every year blows Xiaojiang to go to the city, and the peach stalks in the West Garden support floating life. The horse is really tired because he knows the way, and the cicada still makes a sound when he swallows. It is difficult to calm down when shooting a tiger in short clothes. Dramatic pity for drinking and listening to songs at night is absolutely like love after middle age. The fire color on the shoulders of the kite bears the wheel, how can the minister not be as strong as a human being? If there is light in the text, it is really a strange stone, which can be analyzed as a labor salary. But work, drink and eat can still live, there are still piano books and not poor. The fragrant grass is full of rivers, let me pick it, and this life will be combined with Lingjun. Like a flick of the finger of Eternal Flower, the world is wide and wide. It is difficult to turn one's heart into stone in three lives, and taste gall to make pills after nine deaths. Going out of Guo's sick body and looking directly at him, he is ashamed to watch on the sidelines when he climbs up and has short hair. The ups and downs don't need Junping divination, and a fishing rod in Qiujiang has been done. seven There are no floating clouds in the sky, and the thick blue sky has been dyed by the sun, and is covered with a layer of lavender sunshine. The Yangtze River, thousands of miles away, reflects a few green snails, rushing eastward like chasing a dream.At the waist of the Yangtze River, in front of the largest quarry mountain in Qingluo, the Taibai Tower has eight high windows, reflecting in the middle of the Niuzhu in the middle of the river; It is dotted with the smoky scenery of Yangchun. It was the afternoon of Shangsi in March, and it was the day when the Anhui admiral Zhu Zhihe held a meeting of guests in Taibailou.In front of and behind the peaks of Cuiluo Mountain, the high-ranking guests who attended the meeting came and went, either standing on the Santai Pavilion, counting the sails on the horizontal line, or scattered at Niuzhu Rocky Head, looking for the historical relics of the previous dynasty.From Taiping Mansion to Caishi Mountain, there is a twenty-li official road.In the sandy suburbs outside Chengjiang Gate, there are usually no people walking on the wild road, but today it is so lively that the road is almost empty.Scholars from the eight prefectures are coming to take the exam, and they all want to see the talents in Zhugong's medicine cage after hearing that he is eager to imitate Zhu Gong.Therefore, the benefits of Jiangshan and the pavilions are all occupied by tourists. Huang Zhong didn't change his usual attitude when the young and the yellow were competing with each other.He was originally slender and thin, but after being ill for a long time, he wore a white jacket and stood in the middle of the crowd, as if he was afraid of being blown away by the wind.On the clear cheeks, there are two spots of blush, which seems to be intoxicated.Standing on his right is a fat and short boy, and looking at the green hills on the other side with him is Hong Zhicun, a classmate from his hometown.When the two of them walked up and down Caishi Mountain and returned to Taibai Tower, the soft and fat Zhu Qianhe smiled and asked them: "Is your poem ready yet?" Hong Zhicun shook his head with a smile and said, "I am Chen Wuji who is looking for a sentence behind closed doors." Huang Zhongze, who refused to let people do everything, rushed to laugh and said: "But I did it well." Zhu Gouhe saw his young aggressive appearance, and said with a smile: "If you do it so quickly, I will grind the ink for you, and you can write it out." Huang Zhongze was originally joking with Zhu Zhihe, but when Zhu Zhihe had finished grinding the ink and spread it out horizontally, he had no choice but to write.He picked up the pen, swiped it into the inkwell a few times, and wrote vaguely: A piece of red clouds come from the sea, according to my upstairs Huayan, The glass of green wine is suddenly exhausted, and the immortal in the building is safe! The building of the exiled immortal is a hundred feet tall, Master Wen Bo of the Master of the River, Merry is like a person in the building, who has been here for thousands of years. It's the day when the clouds bloom on the river, and the gate of heaven sweeps away the crescent eyebrows lightly, The river turns from the edge of Cimuji, and the tide goes back to the burning rhinoceros pavilion, The guest on the opposite side of the green mountain dances, and the green lotus shakes the earth with each other. If you talk about seven feet belonging to Penghao, this building is the main guest mountain. If the drunk moon comes to the riverside, this building will be the main mountain and the guest. The long star shakes as if it is colorless, it may not always be the soul of the world, The desolation behind him is so desolate, and it is in vain to look up at the elegy! The bottom of the cup is empty, the present and the past are sad, and the southeast America is suddenly in front of my eyes, Gao Hui's inscribed poem is at the top, and his name is Zhong Shanqiu, who is not dead. Please throw the scroll of poetry into the river, and it will not flow to the east of the river. In a few days, this famous poem about the banquet in Taibai Tower was widely circulated among ladies and gentlemen on both sides of the Yangtze River. Before noon on November 20, 1922