Let me tell you something about love in the world.

The first story. At the age of twenty, Lu You married his cousin Tang Wan. The two were childhood friends, and the couple loved each other. It was a beautiful marriage. However, Lu Mu was extremely dissatisfied with Tang Wan and forced Lu You to divorce his wife. As a dutiful son, Lu You was suppressed by feudal ethics at that time. Although very helpless, I divorced Tang Wan after all. Later, he married a new wife. Tang Wan was forced to marry Zhao Shicheng, a Vietnamese-born China celebrity. Ten years later, one spring day, Lu You went for a walk in Shenyuan. I met Tang Wan and her remarried husband Zhao Shicheng by chance. I haven't seen Tang Wan for ten years, but it's better than that. Two people look at each other, but they can't bear to look straight. All kinds of feelings welled up from the bottom of my heart, and Lu you touched the scene. Then he wrote a poem entitled "Hairpin Phoenix" on the wall. Later, Tang Wan saw this word and was deeply touched. Because of the difficulty of sadness and resentment, he could not afford to get sick and soon died of depression. He also made a special trip to Shenyuan during his illness, and wrote a poem "Chai Tou Shi Feng Qing Bo" beside Lu You's ci. After Tang Wan returned, Lu You was sad day and night, unable to let go. Later, he went north to resist gold and moved to Sichuan and Sichuan to serve. With the passage of time, his inner yearning for Tang Wan has not dissipated, but has become stronger and stronger. In his later years, he revisited Shenyuan many times and wrote poems after each revisit. Later, due to deep attachment, I simply lived near Shenyuan. When I was eight years old (1 1), even if I dreamed, I would swim in the Shen Garden again, watch Tang Wan again, and then wake up to write poetry. At the age of eighty-four, he felt that his time was coming, and regardless of his old age and infirmity, he finally swam to Shenyuan. Died the following year. The last poem he wrote about Tang Wan's condolences in Shenyuan was called "Spring Tour", in which he wrote: Shenjiayuan was in full bloom that year. I also believe that beauty will eventually become soil, and it is too late to dream! The second story. Scholar Cui Hu went to Chang 'an to take the exam, but he left in Sun Shan. When he was depressed, he went for a walk in the southern suburbs of Chang 'an. I felt thirsty when I was halfway there. I saw a family by the roadside, so I knocked on the door for a bowl of water. After a while, a young girl came to open the door, only opened one door, asked Cui Hu's reason, pushed the door open and let him into the yard. As soon as Cui Hu entered the door, he saw that the yard was full of peach blossoms. This time, just right. The peach blossoms are red and the flowers are overflowing. Look at the woman who opened the door. Her eyes are white and her eyebrows are almond-shaped. It can be said that there are many kinds of customs. Suddenly I felt a surge of heat in my chest, and everything was sudden. The woman blushed slightly when she saw him staring at herself, which made her look better. Cui Hu fell in love with the woman who opened the door at first sight, asked for a bowl of water to drink, refused to be rude and thanked her for leaving. In the second year of Tomb-Sweeping Day, Cui Hu's yearning for this woman has gone deep into the bone marrow. He walked along the road he walked last year to the southern suburbs of Chang 'an, and once again arrived at this woman's door. He took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, wanted to say hello to the people around him first, and then knocked Chai Men carefully. For a long time, the door creaked open. The door was opened by an old man. Cui Hu still said that he wanted to go in and ask for a bowl of water. The old man invited him to the yard. He saw the peach blossoms in the yard as good and beautiful as last year. The old man brought him water. He asked, "Was the girl in this family still there last year?" The old man shook his head and said that he had long since disappeared. Cui Hu drank the water handed by the old man, which was cold, and then looked at the peach blossoms all over the yard, and his heart was lost. When he gradually walked out of the yard, his heart was sad beyond words, so he wrote a poem named "Chengnan Village" on the closed Chai Men: On this day last year, peach blossoms set each other off. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze. The third story. Su Shi has experienced a tortuous life. When he was relegated to Huizhou, he won the admiration of a nearby woman of 16 years old because of his charming and brilliant talent. Whenever he sings poems in front of the case late at night, the woman always peeks at him under the buttonwood outside the window. After all, one day, Su Shi found that woman, and she was so beautiful in the moonlight that people couldn't help looking for her. He pushed the door to look for it, but the woman quietly left. Soon after, the woman revealed to Su Shi her wish of "I want to marry you". Although Su Shi was passionate all his life, he was over 60 years old at this time. Although it was only an ordinary thing to accept this woman as a concubine at that time, he thought that he was in his twilight years and did not want to bear the youth of a young woman alone. He also led the red line for this woman and became a matchmaker. Later, he left Huizhou, where he lived, and never heard from this woman again, but he always thought that his jade had become a beautiful thing. But shortly after he left, the woman died of depression because she missed him so much, and her body was buried by the local sandbar. Time flies. When Su Shi revisited his hometown and returned to Huizhou again, he was saddened to hear that the woman had already died because of his incense. He rode a horse and paced to the lonely sandbar where the woman was buried in the faint moonlight. At this time, the moon is gradually setting, foggy and the chill is getting heavier and heavier. All the sandbars were shrouded in the lonely desolation in his heart. After he went back, he wrote a touching book "A Dwelling House in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou": When the moon is lacking, people will be quiet at first. Who saw you alone, Hong Ying. At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live, and the lonely sandbar is cold. These three stories are all about parting, recorded by three great poets in their poems. They may have just expressed their grief at that time, but they didn't know it, and left clues for future generations to understand the love of that world. The tragedies of Lu You and Tang Wan were oppressed by feudal ethics at that time and destroyed by that world. In today's relatively open era, they really don't have to go to the step of separating life from life. Cui Hu's tragedy was influenced by the information conditions at that time. Now, if Cui Hu falls in love with a woman at first sight and asks for a contact information at will, it won't be difficult to find a beautiful woman. So Su Shi, if today, even if he doesn't have to marry that spoony woman, he can always know her situation in time and take care of her, and he won't finally go back to his old place to know that she has already been buried in the sandbar. But this is the love of that world. There is no room for missing. It's a long road in Xiu Yuan, and it's difficult to communicate, which comes once in a few years. If you can't be together, a turn is not news. I don't even know when Yin and Yang will part. In such a world, you can only love one person in your life. Tang Wan loved Lu You, fell in love with him, couldn't let go, couldn't get together, and finally got depressed. The woman who admired Su Shi loved Su Shi, fell in love with him, couldn't let go, couldn't get together, and finally died of depression. Today, he is a rare idiot. The lyrics are all singing "We who don't understand love and hate all think that love is like fickle love. But love in that world seems to be fickle enough. Even too constant and too persistent. The love stories left by that world are mostly about separation. Happy story, they were just happy at that time, so they didn't have time to write poems. After the story turns, the more thousands of years pass, the faster the time. The period was open and there was no oppression of feudal ethics. With the development of information technology, there is no concern about cutting down audio books. Even people's life expectancy has become longer, and the effectiveness of love has improved. Love a few people in your life. But what about this? Is the love ending in this world necessarily better than that? Put the story back into a cup of tea, and the tea will get cold before you know it. I will tell you the love of that world. I sat in front of the computer and couldn't write this story for a long time, because the story was so ordinary that people felt like a cup of boiled water, but I decided to write it down. Because March 15 is his birthday, so let me bless him with this article! Maybe he has long ignored me as a passerby in his life, but I can still clearly know through my wandering thoughts that our acquaintance that summer was not romantic at all, but was introduced by a friend. His friend and my good friend are colleagues, and I don't know who mentioned it first, so they were brought together by two unrelated older men and women. When we first met, I forgot what I said, except that he was tall and thin and had a good voice. I just listened to him with a reserved smile. Perhaps this reserve touched him. We approached slowly in June last year. In that hot season, we met every other day. I don't know what people in love should be like, but we talked about childhood, school days, people and things around us, and talked so speculatively, as if we had known each other a long time ago; We exchanged views on things and found that there are so many similarities between us. When one day, he gently took my hand, although I didn't feel electric shock, I felt warm and practical. I am not a beautiful girl, but I have a keen and soft heart. I am a typical Aquarius, independent and friendly, and I love equality and freedom. I can always clearly distinguish friendship from love. According to his birthday, he should be an unrealistic Pisces, love romance, love fantasy, be gentle and considerate, and have affinity for people. But after a period of contact, I don't think he has the romantic characteristics of Pisces, because he doesn't know to hold my hand every time he crosses the road. I don't know if he is intentional or unintentional, but when the constellation says that we are not the most harmonious couple, it also makes me feel a little uneasy. After a bleak June, I seem to be used to having him around every time I take a walk after dinner, and making a phone call every day to say hello. Sitting behind him, strolling through the streets and listening to his warm words with his warm palm, I found that my heart was lost in the smile of his sunny boy, like a spoiled little girl, so sweet that I couldn't tell whether it was friendship or love. But suddenly one day in July, he stopped his bike, looked at me and said, let's break up. Suddenly, all the sweet dreams woke up. I suppressed my consternation, tried to calm myself down and replied with a smile: Yes, I think: I lost the person I like, but I can't lose my self-esteem. On the way he finally insisted on sending me home, I almost cried several times. Fortunately, I insisted on reaching the intersection, jumped off his bike and shook his hand gently. I wish you happiness and turn around quickly so that he wouldn't see his tearful face after turning around. I know, from now on, I can't absorb the warmth of that generous palm, nor can I smile sweetly on the bike behind him. But love comes and goes unconsciously. Nine months later, my friends complained for me from time to time. I am still the simple and happy bottle. I just don't know if he is okay in Pisces. Do you already have the one who crossed the street and asked him to hold hands? Just like an old song, when he is an old friend, it also makes people feel distressed and worried. With this pure concern, I know that love really came quietly that summer.