A Softly Sung Short Song

You are standing on the top of Yushan Mountain, the sky is high and desolate. You feel as if a Cuju competition is over and no one remembers the score. No one fights for you on the battlefield, no one shares glory with you, no one prays for you, no one accompanies you to grow old. The river rolled by like a hot summer day, and the good times were over. He has already planned how to be hated and forgotten in your place. The world is like this, and you are always afraid. He carries a long sword and silently walks alone in the wind and snow. Most of the former literati and young man in green have disappeared. He sometimes reads your poems in the dark night when there is no one, rides and drinks, drives to sell meat and fish. There was no one around him. Staying young forever and being pure and flawless is his only request when you return. You always feel that life is rough and the world is unfair, so you have to spend your life on paper. You once looked at his back and thought in despair, go ahead and show them, he loves them more than he loves you. He turned away, the ritual music was already playing, the roses were thrown on the stage, and the curtain slowly opened. And now you are standing on your father's seaside. The waves are turbulent and silent. The water is sluggish and the mountains and islands stand tall. You seem to feel that everything in the world is transformed by him, full of silent metaphors. His life is like an endless mystery. The bright moon shines brightly on my bed, and the stars are drifting west into the night. The Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl look at each other from afar, how can you live alone in the river? You wonder, who is he missing? He never thought that one day you would unravel the mystery. You start chanting Buddha's name. Until many years later, he has been able to turn into Wen Congzi's sad words. You find that you have almost forgotten him, and then you feel sad again. You sometimes think of the young man wearing bright clothes and angry horse on the bronze bird stage, and how he looked to the north every bright starry night and said your name unclearly, Zijian. Zijian. The dancing people have all fallen asleep at the foot of the mountain.

I didn't expect that the article written more than ten years ago would be so beautiful, perfectly expressing the conflicts and love between brothers. Zijian, many years later, will you still remember the beautiful memories of your childhood? When you start to recite Buddhist scriptures, when you gaze at the other side of the mountain, will you think of your brother, the emperor with a sensitive heart who wrote Yan Ge Xing?

Pi likes planting trees so much, it must be because his name is Zhi. . . That's it, that's it

It's beautiful, the narrative is fluent and beautiful, and the emotions between the two are also very natural, just like the short song of the title, not intense, but giving people a sense of desolation and pain.

Let me express my personal opinion. When Shao Zhi wrote the Luo Shen Fu, it is not important whether he dreamed of the beauty or not. The important thing is to write essays to express his aspirations. The prototype of Mi Fei is definitely Pi Dian! ! I hope someone will write a textual research article called "For Whom the Eternal Luo Shen Fu is For". If you explain it completely, you can basically get a bachelor's degree. I am too lazy to write it. In fact, there is nothing about the Empress Zhen in the poem. It is said that a god came out to see him, but the god and the man went back to heaven again, and the good relationship will never end. This is probably Pi Dian's attitude towards him. The cheap concubine stays alone in the empty house, which is probably Pi Dian's description of himself. The key is that the god and the man have different paths. No matter how affectionate and intentional, as an emperor, you can't hang out with strong contenders for the throne all day long. Distance is a must. The Sa family has not yet figured out whether Pi Dian's tormenting Zhi Shao is a form of protection or training, but the sadomasochistic couple's mutual affection is definitely unparalleled by others. It is basically impossible for Master Zhi and Empress Zhen to hook up. Emperor Ming is not that stupid, although his character is a little twisted. Empress Zhen should be very affectionate towards Pi Dian, but unfortunately Pi Dian was a little uninterested in her. When it comes to a triangle relationship, the one in the middle should be Pi Dian. Young Master Zhi wanted to serve the motherland, but Nissan and his eldest nephew had always refused to let him go, which made him very frustrated, but they would definitely not kill him. Just like a bird you like will break its wings and keep it in a cage. This mentality is not surprising - note, it is a bird you "like", not an enemy.

This article shouldn't be considered Danmei, but I hope it is. Although Cao Pi and Cao Zhi are brothers, the relationship is so heavy that I would rather believe that it is mixed with more unconventional love. I like it very much when they were young, their elder brother was reading a book, warming porridge and rice, and slowly feeding it to his younger brother one bite at a time. In order to keep leaning on his elder brother's arms, the younger brother deliberately ate very slowly while reading his brother's book, so a meal would take half a day, and it would stay in his heart like a painting. But being born in the emperor's family, how can there be any flesh and blood relationship? The two people obviously care about each other, but they are suspicious of each other, so they can only look at each other from afar. It was not until Pi died that some things were clarified, but heaven and earth are forever separated. Pi likes planting trees so much, it must be because his name is Zhi. . . What a delicate heart Rong Kui must have to write these beautiful chapters that torture our hearts to death.

Tears bursting Starting from Pi Palace to Yongqiu, I cried for several chapters...

Pi likes planting trees, probably because his name is Zhi

After reading the adult's article, I read "Yan Ge Xing" and burst into tears. I am so sad, Zihuan! What a pain, Zihuan! Xizai Zihuan!

Wow, when I saw this chapter, I burst into tears, my lord I don't know why. Zi Huan in the eyes of the world has always been a cruel and cunning abominable image. If it is because of the ridiculous heptameter story that we have been told since childhood, then please, even if you know a person completely, you must consider the situation, internal and external factors when making comments, not to mention that it is just a story that cannot be verified at all. History is complicated and confusing, and there are often many reasons for the causes of many things. I just don't understand why when it comes to Zihuan, both his parents and school teachers slandered him when he was a child. Even the common occurrence of dynasty overlapping and change of dynasties in the history books, such as offering the emperor's Zen position and proclaiming himself emperor, has been accused of being irrebellious. It really makes people speechless. It is true that the Wei Dynasty lasted only a short time before being replaced by the Jin Dynasty. The history of the Three Kingdoms, Wei, Jin, the North, the South, the Five Hus and the Sixteen Kingdoms is too complicated and prone to disagreements. As a result, many people have been filled with preconceived concepts from childhood before they even understand this period of history. People say that literature is like people. Of course, this is too arbitrary, but poetry is always an expression of one's heart. When reading Yan Ge Xing, a short song cannot be chanted for a long time, and a tremor in the heart can bring tears to the eyes. No matter whether it is official history or unofficial history, whether his deeds are good or bad, no matter how much he reads, the only thing that cannot be understood is his mind hidden under history, which cannot be explored at a glance. His life has been recorded in the history books and the annals of Emperor Wen of Wei, but the figure that remains in my heart will always be the lonely young man who wrote about the bleak autumn wind and the cool weather and then smiled gently.