Eternal Silence of the Mountains and Rivers (Li Yu Fanfiction)

Why did the drama suddenly change? [Crying] [Crying] The names of the protagonists have been changed. From now on, if we talk about mountains and rivers being eternally silent, and then talking about blue sky and water, will anyone's first reaction be Yin Yu? [Crying]

It's such a classic. I read it more than ten years ago. This year when I played Yanyun Sixteen Tones, I remembered this article again. Yanyun's Zhao Dahe Congjia couldn't move [crying]

Li Congjia looks like a light mist in the south of the Yangtze River, and his elegance is so elegant that many people can reach out and touch it. The cold clouds and mist are floating in the sky, which often makes people think with regret, who can let such a person fall into the world in one day? This is a child who is destined to never live a safe life since birth. His eyes are as deep as ink and carry too much. ○ With Li Hongji—— People often say that Li Chongguang recited poems and composed poems and did not understand the struggle for imperial power and the calculations of people's hearts, but he understood too much. What Li Congjia cared about and believed in was people's hearts. He would rather die under Li Hongji's assassination than face the result in person. After saving Zhao Kuangyin who was being hunted that night, how could he not know the original goal of those assassins? However, he still chose Liufengxiangquan, which he had with his brother when he was young. Even if he died due to the bone-crushing poison, it would be considered a destination. Unexpectedly, the poisoned red-sleeved girl would persist in her heart and dance the last song with a humble body to satisfy the prince. It was the human heart that made Li Congjia die, and it was also the human heart that saved Li Congjia. In the end, his piano was broken and his strings were lost, and he could no longer cry out "Brother Hongji". ○ With Empress E and Nv Ying—— When he was seventeen years old, Li Congjia was attracted by the sound of the piano and met this peony-like woman. She looked back and smiled, making him unforgettable. Ehuang was the one who could stand by his side. Everyone said that she had an imperial look with double eyes. Some were flattering and others were jealous, but Ehuang only regarded him as an ordinary person. She was always too considerate and tolerant. She loved Li Congjia. But I don't know when it started—when the northerners arrived, right? There was an unmentionable rift between them, or maybe she never really got close to Li Congjia's heart. Ehuang was a sensible woman, but she also had her own pride. After noticing that there was something wrong in the music score, she swallowed the pain alone, pretending to be crazy and acting stupid, just to leave the last reverberation for her life. Li Congjia always likes people or things similar to him. Ehuang likes, cares and pities him, but it is not the love she has been looking forward to her whole life. He admired the pride of this peony and even envied her courage to sacrifice everything and die. When Ehuang left, she just said: Your fingertips are very cold. After all, that dream of flowers before the moon and under the moon could only remain in her young heart. As for Nvying, she is completely different from her sister. She has grown up under the aura of Emperor E since she was a child. Her sister is both a role model and a shadow for her. When she was eight years old, that man was astonishingly talented and beautiful. The scent of red sandalwood and the blue color of the sky and water entered her heart. He was her sister's husband. Nvying always has a childlike heart, or in other words, she is still a child. She always insists that she can do whatever her sister can do. After the death of Emperor E, he left everything to her. Li Congjia said, will you regret marrying someone who has nothing? Even if the country was destroyed, Nvying never regretted it. She thought that her sister had been with him for a long time, so she would let her accompany him through the rest of the suffering. She gradually understood her sister's despair and understood that the man's hand was something she could not warm. Li Congjia's love for E The emperor felt guilty, and this promise should be made by Nv Ying. He protected this brave girl, but still never gave her love. Nv Ying said that she was not as proud as her sister, but probably the women of the Zhou family were of the same blood, and they all had their own integrity in their bones and blood. ○ With Zhao Kuangyin Zhao Kuangyin originally thought that Duke Anding was just a corrupt scholar and a weak prince, but when he went south to find his younger brother, he was coerced by the prince, which led to a fateful meeting. The blue color could support the beauty of the mountains and rivers, and the red sandalwood was his soul. Li Congjia had never seen such a person. He was arrogant and unruly, and with his raised eyebrows he had the aura of looking down on the world. Zhao Kuangyin knew him, but it was not him, so he pulled him and indulged him for a moment. They seemed to have been poisoned by each other, and that was the curtain of the picture slowly opening. He smiled lightly and jumped down from the Shengding Tower. The sword-browed man actually followed him and jumped to his rescue. Li Congjia knew that he had come to kill him on the order of the prince, but persuaded him to follow the plan and let himself die. Zhao Kuangyin was never one to be constrained by others, so giving a wooden bracelet was a strong promise. If he wanted to keep Li Congjia alive, he would definitely keep it, and he, Zhao Kuangyin, would definitely get what he wanted. Li Congjia has been trapped in one's wrist since then, and has wondered whether this is salvation or punishment, but at that time, he was really happy because the man wanted him to live. The peach blossoms on that tree are bitter, as if they are quietly witnessing the tragedy of a lifetime. Three times of misfortune, misunderstandings, and other people's schemes adding fuel to the flames, it seems that everything from now on is just a step too late. The sad man on the Phoenix stage had the words "The sky is immortal, and you belong to me" carved on the edge of his sword. The infatuated man on the Shengding Tower followed his words and set fire to the old scene in anger. He felt that he insisted on forgetting each other and refused to keep the appointment. He also thought that he had resentment in his heart, so all this was his revenge. Li Congjia is not a real god, it turns out that he doesn't like regrets either. Everyone regards him as hope, but if he is also in pain, who should he tell and listen to. He didn't say that he had no choice but to be tortured in every possible way. If he lost it, he would lose it, and if he missed it, he would miss it. What's more, this bet has already involved countless lives thousands of miles away, so how could he let it go so easily? He had always been aware of Zhao Kuangyin's ambitions, and knew that what he had gained today was not easy. But who would have expected that Zhao Kuangyin would be willing to trade thousands of years of achievements for him. However, it was still fate. He was the real dragon emperor and a hero in troubled times, but he let a traitor ruin his life with a glass of poisonous wine. Li Congjia never spoke of love in his life, but the sword-browed man still smiled arrogantly when he was dying, "Congjia... You never spoke of love in your life, today... I tell you..." He maintained his warm posture, "I tell you, Li Congjia... You love me." Ehuang taught Li Congjia jealousy, and he taught Li Congjia how to love and hate. Life is long and water is long. This is a story full of pain and regret, with contradictions and misses everywhere. In the end, falling flowers and snow in the south and north of the Yangtze River are just an old dream.

Is it really going to be changed into a drama? Why do we need to change the character's name? Doesn't this story belong to Yu Yu?

It's so well written, it feels wonderful to read it ten years ago and ten years later.

It's all over... The beautiful woman in green clothes, the bright wrist in the snow... Congjia...

It's over. From now on, when I read the word "Jiangnan", I feel sad.

"Old Dreams of the Southern Tang Dynasty: Eternal Silence of Mountains and Rivers", 600,000 words, has been read since the National Day last year until now, almost the Spring Festival. I read very slowly, fearing that missing a word would be a mistake. The writing style is just like the person in the article, elegant and pure, but with a touch of sadness. I have seen so many regrets along the way, the withered red plums in Green Willow Alley, the phoenix leaving proudly, the dying boy in Yuxiao Pavilion, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River that I can't see through, and the Chinese Valentine's Day date that I can't wait for anyone to come. How many people have a sincere heart, such as Hongxiu, Ehuang, Yunjie, Congjia, Zhao Da, and even Han Xizai and Nuying. I thought I had shed all my tears long ago, so I could only shake my head and sigh in pain, until at the end I cried uncontrollably again. Li Congjia never talked about love in his life, but he learned to love and hate one night on the eve of the Lantern Festival. Zhao Kuangyin exchanged Jiangshan for someone, but in the end he broke the contract and failed to take him back to Jiangnan. No one has ever truly owned that ray of red sandalwood, but everyone is afraid of it drifting away. Everyone was afraid that Cong Jiaxian would not be able to hold on, but no one thought that the man with the sword eyebrows who would become a dragon would also be injured and leave. At this moment, I suddenly remembered that in history, Zhao D was the first to go, followed by Cong Jia, also only a few years later. Then I left and sighed. One must be familiar with the history of the Five Dynasties to figure out the subtleties of the eternal silence of mountains and rivers - Ah Shui's plan to offer a pontoon bridge to the Song army, but it was Fan Ruoshui who personally destroyed his hometown in the south of the Yangtze River; the city of Jinling was destroyed quickly, but it was the King of Jin who lurked and deceived his superiors, causing him to lose his eyesight. ; After Jiali became the queen, it was Empress Zhaohui who punished her; Jiang Zheng usurped the throne and gave poisoned wine, but it was to find relief for the blue-colored figure who had exhausted his efforts; the immortal chapters of the eternal Ci Emperor also have poignant and unparalleled reasons and explanations. The mountains and rivers are eternally silent. It is the jade bones that offer sacrifices to the mountains and rivers. The land of the Tang Dynasty has disappeared for three thousand miles. It is also a debt to the sun and the moon. It cannot replace the cowardly and innocent fool in the memory. It was still a bit awkward at first. I just felt that Congjia and Ehuang were close friends, but not lovers. Not to mention female heroes, they have to bear the consequences of their deliberate efforts. Only Yinyu, who is mixed with love, desire, hatred, and ignorance, but has no regrets, can be worthy of the word "love". Just like jumping down from Jia, Ehuang would not be frightened, would not move up, and then calmly die for her love; Nvying would be pale in beauty, would be extremely sad and mournful, and then follow closely; Zhao Da would be crazy and fearful, and would jump down without hesitation to find that light green to protect him. So there is no need to get entangled. Perhaps as Han Xizai said, Congjia never regarded himself as a human being. He had to bear too much, national hatred, family feud, and the admiration of tens of thousands of Jiangnan people, which forced such a weak person to forget love and hate, and forget to live for himself. "How many people are there in the world?" Over the past thousands of years, there was only one Li Congjia, and after Congjia, no one could compare to Tianshuibi. The man whose body was covered with night rain returned to Taixu, and the sword-browed man remembered that he had found him in all his lifetimes, that he would carry out his karma and repay his karma, and that he would shoulder the burden of his future. Also, take him back to Jiangnan. Above, I would like to express my gratitude to my wife, Yihanhe, and to commemorate my reading of "Mountains and Rivers Are Eternally Silent".

When I first read this article, I was still a freshman who didn't understand history, and my understanding of the posthumous master was limited to the sentence "Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward." At that time, I just thought the author's writing was beautiful. After many years, I have become a social animal who is about to enter the society. When I opened this article again, I felt a surge of emotion that I cannot describe. I am really grateful to the author for bringing such a beautiful article to us.

I read this article again after so many years and I still cried until I collapsed late at night.