Taihu West Mountain.

In the mountain pavilion, with his head held high outside the sky, a group of birds flew away until they disappeared without a trace.

There was still a white cloud in the vast sky, but it seemed like it was unwilling to stay, and it slowly drifted further and further away.

Sitting in the mountain pavilion, I felt particularly quiet and peaceful after the noise of a group of mountain birds and the rolling thick clouds disappeared.

This state of mind and appearance cannot be explained by Aunt Thirteen, but after seeing the poems written by Yang Fan, her emotions seemed to be vented, feeling refreshed and extremely comfortable.

Liu Qianqian stood behind Yang Fan, wrapped her fingers around her hair, and played with her eyes, her eyes falling on the paper, and her eyes flashed.

Poetry belongs to literature, and literature belongs to art.

Art is indispensable even in ancient times when the whole people were just hungry. Its status is probably only behind the gods and Buddhas in the hearts of the ignorant people.

Gods and Buddhas can comfort people, and art has similar effects.

"Yang Fan, you are my god." Liu Qianqian put her hands on Yang Fan's shoulders, and she was in a great mood and gave him a massage as if no one was around.

"Well, you are also my goddess." Yang Fan put down his pen, put one hand on his shoulder, and under his palm was Liu Qianqian's soft horn, which felt great: "It's best to be able to pinch legs, and you use your legs to climb mountains, not your waist or shoulders."

"Hehe, OK." Liu Qianqian squatted down and pinched Yang Fan's legs.

Thirteen didn't care about the couple's strong and strong support in front of her, she was savoring the meaning expressed in the poem.

They give people a sense of loneliness. If they hadn't lived with Yang Fan all the time, and had just seen his words, Thirteen would feel that he was a banished immortal who fell into the mortal world, lonely, and no one could truly enter his inner world.

Thirteen remembered what Twelve said to her, Yang Fan and Twelve were the same type of people.

People like them are at their peak in a certain field.

What the peak brings must be loneliness and loneliness.

"Your father said he was very lonely, and he felt lonely even next to him." Aunt Thirteen suddenly said to Guoguo.

Guoguo widened her eyes and looked at Yang Fan: "Dad, aren't you happy with so many of us by your side?"

Yang Fan took his hand off Liu Qianqian's head. Shisan was indeed a jealous girl. He said to Guoguo: "Dad is very happy. Sometimes, the words can deceive people."

"What word is so powerful that it can lie?" Guoguo asked, perfectly abducted.

Yang Fan pointed to the words on the paper and said, "For example, although these words were written by me, they cannot represent my mood and mood. I do not feel lonely now, but full of fulfillment. My heart is filled with Guoguo and your sister Qianqian and mother, and I can't feel lonely at all."

On the paper is a poem by Li Bai.

"Wine is filled with the rich intestines, seven minutes into the moonlight, and the remaining three minutes into the sword energy, and the embroidered mouth is half the prosperous Tang Dynasty." This is the praise of Li Bai a thousand years later.

Li Bai, the most poetic immortal in the ages, is heroic and elegant, and no one can match his talent.

Because of him, the Tang Dynasty was even more fascinating. He was a legend of that era. Everyone knew his poems, but his love was a flower blooming in the depths of time, beautiful and secret.

"The birds fly high, and the lonely clouds go to free themselves.

We never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.”

Conventional interpretations believe that Li Bai's poem gives life to the scenery and anthropomorphizes Jingting Mountain. The sentence "I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain" vividly describes that Li Bai's soul destination is a great river and mountain. Only in nature can he seek comfort in the soul and emotional sustenance.

The unconventional interpretation believes that the one who "never gets tired of seeing each other" with Li Bai is not Jingting Mountain, but Princess Yuzhen who lives in seclusion in Jingting Mountain. She is the emotional destination that Li Bai never forgets.

This interpretation is too romantic and even far-fetched, but it is undeniable that there is indeed some indescribable and unclear ambiguous relationship between Li Bai and Princess Yuzhen.

Let’s not mention that Li Bai was appreciated by Princess Yuzhen’s strong push, and he only said that he was as arrogant as Li Bai. Has he ever written poems to praise and flattered him?

There is really, this person who is praised and cursed is nothing else, but Princess Yuzhen.

Back then, Li Bai first met Princess Yuzhen in Zhongnan Mountain with fellow Taoist Yuan Danqiu (the Danqiu Sheng in "Jiangjinjiu"). When he saw it, he was shocked and immediately wrote a poem "Yuzhen Immortal Poem" for Princess Yuzhen:

"The Immortal of Yuzhen went to Taihua Peak at the time.

The sky drums are sounded in the early morning, and the two dragons are swaying.

I keep getting the electricity, but I have no trace of it.

When will the Queen Mother enter the young room?”

In this gift poem, Li Bai portrays Princess Yuzhen as a beautiful and mysterious Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl.

Not long after, Li Bai left, and the first intersection of the two ended in a hurry.

After leaving Princess Yuzhen, Li Bai has been in constant contact with Princess Yuzhen.

Princess Yuzhen probably also has a hint of affection for Li Bai, but this affection is not the love between men and women, but the appreciation of Li Bai's talent.

That is why Princess Yuzhen strongly introduced Li Bai to Emperor Xuanzong of Tang in the future, and then she had the saying "I laughed to the sky and went out, so how could we be a weed man?" This was why "the emperor's hand was used to wipe and spit out the dragon scarf" in history, and she had the supreme honor of "the noble concubine holds inkstones, and the strong man takes off his boots."

However, Li Bai was a person with a temperament after all. He was an exiled immortal. The officialdom of the Tang Dynasty could not bear his passion. His talent was that only the beautiful mountains and rivers and the snow-capped mountains in the desert were his destination.

Therefore, in the capital, he was eventually "gived gold and released", and he laughed to the sky and left. There was one less official in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but another more poetic immortal in history.

Li Bai raised his sleeves and waved his fame and fortune. His heart was no longer bound by the world of fame and fortune. He left casually, but his mind never erased Princess Yuzhen's voice, appearance and smile.

After Li Bai left, Princess Yuzhen dispersed her property despite the opposition of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, resigned from her name and went to Ah Xuancheng to practice Taoism.

What is Princess Yuzhen's move for?

Perhaps because of her experience and temperament, the early battles in imperial power made her see through the world and become a monk and practice Taoism at a young age.

Perhaps because of love, because when Li Bai's figure no longer appears in her eyes, glory and wealth are no longer important.

In the following time, Princess Yuzhen traveled through great mountains and rivers. Although Li Bai did not travel with Princess Yuzhen, he also visited all the famous mountains and rivers she had traveled to.

When Princess Yuzhen finally decided to practice in Ah Jingting Mountain, Li Bai chose to settle in Dangtu County at the foot of Jingting Mountain.

The poem that has been passed down through the ages, "The birds fly high, the lonely clouds go to leisure. I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain" was also written after that.

Did Li Bai look at the mountains?

Maybe not, it was the person on the mountain.

However, the man and him are ultimately destined to be together, and he is out of reach, and all his feelings turn into poems:

In the Xuanzhou County of Erzuo, the governors were clear and idle.

I often praise the goodness of the clouds and moons and invite me to Jingting Mountain.

Five leaves fall in Dongting, and the three rivers have not returned.

Lovesickness is invisible, and sighing is damaged by the red face.

The final outcome of Li Bai and Princess Yuzhen was that they died in the same year. Princess Yuzhen was already in her seventies and was buried in Jingting Mountain after her death.

Li Bai also died in Dangtu County at the foot of Jingting Mountain in the same year.

"Does this pavilion have a name?" Aunt Thirteen walked out of the mountain pavilion, looked up and looked up, wanting to find the name of the pavilion.

"No, Jingting Mountain is not a place or a thing name, it's a person in Jingting Jing Mountain." Yang Fan also got up and walked out of the pavilion.

"The person who climbed up below seemed to be named Wang Tingshan." Aunt Thirteenth thoughtful.

"Coincidence." Yang Fan looked down at the foot of the mountain.

After saying that, he turned around and returned to the pavilion, carried his bag on his back, came out again, looked up at the top of the mountain, and Yang Fan said, "Continue to climb, go to the top of the mountain and rest, and wait for the sun to set."

Four people, three are big and one is small, continue to set off.

Just as he was about to enter the mountain road from the Pavilion Trail, Wang Tingshan and his secretary arrived panting.

"Brother Wang, we have a rest, you can rest first and then climb." Yang Fan reached out and helped Wang Tingshan.

"No...no!" Wang Tingshan looked bloody. He could climb up with one go, but the West Mountain was not very high.

Yang Fan looked back at the pavilion that he had just rested, and said to Wang Tingshan: "Brother Wang, I have a book that has been put into the pavilion. You can take a break and help me get it back."

"Oh, OK." After all, Wang Tingshan dared not insist on climbing the mountain with Yang Fan and his party.
Chapter completed!