After a farewell, the two places were separated by each other. It was only said to be March and April, but who knew that in five or six years, there was no heart to play the lyre, no eight-line script to be passed down, the nine-link chain was broken from it, and the gaze of the ten-mile long pavilion was filled with hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, and all kinds of helplessness.
Blame you.
Thousands of words and words are endless, I am bored by the fence, I climb high to see the geese on the ninth day of the month, the moon is round during the Mid-Autumn Festival in August and people are not round, I burn incense and hold candles to ask the sky in the middle of July, everyone shakes fans in the dog days of June and my heart trembles. In May, pomegranates are like fire.
Unexpectedly, when the cold rain watered the flowers, the loquats were not yet yellow in April, and I wanted to look in the mirror, confused.
Suddenly, in March, the peach blossoms are turning with the water. They are floating in pieces. In February, the kite string is broken. Alas! Lang, Lang, I wish that you would be a girl and I would be a boy in the next life.
——"Digital Poetry" Zhuo Wenjun
At dusk, the fish-scale clouds seemed to be ignited by fireworks, filling the sky with orange-red clouds and brightening the entire sky.
At the gate of the Xineiyuan military camp on the north side of Taiji Palace, a young man and woman were quarreling.
"Mei Yang..." Bai Fu was at a loss.
Yang Yichan touched her chest with her left hand and pointed at Bai Fu with her right hand. With sharp eyes, she pressed towards Bai Fu step by step: "You are the one who forced me to this day. When you left Chang'an to fight in Nanzhao, did you consider my feelings? You cherish me.
Feather, for the sake of achievement, regardless of my feelings."
"Yang sister, you misunderstood me. I didn't tell you because the battle in Nanzhao was full of dangers?" Bai Fu explained.
"Danger? Then why don't you dissuade any female disciple from Emei?" Yang Yichan said coldly.
"It is said that she signed up to join the war on her own initiative. I am not familiar with Junior Sister Xuexuan, so I have neither the right to interfere nor the obligation to dissuade her."
"Really? I think they didn't let me go on purpose. Wouldn't it be inconvenient for you to be here? It's a good excuse for you two to get acquainted with each other!"
"Ms. Yang, what you say is just nonsense. The more you say it, the more outrageous it becomes." Bai Fu was a little angry.
"If the two of you were framed, then why are you so angry? Did I tell you that you were cheating?" Yang Yichan suddenly raised her voice, her voice sharp.
"It's unreasonable!" Seeing Yang Yichan acting like this, Bai Fu's face darkened.
Yichan said: "Do you regret it? Do you regret that you fell in love with me? Do you really want to break up with me now?"
Bai Fuhuo rushed up and said angrily, "Yes, I really want to break up with you. I can't bear it anymore!"
Yichan's face changed, and his face was covered with frost. Every word, with a deep chill, he slowly said: "Okay, this is what you said! Let's break it up, don't regret it!"
Bai Fu snorted coldly: "Okay, don't regret it!" He strode away.
When Yang Yichan saw Bai Fu leaving, she cried and thought of something. She returned to the Xineiyuan military camp. There was no one in the camp to relax. After walking for a short time, she came to the camp garden. Yichan walked into Fengyi
Ting, thinking about his miserable life experience and resenting Bai Fu's bad temper, he began to sob softly again.
After crying for about a stick of incense, I heard faint footsteps.
"Miss Yang, is that you?" King Yong happened to be walking in the camp garden. He heard a woman crying in the garden and became curious. He walked over and saw that it was Yang Yichan, so he hurried forward to ask.
"Ah? Is it His Royal Highness King Yong?" Yichan saw someone coming and quickly stopped crying.
"Why is Miss Yang sad?"
"Your Highness has nothing to do with it. It's me who disturbed His Highness Yong Wang." Yang Yichan raised her head with tears streaming down her face.
King Yong raised his eyes and looked over. Under the moonlight, he saw that the cicada was crying with pear blossoms in the rain, and there were two drops of tears hanging on his pretty pink face. I really felt pity for him. King Yong was busy with political affairs on weekdays, and he suddenly saw
The little daughter's posture made her heart feel soft, and two poems came out: "The moon lotus is closed by the lotus bridge, and the clear blue waves reflect the red sun."
"But it's okay, let's see if Xiao Wang can do anything for the girl?" King Yong walked into the pavilion, sat down opposite Yi Chan, and shook his folding fan.
"Oh, it's my fate..." Yichan told King Yong everything about the quarrel with Bai Fu. "Actually, his nature is not bad either. He just has a bad temper. He often loses his temper and gets angry for no reason.
Breaking things. Often breaking out of the door without listening to my explanations. He ignored me for a month and treated me coldly and violently..."
At this point, he couldn't go on and his tears fell like broken pearls... King Yong couldn't help but sigh: "Bai Fu, Bai Fu, why don't you cherish such a good girl." Infinite pride surged in King Yong's heart.
He put down the folding fan, walked slowly to Yichan, and gently hugged Yichan's shoulders.
Yichan didn't seem to notice anything strange, she just cried loudly, as if she wanted to shed all her tears in her life.
When King Yong saw Yichan crying so sadly, he felt pity in his heart. He gently lifted Yichan's chin, and saw that Yichan was crying like pear blossoms with rain, and his two red lips were like cherries reflecting the snow. He felt great grief in his heart, and the impulse came over him, and he leaned down.
Kissing Yichan's lips, I suddenly felt lilacs blooming, filling the room with fragrance, and the world was spinning...
After a while, King Yong stood up, straightened his clothes, and looked at Yichan.
Yichan remained silent for a while and sighed in a low voice: "I can't help my senior brother for what happened today."
King Yong took Yichan's slender hand and hugged her into his arms: "You are not married to him yet, so why are you guilty? What's more, he is a country man with rough behavior, how can he be worthy of your fragrance, Sister Yang?"
man of."
"Although he has a violent temper, he treats me very well after all. Alas, it's all fate... I just hope that you, Sanlang, will not betray me in this life."
"Don't worry, Sister Yang, I will only love you in this life. I promise you to grow old together and I will never let you down!"
"I hope Sanlang is not just talking to make me happy."
Hearing this, King Yong took off the jade pendant from his waist: "Sister Yang, this is the jade pendant given to me by my mother, Princess Duan. It has the effect of warding off evil spirits. I see that Master Yang Guozhong's Concubine Yin usually takes good care of you, so I will ask for your help tomorrow."
Concubine Yin acts as a matchmaker and chooses an auspicious day to marry you."
When Yi Chan heard this, he was so ashamed that he squirmed and nestled in King Yong's arms.
The bright moon is in the sky, silent and silent...
At this moment, Bai Fu was running back to the military camp on a starry night, and his grief and anger burst out. As he was galloping, the cold wind hit his face, and he gradually calmed down. Yesterday reappeared, recalling the good time of practicing swordsmanship with Yichan in Qingcheng,
The anger in my chest gradually disappeared.
"I don't blame her. I haven't seen her for so long, so I can understand that she will be a little resentful. Yichan's greatest expectation for me is to establish a reputation. The current crisis in Nanzhao is a good time for a man to make a name for himself. Wait until I win military glory.
, Yichan will definitely understand my painstaking efforts when I return home in fine clothes, and then all the rumors will be self-defeating." Thinking of this, Bai Fu's heart became calmer, and he was full of expectations for the battle of Nanzhao, imagining that one day he would be able to control it.
Amid colorful auspicious clouds, Yichan married, and a smile appeared on her face.
"Drive!" He waved his riding whip and whizzed away...
Before departure, Taifu Xu came to the camp to visit Bai Fu.
Taifu Xu said: "Fu'er, have you ever heard the story of 'pulling a seedling to encourage it to grow'? Mencius said, 'There must be something to do, but don't do it right, don't forget it, don't encourage it, it's just like the people of the Song Dynasty.'
When you study, don't always expect its effects, don't expect how things will turn out. Why haven't you mastered kung fu yet? Why haven't you succeeded yet? Then you just think about how to speed up the process, be greedy for speed, and undermine the success.
Don't forget what you want to do at all times. Water drops will penetrate the stone every day, and don't worry about when you will be rewarded. Just like the Taoist practice method that you often say: "Don't forget, don't help": practice according to the master's teachings, and don't worry about anything all day long.
You will practice it from time to time, otherwise you will never practice it. You see, this Taoist saying is actually first put forward by Mencius.
"Don't forget, don't help." To put it more simply and straightforwardly, it means, "Only about hard work, not about harvest."
Fu'er said: "If you don't care about the harvest, then what's the point of working?"
Taifu Xu said: "This is the perspective of looking at the problem. We can't look at the problem from a result-oriented perspective, but from a cause-and-effect-based perspective. If you don't ask for the harvest, the harvest will come. If you are always thinking about the harvest, you will feel that the progress is too slow, and you will feel that the progress is too slow.
Make the mistake of 'pulling seedlings to encourage growth'. Just cultivate, just water and cultivate. The days will grow and the crops will grow faster.
Aren’t you also surprised why the Shaolin disciples lost to Emei in the last martial arts competition? Maybe in addition to the outstanding talent of the Emei disciples this time, it also has something to do with Shaolin’s own martial arts training. Shaolin Kung Fu places special emphasis on foundation building, and there is almost no martial arts training in the early stage.
Learning moves is the basic training of breath, strength and endurance. Therefore, in the first ten years of learning martial arts, you can't keep up with ordinary gang disciples. After twenty years of learning martial arts, you are on par with Kunlun, Emei, Kongtong and other famous sects. After thirty years of learning martial arts, you can't keep up with the disciples of ordinary gangs.
, among this group of masters, not many are Shaolin’s opponents.”
After saying that, Taifu Xu took up his pen and wrote four big characters: "A drop of water penetrates a stone" and said: "Fu'er, this is for you. Your martial arts comes from the source of Yongding water. I hope your life will be the same, starting from small steps.
Day after day, every drop of water wears away the stone!"