Chapter 11: The Champion of Jianzhong, Sword Courage and Zither Heart
Although Luoyang was facing the flames of war, the imperial examinations had not been abolished. The more it was at this time, the more the country needed to recruit talents.
I have an article about the current situation, so it was the best.
The meaning of the article was:
The scenery was so beautiful, and the mountains and rivers were so beautiful. He just wanted to be intoxicated in it forever.
Suddenly, dark clouds covered the sky. How could the sky be torn apart? He hurriedly put away his pen and paper. Why was there blood everywhere?
Iron hooves galloped like lightning, and the battlefield was filled with people and horses. The sound of weapons was accompanied by the light of swords and the sound of pitiful cries. It was a tragic scene.
Why is the wind and rain so wild? How can my rivers and mountains be so willfully ignored and trampled on? Why was the world shaking, the earth shaking, and the Jianghu turbulent?
Which one of them was so arrogant?
A good man was bold, tender, and chivalrous. His lofty aspirations were to serve the country and become famous. However, the national prestige must not be polluted and abused.
If you invade my territory, return my rivers and mountains. The feelings of the nation are the fate of the enemy.
Once again, the stars on the painting were bright and the clouds were vast. The bloodstains were the beautiful chapters cast by the hot blood of many heroic souls.
A song, a poem, a song, a
How many people would believe that there were still romantic relationships on the battlefield? How many people's world has been created by the passion of the ancients, and how many people have lived until now? A kind of condensed power has long been rooted in our hearts, so why should we be afraid of external invasion? it down in making
In the wrong time, we were connected by blood, and the enemy was also disappointed when he saw it. He kept his roots, how could he allow the enemy to mess up my mansion?
I, Jian, was happy to be the top scholar and received good news in the inn. I was surrounded by all the students. On this festive day, he hoped to see the young lady who had been at the entrance of the examination hall appear. He thought that she would definitely come if she knew him. If she really appeared, he would definitely not miss this opportunity.
The young lady appeared with her maid, but she was unwilling to see me, Jian Xi, the top scholar.
The maid said,"Miss, since you love him so much, why don't you take the initiative again?" How about I go and ask?
The young lady stopped him and said,"Since he's so proud and arrogant, he wasn't willing at first. How can he be willing now?" Forget it.
The maid remained silent.
The young lady left with her maid in sorrow.
My hopes were also dashed, and my heart was filled with sorrow.
It was really hard to imagine how much love one would have for someone before love had even begun. Before love ended, one would never imagine that love would disappear. It was all fate's fault. True love was not a promise. We don't even know who's who, so why are we still waiting for the dilemma of who loves whom? Who found who? Who hurt who? Who harmed who? Who lied to whom? How could one put in the effort when there was no beginning or end to an emotion? Why was he still unwilling to leave? Who could understand a heart without regrets? Only he could understand his own tears. Before love was forgotten, one could never imagine that such an unforgettable love would leave a faint trace or even lament. Love can only be felt with the heart? I don't know how many lives it takes to get to know each other. Why ask what love is in the world? But did he not know how to cherish it? There was only longing, concern, and heartache. How could she live in another person's heart when it was so simple? They didn't want to have each other, nor did they want the sea to dry up and the rocks to rot. They only wanted their hearts to be together for a lifetime. Who hurt who in love? Who kept their promises? But two empty hearts couldn't hold back their loneliness? Because I want to be alone? Was it because he was waiting for someone to suffer? Or was it because of a dream? We don't understand each other, but we continue to love and think about it, worrying about it, indulging in it, laughing and willful for it, because it has no reason to love, and we love it muddle-headedly
Ao Ze was not the top scorer this time, and he did not feel good about it.
Since the war had started, Wo Jian had no choice but to pack up and return. Because the emperor was gone, how could he be an official?
Ao Ze was glad that this battle did not cause him to lose even more miserably, because this exam was equivalent to a wasted exam.
Zu Ti went to find Liu Kun.
Liu Kun was playing the flute and Xu Run was playing the erhu.
Liu Kun saw Zu Ti looking for him and became interested, so he competed in sword dance. Xu Run played music to his liking.
In the music, the magnificent sword was open and aboveboard, with the ever-changing style, and its ability to swallow and swallow was as strong as a mountain. The sword rainbow was as bright as the clouds, as if it could split the world apart and turn the tide. It also seemed like the force had returned to the center of the sea and rippled. However, it was so powerful that it was imposing and magnificent.
The two of them had enjoyed themselves to the fullest, their faces covered in sweat. They took the towel handed by the servant to wipe the sweat off their foreheads and tasted tea.
Liu Kun said he wanted to play Go, and Zu Ti agreed.
The two of them then played Go together, continuing to enjoy Xu Run playing the guzheng for them while chatting.
Xu Run was very good at playing tricks. He grasped Liu Kun's mentality of liking sad music and played a tune of bleak wind and bitter rain.
Liu Kun listened to Xu Run's music and suddenly said sadly," Some sighs once made the face of a flower sad, some sleepless once tired the heart, some tears once wet the words, a crescent moon drinking alone. Who could interpret the meaning of life in the world of smoke and fire? Time was fading away day by day, but who could grasp it? The scenery also came to an end one by one during the journey, but who could feel it? Life was hard, but one couldn't stop. How many people interpreted their own inner monologue in the lonely wilderness?
Zu Ti said,"Yes!" Life was short. One could only cherish the present, grasp the present, and look forward to the future. But how could he not give up what belonged to him? But let the lost remain as a memory, why can't it become reality? Is it to be sad? Or did he deliberately hurt himself and who told him not to face the cruelty? Why can't I wake up when I'm still in love? The feeling of love is like being emotionless in ancient times? But what could he say about Don't Have the Mood? How long has it been since ancient times?
Liu Kun said: I know very well that a piece of sad painting can not be completed, but now how to touch the thread to add sorrow but make the night dream suddenly return home there is no end? It's easy to cut off those who don't have worldly ties, but it's hard to see those who have worldly ties. Why can't we see them? The most pitiful thing is that the moon in the sky is like a ring in the evening, but it has become a spell in the evening. Who is pitiful that people's love fate is always missed and together, is it true love fate? It is true: a sad song tears dark zero, do not ask the name of thousands of years. Was it better to grind things out? Heart difficult to calm down, want to sleep back to open the old book, unexpectedly should love to return to the road there is no love, and sentimental since ancient times empty left more hate is why?
Zu Ti said: Since ancient times, passionate people have been sick, but the clear mirror pity clear shadow, but also a pool of tears like silk half a wisp of residual fragrance angry passionate. I really hope that you can be at ease in a realm where people outside are not allowed to invade, but the past is too difficult to think about, how can it be annoying? Frustrated often more than less, but a song is difficult to write, so that blindly yearning who can draw up? we look at each other as if we were still in the old days. Heaven and earth are sad to see, but the day will be sad taste brewing sentimental, how can you wake up from the broken dream? What makes me sad? Good dreams are the easiest to wake up from, but I don't know what dreams are. Or was it a kind of pitiful melancholy? Sighing a few times, there is no reason for separation and reunion, but what else can I think about? Why is the wind like yesterday?
Liu Kun said: That emotion does not know the result is joy and sadness, but can't help, but bitter love people still difficult to follow? The light and shadow were mottled, and the affection was lingering, but love was hard to describe. Could one still find that trace of warmth? Why couldn't he just look at it quietly when he was in such a hurry? However, was it a waste of effort to give her all? A thousand entanglements, no matter how young and frivolous? And a thousand twists and turns could not describe the joys and sorrows of a lifetime. Everlasting will come to an end, and the vows of eternal love will also be separated. Sorrow and joy are always merciless, this hatred is endless, how much love is really worth in this world?
Zu Ti said: As time goes by, thousands of generations sing praises of this peerless beauty, but in the blink of an eye, his beard, hair, white hair and face change. I didn't dare to make a promise lightly because I was afraid that I would be moved by my true sadness. I wonder if you, who is far away, can sense it? A few thoughts have been wasted year after year, when will we meet again? I wonder if you and I have true feelings? Don't make the person you love the most sad, I'd rather be drunk for you without regret, I don't know if I'm willing to play a mandarin duck dream with you?
Liu Kun remained silent.
Zu Ti said nothing.
After the two calmed down for a while, Zu Ti said," This time, I came to bid farewell to you. The country is in danger, so we should resolutely shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving the nation from danger. I want to gather my own soldiers and mobilize the people to protect the country.
When Liu Kun heard this, he agreed and said that tomorrow would be the day to send him off with food and wine.
Zu Ti gladly agreed.
Miss Xu knew that Zu Ti was going to attend a banquet at Liu Kun's place, so she came over early to prepare clothes for him and handed them to him. Like a wife, she tried on his clothes and dressed him up.
Zu Ti felt a little uncomfortable, but he was touched by Miss Xu's help in dressing him up. He felt a warmth that he had never felt before. He felt so stupid and impulsive that he wanted to hug her and go crazy. Both women were very good. What should he do? Love was a kind of injury. Love was also an injury, and not loving was also an injury.
It was said that there was a scenery in everyone's dreams, but love and hate were so entangled that they could not wake up? I really want to hide in your heart, but love is always fleeting and disturbing a pure heart. Faint words, deep affection, why couldn't they stir up the ripples of love? Why couldn't a person who understood the heart and understood the feelings of others meet someone who was compassionate and grateful? An emotion, a longing, a beautiful encounter, why did it always mercilessly cross people's dreams? Why were some explanations so weak? But one mistake and he lost everything? The sorrow that can't be swept away is that we can't stay together in love? But if we miss the time, can't we hold hands? A person who can fall for you when you are sad, is that only useful when you need to soothe the wounds in your heart? But the feelings that she cared about were not used in the right place, so she didn't care about you? There was some attachment to her heart, but there were too many burdens that made it difficult for her to face, so she had regrets and helplessness? The love they had in the past was just an experience, so why would they let this feeling settle in their hearts willingly? What was love? But it made people so conflicted, so distressed, so unable to control themselves. It wasn't him?
Liu Kun wanted to send Zu Ti off, so naturally, Yan Ruyu would be there, because the three of them were brother and sister.
At Liu Kun's house, the two men were drinking happily while Yan Ruyu was drinking tea instead of wine.
As the three of them enjoyed the food and wine, Yan Ruyu suddenly said happily, She wished that she could stay in this cup of tea forever, with a kind of beautiful aura. Wouldn't life be happy if you rolled up a sleeve of brocade and morning dew?？
Liu Kun said,"Yes, but there are people destroying this kind of beauty." However, even if it was only one round in his life, what was there to be afraid of? He was not afraid of the ten-mile dike of the smoke cage, nor was he afraid of hundreds of armor and a game of chess.
Zu Ti said: Brother Kun is right. Come, why don't we play the zither while we dance? Question: What do you see in the heart of the sword, the heart of the zither, and the heart of the zither?
Ti deliberately implied that he didn't want to spoil his mood.
Kun understood what he meant, but he was unwilling to say it out loud. He also hoped that such a good atmosphere would not be ruined.
Jade was a smart person, and she could also hear the meaning behind it. She felt that it was enough as long as she understood it. If she pierced through it, it would be meaningless.
Everyone agreed, so Zu Ti and Liu Kun picked up their swords and danced, while Yan Ruyu played her zither.
However, the sword was fierce and fierce, while the melody was elegant and passionate.
Truly, a helpless sigh always formed a strong and soft tension and inner meaning, that intriguing fascination always blended with a wanton and sorrowful wonderful artistic conception.
How good was his sword dance?
What he saw was that the sword momentum was like a river flowing into the sea, condensing a kind of power. This kind of power had the pride of changing customs, and when it turned the tide, it was like the rolling waves that could topple mountains and overturn the seas. It was also like the Milky Way bursting its banks. It was like the surging of a flood and a ferocious beast, and it was like a majestic roar that was all-powerful. That sword was like a sea of merciless hatred, filled with a ghastly aura. Its awe-inspiring elegance carried waves of wind and waves of butterflies. The sword light was aggressive and tolerant, as if it was dancing gracefully to create a different kind of brilliance. It also made people feel sorrow and sorrow turn into unrestrained pride and valiant bearing.
How wonderful was that zither playing?
Only to hear: jade-like hands plucking the strings have the wonderful five tones, but like Yuchen Palace tune score and lingering sound curling in the ear. Yue Qing is more indignant, generous, heroic and happy. He has the momentum of pulling strings and plucking beads to bring wind and rain to the building. He is also like the river waves rolling waves to indulge in sorrow, and he is like an iron horse and a golden spear with great ambition. The zither melody was sensible, and the finger movements were wonderful. It seemed to be a dream to enter the immortal land, but it was the meaning of the song that pierced through the words.
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