The third time, the sound of the zither, I have a beautiful dream
It was said that Liu Kun did not have deep feelings for Miss Cui, so he walked out of Hu Ji's pain and thought of a beauty like Yan Ruyu.
Yan Ruyu saw that Zu Ti and Liu Kun liked each other very much, but she didn't know who to choose. However, what troubled her was that these two excellent men both had fiancées, which made them fall into conflict. However, she knew that this was not good, but she was still willing to interact with them. Moreover, if her family knew about this, they would never allow her to do so, so she felt very complicated.
Yan Ruyu still looked fine on the surface, but the ripples of love in her heart were overflowing.
On this day, Yan Ruyu played the zither for them, and they read books and danced swords to the music. However, they were all willing to be intoxicated by Yan Ruyu's zither strings.
Yan Ruyu was proficient in music and her poetry was also amazing. She had lived in a superior environment since she was young and worked hard on poetry and rhyme. She had cultivated herself to be as gentle as jade. She had a pure and pure temperament, a kind of elegance and a natural arrogance that made her stand out from the rest. In addition, her beautiful and moving appearance was overflowing with a delicate and charming noble aura. Today, her delicate hands moved, and the melody of the zither was like the murmuring of the flowing water in the mountains. It was as if she was intoxicated and elegant in the spring breeze, as if it was drizzling on a midsummer night, as if she was listening to the gentle autumn wind, as if it was filled with snowflakes. The beauty of the melody was like seeing spring flowers blooming brilliantly, willow branches swaying and rubbing time in summer, fruitful harvest in autumn, and the fragrance of plum blossoms in the bitter cold of winter.
The strings were melodious and pleasant, like a person wandering in confusion, as if saying: Time flies, I can still see you in the scenery along the way. It's always been you? Will you accompany me through every spring, summer, autumn, and winter? I really want to spend time like this. Although it's hard, I'm willing to do so. I wonder if you feel the same way? If that's the case, this day must be very beautiful. I think everyone wants it, and you're no exception. Now, a thousand years later, I'm already looking back frequently, and I wonder if you will still remember? A chance encounter, but it is a tender scattered fragments, among which you are the reincarnation that I missed before? I hoped for a good result, so I refused to leave. I also hoped that each piece was full of love. To sing the love song of life after life was also to hope for the eternal beauty of love, not to leave the song. Love is to let one person live in another person's heart, but how much pride is given back to the years? True love is hard to accept, but as long as someone loves you deeply, you will have no regrets even if time passes by? No one is who, how can we talk about who is who's passer-by? Why are you still obsessed with it, burning our tender hearts? They didn't have a lifetime of romantic entanglements, but they had a kind of heart that understood telepathy? Heart-to-heart speechlessness, perception will always bring fated people together? Why do we always miss each other so much? Life is only a few short autumns, who can withstand an injury?
Zu Ti and Liu Kun were intoxicated by reading books in the zither music as if they were enjoying the beauty of poetry and painting. They were happy and free in their own space. There was no one else here. Everything revolved around them and they could do whatever they wanted. The lover in their hearts was intoxicated by dancing with swordsmanship in the zither music and had the power of sword courage and zither heart. They were accompanied by their lover in their chivalrous bones and tender feelings.
One could only see that the sword was drawn and drawn, and the sword was flying in a dense sword rainbow. This swordsmanship dance was really wonderful. There were: Look at how smooth my sword light is. The place where the sword points to is called icing on the cake. The earth and heaven are moved by the radiance. The sword light and sword shadow are wasted years and still rubbing time. Honest and upright is the lofty ambition. The myriad of things is dancing to create another new world.
It was really: the sword hilt in the hand holding the weapon, want the wind and rain to call, turn the clouds and rain to do unrestrained, point to the sky and draw the earth to let me do, two sleeves with the breeze to pour. Commanding was like conveying emotions with one's fingertips, and guiding the country was just around the corner. The sword pointed at the maze, dancing like a dance to perform the sword soul. One swing was to show off one's ability and prestige, flashing and moving was to leap forward heroically, and heroic was to earn enough spirit.
Yan Ruyu still felt bitter in her heart,"How rugged is the vicissitudes of life? Why must I fall in love with you without regret just for a true love?" Was that infatuation deeply imprinted in one's heart? And why do I spend so much time and effort in the depths of my dream? How many brainless people in the world would think that something was on their mind when they saw something they did unintentionally? When every thought was still wandering in the ripples, could the trace of warmth that fell out be swept away? He knew that the world of mortals was like a dream, and that every drop of tenderness that turned into heartache was deeply loved, but he wanted to hold on to time and not move? After so many storms, how many tears have been shed, why is it so difficult to grasp time as a teardrop of reminiscence? But what if it was difficult to continue in this life? Do you remember the eras that you and I once walked through? Why did we lose each other after chasing after each other? And let my shadow be cast upon the world. You are the only figure in my eyes. If I give my heart to you, I won't have any regrets. But who knows that I have been abandoned in the wilderness and have nowhere to speak?
Liu Kun's conflict with Miss Cui was: Infatuation isn't a sin, but why is my promise always trampled on? The little fragility in my heart and the gentleness in my dreams? Since heaven can't forge a love fate, why let you and I know each other and spread all kinds of tenderness? That heaven and earth as a witness, the sun and moon as a mirror, why love is so deep, tens of thousands of miles, but still dream with the running water, and my heart has promised where lingering infatuation? Just because my heart is still in place thinking of you, I will let everything come without regret in this life, regardless of whether it is true or false?
Ao Ze felt inferior to his family and his love for Miss Cui and Hu Ji was also painful. It was true that one person was better than ten thousand people to understand the details of life, and one person was better than ten thousand people to love. As long as someone loves you deeply, what if you betray the world by my side? If I have three thousand love rivals in your heart, so what? Don't say that love is too simple. It's easy to get hurt if you pay the most. How many infatuated people could understand it? How many love-hate relationships do you need to know? The deepest feelings are also pitiful, and the situation has no choice but to sigh. How difficult is it to love deeply? We met in the right place, why did we deviate from the scene? Was that song 'Lovesick Love' the original rhythm or did you and I fill in the lyrics? We used to sing and dance for it, we were entangled, we refused to forget, we didn't want to be apart, we vowed to be together forever, but now you? Ask the world what love is, straight to teach people to love deeply, life and death promise, why heartbroken people storm? I wonder if you are my former love? Just missed the reincarnation? Or is it that we can't find each other because our relationship isn't firm enough? It made the love in this life uncertain and unclear. There was a kind of love that had nothing to do with romance but was always tainted with words. Even if the world had such talent, it could not be recorded. Sad people are still listening to slow songs, hidden bitterness on the road of lovesickness, confused, kind of love, but there is no place in the world, kind of love is rejected outside the door of lovesickness? Why is there so much sadness in the world? How can the history of love be written without a proper form? The love and hate of the world had become a habit, so they had to let it be? What is the sorrow of my heart that must be trampled aside? The last generation of the previous dynasty was still talking about love and people were still coming and going. I was just a grain of sand in the dust and could only be humble? I'm so pitiful, but I can't watch my beloved fly away like a little bird to someone else. I don't know when my desire to love my beloved will come true, but I'm still alone, looking for uncertainty.
Zu Ti, who loved Yan Ruyu, was also lost in his thoughts. If you have love today, don't let it go. You'll never come back in this life. Why am I still hesitating? Would it be too late to regret it for the rest of his life if he brushed past her once? Life is so short, but I don't know where time has gone? Fate doesn't wait for anyone, why can't you give me some space? The person with the deepest feelings is the most pitiful? Did that beloved person meet the right person at the wrong time? That long-lost love song is the original rhythm, and we're listening to it together, so how can we not understand? There's a pure lake in your heart waiting for you to bathe, why can't you see it? I hope that meeting you in this life is the most beautiful accident in my life. Why is the time always wrong? However, things always go against our wishes and we lose each other. Since we can't love each other, why do we have to meet each other and torture each other until our hearts break? When I wait for you, will my heartache be filled with irrationality? Or will I be infatuated with you? You don't know what love is, but why are you still so sad? Are you all fools?
Miss Xu was also worried about herself after she finished Hu Ji's marriage, because she also felt that Zu Ti had fallen in love with another woman. That day, when she was tidying up Zu Ti's study, she saw the poem. No desire, no desire, no love, but only because our hearts are connected, but who knows how much temptation love has? No complaints, no regrets, no distance, but only because the love is deep, but what can you say when the love is between love and hate? There is a kind of tearful smile, it is a difficult thing to part with in life, but some things are not unconcerned, so what if you care? There is a kind of infatuated love that is a support when you are helpless, but who knows how precious it is to know after a brush with each other? The deepest love is speechless, but when it is strong, it is nostalgic. But the truest love is the language in the depths of the soul? After being serious, pain, gentleness, coldness, trust, and use, but how many things in the relationship were involuntarily lost to each other?
Miss Xu felt the crisis of love and was also in pain. But old friends are fickle? Could it be that a broken heart and a broken dream made people become old friends? I know why you shed tears. It's just that I'm usually a melancholy traveler in the world, so I'm sad and too serious. How deep is your love? Will get this kind of meaning intoxicated, will know that it is not easy to become a confidant, who said wandering is not pitiful? If you ask if life is a dream? However, the wind and rain were merciless, and the thousands of tribulations and sorrows seemed to last for a long time. And shed tears alone? Those who disturb my heart and abandon me can't take back the spilled water. I'll cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow again. Poor autumn thoughts of two hearts? Who could have guessed that autumn would come to an end? And how can I be heartbroken when my tears flow in vain and my dreams break?
Miss Xu recalled that day when she saw Zu Ti and Liu Kun talking together. Their conversation was a little strange. Zu Ti said: I know that there are many things to worry about when I come back. Is it only sad and happy when I meet and leave? Liu Kun said: Knowing that the road to the world is difficult, if there is no hatred in the eyes, why call a dream to say dream things? Zu Ti said: Today and ancient times hate, thousands of people are the same, embellishment romantic but less who? But who is the one who has disturbed the passion? Liu Kun said,"Where is Qing Qing's charming soul figure in soft words and tenderness?" A sleeve of fragrance, meaning endless, want to wash away all kinds of worldly fate? Where did this determination come from? Zu Ti said: Sad wind and rain, fleeting years have no intention, where to leave also what hate, this hate hurriedly disturb people can not sleep at night also lovesickness bitter. Liu Kun said,"Lost in the wind and dust, lost in the flesh and marrow, fate time let me meet love you, but I am thinking of you and you are accompanying who?"
Miss Xu thought Zu Ti was trying to persuade Liu Kun, who was heartbroken, that Liu Kun didn't cherish the love around him (Miss Cui) but loved a love that he couldn't reach (Hu Ji). Since he saw Zu Ti's thoughts on his desk, he started to suspect his sentimentality.
On the outskirts of Jiankang, by the Qinhuai River, there was a young master named My Jian reading in the study. He was reading a book without leaving the door. I don't care about what's going on outside the window, I only read the books of sages. His family saw that he was hardworking and hoped that his son would become a successful man. Even though his family wasn't very wealthy and he had a small cloth shop, he didn't expect him to do anything. Although he didn't have the money to have a nanny, he was lucky that everyone was healthy and energetic. His parents and younger brother naturally took care of his daily life, and he could come over to take care of his business.
One day, he lit the lamp and sat in front of the table reading. Because of fatigue, he dozed off and slept soundly. Suddenly, he heard a woman's laughter in his ear drum. In his sleep, he thought that how could there be a woman's pleasant voice in his simple study room. He tried his best to open his tired eyes and saw a woman smiling at him and going out. She even gave him a flirtatious look. Seeing her gentle and charming appearance, she looked around and breathed like an orchid. His three souls and seven spirits were all lost. He suddenly thought of how the door of his study was locked, how could this woman enter so freely? He thought of all the ancient books and stories, could it be that he had met a demon fox? Thinking of this, he broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't help but wake up. It was a dream.
When he woke up from his dream, he saw that the oil lamp was still lit. He saw that the door of the house was still closed and there was no movement at all. Thinking that the dream was both a dream and a reality, he still felt a lingering fear in his heart. He looked at the bolt of the door and peeked through the crack of the door to see the night sky, the bright moon, and a trace of clouds wrapped around him. There was nothing else, so he went back to his seat to read. He felt that he couldn't open his eyes, so he turned off the lights and went to bed to sleep.
However, she couldn't sleep even after she got into bed. The more she thought about the dream, the more she couldn't sleep. She turned over a few times but was still awake. She sat up and leaned against the bed to read.
Unknowingly, my eyelids started to twitch again, and the book slipped from my hand.
I had just fallen asleep when I heard a sound outside the door. I put on my clothes and got up to open the door. I saw a familiar beauty playing the zither at my door, but I couldn't remember where I had seen her. I was curious and asked why she had set up the zither at my door.
The beauty smiled and said,"I know that my zither skills are not elegant, but I know a little about music." I was very touched to see you study hard every day, so I came to play the piano to relieve your fatigue.
Wo Jian was very affected by his words and quickly thanked him," Miss Labor, late at night. In the dead of night, you come to play the piano for me. How can I accept such generous treatment? No, no, I don't dare to trouble you.
Beauty said: gentleman do not and little woman see outside guest set. Although this little girl was not talented and had some small skills, she was not willing to show them off in front of anyone. I'm touched that a gentleman is a positive person. I just happen to have so much free time, otherwise I wouldn't have the time. Looking at the beautiful scenery and the full moon, wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't tune the zither to relieve the gentleman's fatigue? Seeing that the gentleman was so serious and hardworking, he felt that the zither music could cultivate one's temperament, so he came over to show off. If a gentleman has such a refined interest, he can compose poems while I play the zither. Wouldn't it be a pleasure to enjoy the night so as not to disappoint the wind and moon?
I Jian listened to smile and said: If that's the case, I'm sorry.
Beauty says however: Don't be polite with me.
I Jian continued the previous sentence: I am not talented, born stupid, poetry dare not. If the young lady's zither strings could move my thoughts, I would still feel emotional. If the melody cannot enter. Seducing my heart, I'm afraid I won't be able to say anything good even if I try my best.
The beauty smiled and said nothing.
As she spoke, the beauty had already finished playing the zither. She held the zither in her hand and played it skillfully with her fingers. She had the style of a flying star conveying love in the dark of the silver river. She had the feeling of tenderness like water and countless feelings lingering in the human world. She was like a high mountain and flowing water, moving clouds and winding peaks, bringing about the wonderful spring, summer, autumn, and winter. It was really beautiful.
I was intoxicated, thinking that the ancients were only so drunk with wine and dreams, but thousands of thoughts surged into my heart. There were really footnotes that were written in the musical style of the dance of the Rainbow Feathers, and how the years were written. They watched the graceful dancers in the Yuefu songs and songs, how the long and short sentences of a pot of newly brewed wine disturbed people's heartstrings, and how many people knew the beautiful scenery in the courtyard where the flowers bloomed. Who cares about the rest of the life, but how much of it is unknowingly in the future?
I listened to the music of the zither, which seemed to be: The world of mortals is drunk for a thousand years in a dream. Why is love a powerless struggle? However, who could understand the preciousness of being indifferent? How can I return to your side in my next life? He fell in love with you when he was touched. Was it true that he was willing to wander with you? He would never forget it at the ends of the earth. He just didn't want the cycle of time to always make people feel sad. If the heavens were heartless, he would simply cut them in half? Who could understand the helplessness in this indescribable feeling? Since his previous life was so beautiful, why did he have to come to this world to make trouble? The mortal world was a place that could make people heartbroken? Sigh, I only miss you. I have no regrets in my life and there are still many concerns. Do you understand that it all depends on whether you love me or not? How can that lingering sorrow be drunk? No matter how far apart they were, no matter how much they knew each other, could they feel each other's concern? Could it be that the life agreed upon in front of the Three Lives Stone would be remembered again in their seventies? Could it be that he didn't need to wait for someone to speak before he could pass the fate of his past life and present life? If there was a strange fate, why didn't she know him in this life? If there was no such thing, why did she meet him again in this life? Time has changed so much, why is fate still wandering in the human world? Although I didn't come to this world because of you or because of you, but because of you, I miss this world even more. After being hurt all the way, I walked all the way and my dreams shattered all over the ground. In the vast sea of people, I only want to find your familiar footprints. In the world of mortals, if you are there, I will have no regrets. Why did the warmth disappear from the beginning? No matter how deep a memory was, there would be a day when it would fade away. No matter how beautiful a dream was, there would be a time when it would wake up. Why was it that the sigh was so busy cleaning up inside and outside, but it was still difficult to complete the formula? If they just brushed past each other, how much pain would they experience the next time they met? Leaving is always easier than meeting, because meeting is fate among hundreds of millions of people? And leaving was only the end of the two of them? Is the door of love always a thousand miles away or is it a trap? It really made people feel at a loss and flustered. Is love so profound that it cannot be repaid? Or was this infatuated and affectionate love just because people didn't understand it in the first place, so they were so blind and confused?
Wo Jian also muttered to himself, Who else would be able to relieve the worries of those who couldn't be together? A year passed in an instant, and a lifetime passed in the blink of an eye. Who could withstand the years of time in a short life? Pain for a lifetime, that heart and lungs, but with you in this life, even if we are separated by the world, it will be warm? Encounter, know each other, depend on each other, help each other, miss each other, cherish each other, even if love hurts, there is no regret in this life? However, who knew how much helplessness there was? The world was full of troubles, but the furthest distance in the world was when familiar people gradually became unfamiliar. If I'm in your heart, what's wrong with three thousand love rivals? Whether I love you or not is up to me, and whether I understand you or not is up to me. She just wanted to find someone she could speak her heart to, but in the end, not a single word could penetrate your heart. I miss you, I miss you, but where are you? Because I love you, but I disturb you passionately. I sigh that fate is not enough when I am intoxicated by lovesickness. There were always people who regarded love as the standard, but why was it so difficult to love deep into the heart and still sad? True love is to sacrifice a certain part to fulfill it. Why can't I hold the hand of the person I love and continue? A heart needs another heart to be honest with each other, and cuteness is all the heartache accumulated between the two of them? Could it be that only heartache was the most primitive emotion? Gentleness could be disguised, romance could be created, beauty could be modified, but why was love always so baffling? The love that people had been looking for was actually a feeling of being loved and loved by others. However, it was because of this feeling that people lost each other because they did not know how to repay each other.
The beauty stopped playing the zither and asked: "A gentleman has talent. Why don't you go to the capital to take the examination?" Sure enough, it is my name. First, it is a good thing to glorify the family, and second, it is a pillar of the country to serve the motherland. A gentleman can be judged by his appearance, but a man of outstanding talent can be judged by his appearance. It's time for the country to use people, why not
I interrupted him and said,"I have no interest in official career and hate dirty politics." I dare not comment on the state affairs of this dynasty. In the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, although it was not forgivable for Emperor Xin to expand his territory by force, his love for Daji, who was taken away, was praiseworthy. In the end, it was slandered by the little people of the Zhou Dynasty. History was written by the winners. Emperor Xin was demoted to King Zhou, but Daji became a nine-tailed fox and brought disaster to the country and the people. No one changed this historical story for thousands of years. The Conqueror Xiang Yu was born into a good family, and he was a hero who valued relationships and righteousness. The world should be ruled by such heroes, but in the end, he was led to such a state by that hoodlum Liu Bang. There are too many things to count. I can't be bothered to talk about it.
The beauty said,"Although politics is dirty, it needs a gentleman to rectify it." Although one person could not change the world, it was a good thing as long as someone came to clean up the situation. If no one came to rectify the situation, what situation would this world continue to be? As long as one more person stood on the side of justice, there would be hope in this world. Even though evil practices flourished, in the end, evil could never win over good, right? Thinking about this, it was not surprising that the world was full of contradictions. It wasn't strange for him to be notorious for ten thousand years. I mean, it would be the world's tragedy if everyone fell.
Wo Jian nodded and praised Huan Wu," Wonderful theory, wonderful, wonderful. Not only was Miss's musical attainments extraordinary, but she could also play the zither so well. His literary talent was also outstanding, and his theory was wonderful. After hearing Miss's words, I will naturally go to the capital to take the exam. however
The beauty heard my words and asked," If a gentleman has something to say, just say it.
I Jian stammered: I don't know if I can ask? May I know where Miss is from? I wonder if you can tell me?
The beauty smiled and said frankly,"I am the daughter of the Book Deity." I heard Jing E say,"The daughter of the Book Deity?" Could it be that you're a fairy sister? Beauty said: Yes. I Jian hurriedly said: I am rude. Please forgive me for my disrespect. I will listen to Sister Fairy and go to the capital to take the exam.
I dare not look at the beauty in the eye to show respect, but when I listen to the music and think about it, I lower my eyebrows and think: Am I dreaming again? That's right! 'I'm in a dream. Is she the person in the dream?'
Thinking of this, I raised my eyes and looked ahead. Where was the person? The moon was still in the sky, so she said to herself, I should wake up from my dream.
With a slight struggle, he broke free from the dream realm. It was indeed a dream.
The oil lamp was still flickering, but the sky was already bright. He blew out the lamp with his breath and got up to pick up the book that had fallen to the ground. He saw a picture of a beautiful woman playing the zither in the book. It turned out that the beauty in his dream was the person in the picture. No wonder she looked so familiar.
Wojian thought of the dream and found it funny, so he packed his luggage and prepared for the Beijing exam.
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