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Chapter 147 love but not

Bai Juyi gave Xiangling a bronze mirror inlaid with double-coiled dragons. He said that there was once a great poet named Liu Xiyi, who wrote a poem to his beloved woman: "May I be light, with a thin waist, and a bright mirror." Delicate face.

He gave her a bright mirror, which also opened the boy's heart.

Xiang Ling took the mirror, love sprouted in their hearts, and gradually grew into a flower entwining each other.

In this way, the boy and the girl made a private decision for life, and they cuddled together in the long night, letting the moonlight cover their bodies with a silver border. "

Now we should pay attention to the fate of private life in ancient times! "

"Yes, I feel that this should be a turning point in Bai Juyi's life."

There was a lot of discussion in the classroom.

Shen Ping nodded and continued: "This relationship was quickly discovered by Bai Juyi's mother.

The vulgar plot reappeared. The mother believed that Bai Juyi would one day embark on an official career and marry a woman from a noble family. Therefore, she resolutely beat the mandarin ducks and never recognized Xiang Ling, who is a village girl.

Bai Juyi didn't back down. This was the first time the gentle boy tried to resist his mother, and he was stubborn like never before.

In the ninth year of Zhenyuan, Bai Juyi's father moved to Xiangyang Biejia. At this time, the situation in the country was generally stable, and his mother decided to take the family to Xiangyang.

In this way, parting finally came, unstoppable.

On the day of leaving, the lovers held hands and looked at their tears, choking speechlessly. Xiang Ling returned the bronze mirror to him and said: I will wait for you to give it to me again.

Bai Juyi took the mirror and remained silent. He nodded heavily and left behind the poem he wrote to her when he was parting.

He often wrote poems to her. At that time, Xiang Ling listened quietly with his chin up, his eyes full of admiration, and today's "Staying Farewell" is likely to be the last poem he wrote for Xiang Ling up. "

When he said this, Shen Ping picked up the chalk on the table, turned around and wrote this poem on the blackboard.

The autumn is cool and the morning quilt is rolled up, and the spring is warm and the night quilt is removed.

Although it is a ruthless thing, I still ponder if I want to say goodbye.

The situation is different from the sentient beings, don't follow the shallow and deep feelings.

Two years of laughter, once the heart of things.

Staying alone can be remembered, and the peers are irresponsible.

You can know what happened in the past, but it's hard to find later.

There is only gurgling tears, and we don't hesitate to share our breasts.

"What does this poem mean? The bamboo mat should be rolled up when it's cold in autumn, and the quilt should be put away when it's warm in spring.

You see, even these ruthless things are a bit reluctant to part when parting.

Let alone with you?
How many happy days we have spent in the past two years, what a lingering affection, but we don't want to, suddenly we have to go our separate ways.

Although I also want to stay, and even take you with me, but I can't do it right now.

Who could have predicted today?

I don't know what the future holds.

Only the tears rolling down from those eyes kept wetting our clothes. "

As soon as these words came out, the whole classroom was in an uproar.

"Damn it, the white mother is hitting mandarin ducks with a club!"

"That's right, if you like it, you like it. Why don't you let them be together?"

The female students are not willing.

Shen Ping sighed, and continued: "The rumble of the carriage rang in my ears, Bai Juyi lay on the railing, trying to open his eyes wide, watching Xiang Ling's thin figure gradually shrinking and finally disappearing.

Tears welled up his cheeks.

On the road, whenever he passed a high place, he would subconsciously turn his head back, as if the familiar figure was behind him.

He sent her a poem titled "Sending Xiangling", which was the first time he left his lover's name in the poem:
The tears in my eyes are cold and frozen, and I turn back every time I pass by a high place.

After knowing farewell, I go upstairs to the west, and I should worry alone by leaning on the railing.

In Xiangyang, because his father was not driving, Bai Juyi's living standard suddenly improved a lot, and finally he no longer had to live the hard life of Fu Lishi.

But he was still not happy.

He can't forget, he can't forget a girl who looks like a fairy, he can't forget the eyes she looked at her with her face in her hands, she can't forget her seriousness when she listened to his poems, and she can't forget the tears in her eyes when he left. Whirling, lonely and helpless.

Especially in the dead of night, he was even more lovesick, biting his hand, trying not to let himself cry out:
It's cold in the middle of the night, and I can't sleep alone.

The incense burner burns out, and the tears of the towel turn into ice.

In order to cherish the company of shadows, the lights will not be turned off all night.

Xiang Ling,

I miss you. "

When he said this, Shen Ping sighed again, with a slight regret on his expression, he immediately rendered the whole atmosphere to the whole classroom.

"Bai Juyi in this period is so infatuated."

"Yes, that kind of ignorant and ignorant love is blocked by the mother and cannot be together. It's so sad when you think about it."

The female students were moved by the unrequited love between Bai Juyi and Xiang Ling.

Shen Ping was silent for a while, organized his words, and continued: In the tenth year of Zhenyuan, Bai Juyi's father passed away, and the family returned to Fuli again.

According to etiquette, Bai Juyi had to wear hemp and filial piety, and he had been at home for nearly three years, so even though his lovers met again, he did not dare to risk the world to have a private meeting with Xiangling.

The two of them could only look at each other under the window fence as if they had just met each other.

Until the 12th year of Zhenyuan, when Bai Juyi and Dingyou were finished, he was 25 years old this year, and Xiang Ling was also 21. In the Tang Dynasty, which advocated early marriage, other men and women had several children at this age.

He plucked up his courage and begged his mother to let him marry Xiang Ling back home.

His mother forbade it, and even ordered him not to associate with Xiang Ling again.She said to Bai Juyi, you should marry a woman who will help you in your official career. If you marry a village girl, wouldn't it make others laugh at our Bai family?When I die in the future, how will I explain it to your father?

In the medieval society, there was no free love under the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers. As long as his mother did not nod, Bai Juyi would not be able to marry Xiang Ling.

His bitterness cannot be expressed, but can only be written in words, such as the song "Long Lovesickness" written from the perspective of Xiangling in the 14th year of Zhenyuan:
The concubine lives in the north of Luoqiao, and the king lives in the south of Luoqiao.

Fifteen is the acquaintance, 23 this year.

It is like a female dill, which grows on the side of a pine.

The short branches of the vine are bitter and tall, and they cannot be lingered back up.

People say that people have wishes, and wishes will come true in the sky.

Willing to be a beast in the distance, walk shoulder to shoulder step by step.

Willing to be a deep mountain tree, with branches and branches growing together.

The meaning of this poem is: I live in the north of Luoqiao, and you live in the south of Luoqiao.

I just turned 15 when I met you, but now I'm 23.

I am like the vines growing beside the pines and cypresses. No matter how my vines climb and linger, they can't cross the barrier of family background.

People say that as long as a person has a wish, God will fulfill her.

Then I would like to be a beast that travels far, to follow you, and to walk side by side with you every step of the way.

Then I would like to be a tree in the deep mountain, to accompany you, and every branch will grow with you. "

(End of this chapter)