[Yi Tian] A match made in heaven

【Writing】This body is calm and carefree

Copywriter:

Yu was born in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, his family was wealthy, and he ran the business with his father since he was a child.At the beginning of February ten years, I stayed overnight in Cangzhou.It was early spring and it was chilly, and it happened to be mixed with rain and snow.One after another, it looks like weeping willows and catkins, fluttering like a pile of pears falling.It is crystal clear, and the ground is like broken glass jade, Qiong Duan Yao cracks.The scene is very rare, suddenly the snow stopped and the rain stopped, but seeing the mercury slanting everywhere, Yu took advantage of the night to swim alone by the river.

Stepping into the long street, the alleys are sparse and desolate.The moon is hidden in the lead cloud, but there is no light; the river beats the shore and rocks, and the turbid waves are surging; the wind blows withered shoots, and there are few empty branches.Suddenly I heard the sound of the flute, like weeping and complaining.It's like a white bird spreading out in the clouds, and it's like pearls and jade falling in the rails.Those who heard it burst into tears, unable to restrain their grief.He went looking for the sound, but saw that the green shirts were scattered, and he was lonely and thin; he was in a trance like a fairy's elegant posture, not disturbed by the fetters of the world.Its hair is the color of scarlet vermilion, which is different from ordinary people.

After the flute stopped, Yu went up to chat with him.He called himself Fan, and his single name was Yao.Taking the meaning of mountains and rivers to express love and carefreeness, I have a wide range of knowledge and knowledge during the conversation, which is of great benefit to Yu.So he was introduced as a close friend and served wine as the host.The man was drinking until the glass was dry, but he didn't feel drunk at all. On the other hand, Yu staggered and swayed, and he didn't know where he was, what night it was.The person clapped his palms and sang long songs, using chopsticks to hit the cup as a clap.The song said: Toast the east wind with wine, and be calm together.It is the masterpiece of Ouyang Xiu in the Northern Song Dynasty.The singing is sparse and clear, and the rest of the drunkenness surges up. I take off my shoes and knock on the table to close.He laughed heartily, behaved out of the tolerance of the world, free and unrestrained, like a famous person in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

After drinking, the toast is empty, and the floor is full of mess.Yu Qianqian went east hand in hand, and when he parted, he saw that his green shirt was thin and could not protect him from the cold wind.Then he undressed and gave it to him, but he accepted it without prevarication.Yu only heard the long smile, the blue shadow flashed like a ghost, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.Amazed and horrified, knowing the difference.After turning around at the inn, I took off my clothes and lay down, but felt that the purse around my waist was heavy, so I hurriedly untied it to look at it, but saw that there were more than ten taels of gold.Knowing that it was left by a stranger, it was used to pay for today's wine, food, and clothes.But when to put it in, I don't know.

After several nights, I waited by the river bank and never saw him again.During my trip to Cangzhou this time, most of the goods have been sold out.Take some money and set off to return home.Lu Yu inn, I occasionally heard anecdotes from people in the rivers and lakes, and the words made Fan Yao self-destructive, undercover in the Ruyang Palace for more than ten years.Its tenacity and perseverance are amazing.Yu Xisi thought of the scar on his face that day by the river, which has not faded even after a long time.But the deeds are free and easy, far more than the number of others.

A few years passed, and it was heard that Fan Yao, the right envoy of Guangming, had retired to Kunlun, and since then he has not been seen in the world.

Song: "Legend of Ming Dynasty"

Word: Ju Porcelain

The river is snowing on the shore,

A small ferry moors a lone boat.

The fleeting time secretly changes,

The old man is far away, and his bones are buried in the barren mountains of Guanshan.

New green hair Jiangnan,

Put the lotus leaf cup on the wine.

Dangerous buildings are photographed all over Zhulan, and Songs of Guchuan are sung.

No more spring outings and laughing side by side.

The young man is full of vigor and enthusiasm, and his beauty smiles and looks forward to it.

The purple shirt is gorgeous and elegant.

Jingyao disputes between Mongolia and Han, and the family and country are in chaos.

Dedicated to the battle.

Hidden for ten years in severe cold,

Quick and easy.

Wash away the flashy three thousand,

This heart does not change,

In the old days, he was loyal and righteous.

Retire after success, with green bamboo and green pine as companions.

The sound of the bamboo flute is slow.

Retreating to the top of Kunlun, the smoke is indifferent.

Happy and unrestrained.

The author has something to say:

After thinking about it, I still posted it, and suddenly thought of writing a lyrics about brother Yao, so I won't say much about it.This has nothing to do with the text, just for fun, this article is absolutely HE~

Well, this is probably about Fan Yao’s successful retirement after the end of Yitian’s story~I’m not good at classical Chinese~

Look, there are handjobs in the sky.