Also known as "Marriage is the Grave of Love" Zhang Baotong 2016.7.4

When the love poems were sent, Abelard was eager to know the girl's reaction. www.biquge.info He is confident that he can win the heart of a girl. For he had a youthful and handsome appearance, and was rich in learning and great fame. And that girl happened to be a genius too. She is calm as water on the surface, but her heart is full of fiery passion. He had already seen it in her eyes and in her reflections. They can connect intimately with the help of conversations and exchanges in Latin.

The next morning, when the bell of Notre-Dame Cathedral rang, it was nine o'clock in the morning in Paris. This was the time when the aristocracy and high society of Paris began to work normally. It is also the time when classes begin at the École de la Church in Paris. As soon as Abelard entered the classroom, he saw Eloise sitting in the front row. But as soon as her gaze collided with his, her cheeks turned red. She immediately buried her head deep in her arms. But for Abelard, with his keen insight, he could already feel the warmth hidden in her gaze in that moment.

During the lecture, the beautiful maiden raised her head from time to time and looked secretly at her teacher, although she kept her head down. In fact, this 38-year-old man is not familiar with love and love. If he also knows something about love and love, it is entirely from books. Because he has never had real contact with any woman or girl. Thankfully, he has a keen sense of observation and sensibility, which makes it easy for him to know what he wants to know by feeling and feeling.

Although he was lecturing, he was actually watching her carefully. Because the psychological reaction of this bright and beautiful girl does not seem to be very obvious. He needed to observe and learn more. He had been pondering the girl's reaction, but he had no idea what he had said in class. Therefore, when the first class ended, he could not make a summary of the teaching effect of his class.

When the students had finished the first class and had left the classroom, he saw the petite, slender, graceful girl still sitting motionless in the classroom, like a sculpture of a mesmerizing goddess. He knew that she was going to continue listening to him, or rather, she didn't want to leave him. For this behavior of the girl, he can completely conclude that she has moved her true feelings towards him.

After work, he sat in his study, holding Augustine's Confessions in his hand, but had no intention of looking down. In the past, he always believed that only the works of masters were the most precious spiritual food and rich nutrition for scholars. However, now, because of his lovesickness and love for a beautiful girl, he felt that these writings were so boring and insignificant at this time.

Over and over again, he asked himself: Pierre Abelard, are you not a strong-willed fighter? Do you really want to give up the self-discipline and restraint of "careful but firm restraint of indulgence"? But no matter how much he calls and restrains himself, he cannot drive away the girl in his heart. On the contrary, the image of the bright girl has become more and more beautiful and moving. It was then that he truly realized that rational restraint could not restrain the surge of passion. And forcible restraint only makes the temptation in the heart stronger. He thought that this beautiful maiden had been sent by God to seduce him. He could not resist God's will.

His emotions were like a pile of dry wood that had been dried for decades, and suddenly it was ignited by a fire. Therefore, he felt that his whole body and passion were burning, and the more they burned, the more they burned, and they could not be extinguished. So, at this time, what he wanted to do most was not to read the writings of the masters, but to write something. Because he wanted to express the burning passion in his heart, and use his burning passion to ignite the passion of the girl.

So, he picked up a quill pen and wrote a few lines of poetry with a wave of it. Then he put the poem in an envelope, and asked his servant Pamelera to give it to his pupil Litric, and at once it was sent to Eloise's lodgings.

But before his pupil Litrik could return from the outside, he wrote another poem, and at once asked his servant Pamelera to deliver the letter to Eloise to another of his pupils.

That's how he writes love poems one after another. It seems that his affection and love for Eloise can never be expressed and told endlessly. Letter after letter was delivered. However, he did not receive a reply from the girl. He knew that the girl was so innocent and shy, she didn't dare to raise her head to look at him, how could she dare to write back to him?

However, his heart burned with desire. Writing poetry is simply to express to her his love for her and to learn how she responds to him. If he just writes poetry blindly, without substantive actions and methods, perhaps the girl will never automatically throw herself into his arms. So, he must take action to win her heart more directly and deeply by having a daily and familiar conversation with her. So that he could have taken her into his arms. Yes, he has been restrained for so many years, can he still be restrained like this? No, such restraint is a waste of youth, a deception of lust. Her beauty is rare in the world, her virtue is unparalleled, and she is the most precious virgin in the entire kingdom. If he can't get such a girl, then his life is like a walking corpse, insignificant.

That day, he met her in front of the school, and when he saw that she was so beautiful and lovely, he really wanted to rush over and hold her tightly in his arms. He shouted, "Eloise." ”

The girl looked up at him and whispered back, "Oh, Mr. Abelard, hello. Her voice was so soft and beautiful, full of girlish shyness and tenderness. He felt that her gaze was so clear and quiet, like a deep spring with no bottom in sight, that people couldn't help but want to explore the secret in their hearts.

He asked, "Do you see the poem I wrote for you?" and his words were a little hesitant.

She smiled faintly at him, as if playfully amused, and said, "Oh, your poem? I haven't read it yet." ”

He looked surprised and asked, "You haven't seen it yet?"

She said, "Yes, you wrote so much and delivered so urgently, it would take me a long time to read it." As she spoke, she smiled meaningfully at him and hurried past him.

He wanted to chase after her and ask, "Don't you even have time to read a few poems?" but there were many students in front of the door, coming and going, all looking at him, so he didn't have to chase after him. Just watch her feminine figure drift away like a breeze, merging into the flow of people and into the building.