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

In the last years of Abelard's life, the whole world seemed to be at odds with him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but in fact, at least one person did not betray him. No matter what misfortune Abelard suffered, there was one man who stood firmly by his side, and that was Eloise. When Abelard persuaded her to extinguish the fire of love and turn to God in a very stern manner, she complied with Abelard's wishes and became a true nun in the convent of Argenteuil, preparing to spend the rest of her life in abstinence. She did everything he hoped for for his wishes. It seems that her whole life has been lived for him.

That's exactly what happened. Immediately upon learning of Abelard's death, Eloise wrote a letter to the Holy See and eventually obtained a papal pardon for Abelard's crimes. After that, she rushed to the Abbey of Cluny. In the chapel of the monastery, she saw the burial place of Abelal. It's a very ordinary cemetery, just like any cemetery. He had been driven from place to place during his lifetime, and now he could finally rest in peace. Eloise placed a bouquet of flowers freshly plucked from the grass in front of the wooden monument and stood silently in front of the tomb.

The sadness and sadness of so many years experienced in the past seem to flash in my heart. It turns out that fate is so bleak and short, as if it is like a wildflower, which blooms and withers in a hurry in the wind and rain. However, the flowers have bloomed this year and will bloom again next year. But the man went in such a hurry that he could never come back. When she thought of this, she wept so sadly that she could not cry silently. She was not only weeping for Abelard, but also for herself.

It wasn't until dusk and sunset that Cornelia, who had come with her, came and dragged her back to their room. After dinner, she went to the office of Abbot Peter, the "Venerable", and handed Abbot Peter the letter that Abbelard had written to her before his death, saying, "Abellar has asked me to bury his body in the monastery of the Holy Spirit after his death. ”

Venerable Abbot Peter read the letter and comforted her, saying, "The lovers of this world are Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle of this age, and I am willing to follow his wishes and return his body to you." As he spoke, he wrote her a letter of condolence full of Christian softness:

"Dear and honorable sisters in Christ, you two are united in the service of God through the union of the flesh and through the bond of a better and stronger divine love. Now, God has taken him and embraced him in his bosom to take him in your place or as another you. But when he comes again on that day, the voice of the archangel in heaven and the trumpet of God sounds, God's mercy will bring him back to you. ”

Eloise carried the coffin containing Abelard's body to the Monastery of the Holy Spirit, where he was buried in the backyard of the monastery and gave him a simple funeral. The inscription on the front of the tomb reads: Socrates of Gaul, a man of many talents, a fine, perceptive genius.

After burying Abelard's body, Eloise returned to her room, picked up the image of Christ in front of her bed, and took the feather from the base of the idol. The color of the feathers is not so white anymore. No, more than 20 years have passed since they fell in love. And she has gone from a sixteen-year-old girl to a dean in her forties. In these twenty years, she has suffered boundless sorrow and suffering, and dedicated her best and most beautiful youth to the empty and empty Christ, but she can at least put her full love in her spirit, because of Abelard, his letters and his books, and the hope of seeing him again. But now there is nothing, everything is gone. Thinking like this, a great sense of emptiness and fear filled her heart.

She had thought about her unfortunate fate countless times, regretted it countless times, and felt that she should not marry Abelard in a thousand ways. If she doesn't marry him, they're just lovers. So that their fate would not be changed as a result, his status as a teacher and his reputation would not be affected, and the tragedy of his body being mutilated would not occur. And in the Middle Ages, being a lover was more noble and respected than being a wife. However, for the sake of her reputation and the growth of her children, Abelard did not listen to her repeated persuasions and had to get married, which caused the tragedy of their lives. Therefore, the famous sentence "Marriage is the grave of love" from her pen is a true portrayal of her tragic fate.

She hated marriage, but she cherished love because her heart had never belonged to "Christ" in the secular sense. She had God in her heart, and the "my Lord, my God" whom she had repeatedly called was her Abelard. But now he was gone, gone from her forever. She couldn't help but cry. Yes, without Abelard, how will she live in the future?

Twenty years later, Eloise's life has come to an end. Lying on the cold bed, she looked at the statue of Jesus that had always accompanied her, and muttered, "They regard the purity of the flesh as virtue, but virtue should not belong to the body but to the soul." God, only you know whether the dead went to heaven or hell. ”

In 1164, after twenty-two years of lonely and lonely life in the Monastery of the Holy Spirit, Eloise came to the end of her life with an endless attachment to Abelard. He was 63 years old at the time of his death. Coincidentally, Abelard was also 63 years old when he died. She was buried in the Garden of the Holy Spirit, next to Abelard, according to her wishes. She finally returned to her lover again. Legend has it that as soon as Eloise's body was placed in the grave, Abelard embraced her with open arms. On their joint tombs, there are inscriptions for them:

Pierre Abelard, the founder of the abbey, lived in the 12th century. He was known for his knowledge and achievements. In 1120, his theological treatises were rejected by the Synod of Soissons. He expressed obedience and then withdrew to demonstrate his orthodox position. He had this one-of-a-kind stone tablet carved with only three sides, representing the three heavenly kings of nature. During this retreat, he felt infinite comfort and dedicated this Paracre church to the Holy Spirit. He was united with Eloise, and behind him were letters of affection that passed on their love to posterity. The two were buried together. Abelard died on April 21, 1143, at the age of 63. Both lived their lives as Christians. Abelard was a prominent figure in the Middle Ages, a master of the High Middle Ages Renaissance, and one of the Mokis of scholasticism. He was born in 1079 in the town of Lepalé, on the border of Brittany, France. His father was a knight of low status, dabbled in literature, and valued the education of his children. As the eldest son, Abelard was 'the most favored and most favored in education...... Finally, I gave up my glorious knightly career because of my obsession with learning, gave up my inheritance and primogeniture to my brothers, withdrew from the temple of Mars, the god of war, and fell at the feet of Minerva, the god of wisdom'. Yet, the 'conceited, sensitive and unrestrained, restless, self-centered' Abelard was still a fighter at heart: 'Of all the philosophical tools, I love the weapon of dialectical logic the most, and I have chosen to compete in arguments rather than to make a mark on the battlefield.' I began to travel around the provinces...... As soon as I heard that there was a strong interest in the art of debate, I went to participate in the debate. 'The super-gifted and arrogant Abelard overthrew one idol after another with his merciless polemics, including the nominal theologian (c. 1050-1112), whom he had studied with, and William of Charms (c. 1070-1121), a famous Parisian teacher of logic. Gradually, he lost his opponent in logic. ”

Their mausoleum was later destroyed by history, but in 1807, Napoleon's wife, Josephine Bonaparte, was moved by their story and ordered their remains to be moved to the Lachaise cemetery in Paris for joint burial. Next to Balzac and his tall old man. This could be the final addition to the world's greatest cheating story for love-hungry people. In the cemetery there are statues of two people, lying peacefully, hands bowed, as if in unison praying to God. To this day, there are still couples in love who offer white flowers at their graves from time to time to thank them for their sincere and eternal love.

In 1717, a 29-year-old English poet of the 18th century, Pope, wrote some love poems about Abelard and Eloise, allowing people to taste their love in religious arias:

In these lonely and humble little rooms,

With the contemplation of heaven,

and unending sorrow.

What does such a wave mean in the heart of the nun?

Why can't my mind rest in this tranquil place?

Why do I feel the heat in my heart that I have forgotten for a long time?

Oh, I'm still loving!—this love is from Abelard,

Eloise must kiss the name.

What a dear and unfortunate name! never spoken,

Never crossed the lips covered by the sacred silence.

The thick camouflage hides it in my heart,

There is love for God and there is love for Him:

Oh, my hand, don't write him out - but his name

It's already there - my tears, wash them away!

All Eloise's weeping and prayers were in vain,

Her heart is dominant, and her hand is only obedient.

Eloise then recalls how she met and fell in love with Abelard. But having given herself to God, she felt very conflicted, and religious piety and happy memories were about to tear her apart, so she cried out to Abelard and God for help at the same time:

What a joy the pure Vestal virgin is!

The world has been forgotten, and the world has forgotten,

Beautiful hearts sparkle with eternal sunshine!

Every prayer is accepted and every wish can be abandoned.

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When the choir shouts praises to God,

Great sacrifices followed,

If there is a pair of sympathetic eyes at this time

Seeing the resting place of our cold bones,

No matter how pious your heart is, there will be a trace of thought leaving heaven,

The tears of the world will fall and be forgiven.

If there happened to be a poet between them, he would

Feel my sorrow,

condemn yourself for so many years of indifference,

Imagine that he must never encounter such a move again;

If there really is such a poet who loves long and deeply,

Let him tell our sad and moving stories;

The sorrow that is carefully sung will comfort my meditative soul;

He felt the most, and he could paint them the best.

At the end of the story, I beg the gods from the bottom of my heart: may the departed lovers sleep in peace, and may the living lovers cherish each other. Goodbye.

2016.7.30The first draft was held in Xi'an

2016. 8.8 Second draft

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