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The familiar scenery, after many years of absence, is naturally unfamiliar, but it is just a permanent imprint in the heart, even if the time is gone, it is unforgettable.

The green-shirted Confucian patted his wide sleeves, stood beside a deep ditch with his hands in his hands, and looked at the thousands of green spring fields.

In the spring of that year, the loquat tree that he and she planted in the garden was already like a dragon, with lush branches and leaves, and a canopy like a canopy, just in the shade.

The small river with a clear bottom has been filled in, replaced by a few tiled houses like morning stars, and the curling white smoke rises and swirls in the air, as pure white as the white woolen sweater she knitted when he entered Beijing to take the exam that year.

It was like a sunset in the late autumn of that year, when he squatted beside the ditch and recited aloud the obscure scriptures from ancient books, and although she couldn't understand them, she also smiled and listened to them, and the snow-like reeds floated through her hair, dyeing his and hers hair white, so the two met and grew old together.

In the future, the catkins that he admired on the Baqiao due to the wind, and the white clouds he looked at on the Zhuhe Bridge, did not have that dusk, and the reeds that were sprinkled and fluttering were huge and soft.

That year, he said that when he went to Beijing to take the exam, whether he was in the middle or not, he would return to his hometown to pick her up, accompany her to watch the flying snow and reeds in the autumn breeze and twilight, and read the Four Books and Five Classics to her softly.

So the young scholar carried the young girl's densely sewn dark blue canvas bag on his back, and walked into the distance with a smile......

So this parting is a vast decade.

So in the vast ten years, it is the separation of yin and yang.

After that year, he never got to see the reeds with her when the autumn wind rose.

I was never able to read to her softly.

can no longer snuggle up to each other and grow old together.

He had never met a woman like her, looking at his green face and listening to his soft recitation.

A woman like her who gave him all her rations when she was short of food, but laughed at the fact that she was not hungry.

The fragrance is gone, but there are thousands of miles of lonely graves, and there is nowhere to talk about desolation.

It has been lonely for many years.

It's been ten years.

Ten years, two worlds.

He's outside, she's inside.

A lonely grave, burying incense with jade.

"I'm coming to pick you up."

The green shirt Confucian soldier's eyes were blurred with tears, and his tears were pouring down.

He raised his right arm slightly, and with a breath, he was already in the garden not far away, under the canopy plane tree, in front of the three humble mounds.

On each of the three mounds, a wooden plaque is placed diagonally.

Block 1.

The tomb of the deceased father Xiao Hua.

Block 2.

The tomb of the deceased mother, Lin.

The green-shirted Confucian knelt on his knees, buckled his head three times, and choked up: "Dad, mother, Shu'er is late." ”

The trees want to be quiet, and the wind does not stop.

The son wants to raise, but he doesn't wait for his relatives.

The green-shirted Confucian man slowly got up, and then sat cross-legged in front of the last mound.

Block 3.

The tomb of his deceased wife, Lee.

The green-shirted Confucian stared blankly at the lonely grave, and suddenly stopped crying.

He remembered that she had said that she didn't like to see people cry because it was so sad.

Because people who cry a lot will have a lot of wrinkles, just like a lake wrinkled by the wind.

So the blue-shirted Confucian laughed.

I laughed reluctantly, but I laughed anyway.

The laughter grew brighter and more pleasant.

In the end, it became a loud laugh.

He remembered that year, when the loquat was ripe, he and she went to pick it up, and she laughed and said that the loquat was like raindrops, but much heavier.

He also laughed and said that since he wanted to shelter from the rain, he would make an oil-paper umbrella.

She said that she would not be able to make oil-paper umbrellas.

He smiled and said that it is rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are many beautiful oil-paper umbrellas, and in the future, when he will gain fame and glory, he must take her to ride a crane down the Yangtze River.

She tilted her head and thought about it, and suddenly said seriously, there are so many pretty girls in Jiangnan, will you forget me when you see it?

He smiled and said, "Even if His Majesty the Emperor forces me, I won't do it."

She said seriously, if His Majesty the Emperor really asks you to marry, you must marry, when you are studying, don't you always say that courtiers should be loyal?

He rubbed her black hair, which was as soft as willow silk, and said with a smile, don't worry, even if the sky falls, he won't change his mind.

She said innocently, "When the sky falls, won't we all have to be stoned to death?"

He smiled and said Isn't there an umbrella, I'll hold it for you, and the sky won't hit you when it falls on the umbrella.

She giggled, and the laughter was like a silver bell, no, crisper than a silver bell.

He looked at her and smiled like a flower.

Frame by frame of the past is vivid, as if it was yesterday, memories are like rain, and dots are like meteors in front of you, as if you can reach them.

The green-shirted Confucian subconsciously stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to caress her white face like mutton fat and jade, and caress her two sweet pear vortices.

The distance between the tentacles is the two worlds.

It was not her soft face that her hands touched.

It's a cold lonely grave.

The green-shirted Confucian man's hand was put down, and he asked softly, "Ten years, is it safe?" ”

The dusty-faced, frosty old man sighed and muttered: "I have also drifted for a long time, and in the past ten years, I have been deeply gracious, and I have been a mentor and friend in life and death." ”

"After all, I lost you, I entered the Beijing Palace to try, the title of the gold list, the Toad Palace won the laurels, and the end of the temple, but I didn't think that you would die unexpectedly, if I didn't stay in the imperial capital and come to pick you up earlier, I wouldn't let you and me be separated by yin and yang."

"In my life, I have lived up to my years, my brothers and friends, but I have lost my life."

In the sixth year of Zhaoming in the Great Zhou Dynasty, a group of demon clans passed through Tangxia Village, and for some reason, they were so murderous that they slaughtered all the people in the village, bleeding and drifting.

At that time, he was proud of the spring breeze, and he thought that time was too fast, and he didn't take a good look at the willow color of the imperial capital, and he just wanted to leave for his hometown the next day, and heard the bad news.

He didn't believe it, and drove his horse like crazy for thousands of miles a day, and rushed to the shade of the plane tree, where the woman with her low eyebrows and devoted herself to sewing clothes for him, the woman with a smile as bright as a flower, and the woman who served her parents with great sincerity and filial piety, became a low and simple lonely grave.

For the first time, he, a young scholar who was powerless, discovered that the desire for revenge was so strong, that he could not practice, that he had no strength, that he could only recite poetry and books, and that even guarding his lover by his side was an unrealizable luxury.

After that day, he did not return to the court, and stood proudly in the court.

His serious gaze shifted from the subset of scripture and history to the path of the sword.

He was surprised to find that his slender and white hands could hold the knife so firmly and kill people so calmly.

Late one night, he finally took revenge with his own hands.

That night, he changed from the royal road of subduing people with virtue to the domineering way of convincing people with strength.

To convince people with strength, after all, can only rule and conquer for a while.

But a moment is enough.

Who cares about right and wrong behind him.

It is better to have a glass of wine in front of you, and it is better to talk with your family about a pot of red clay stove at night.

Ten years, a bottle of freshly brewed green ant wine, an oil-paper umbrella, and a knife stabbed the rivers and lakes thoroughly.

It's just that...... If you cultivate to the sky, you will never see the woman who sews her clothes with her eyebrows down in the warm and faint firelight, the woman who squats together by the Luhua ditch and snuggles up to each other to watch the twilight, and the woman whose laughter is more beautiful than a silver bell.

This is the way of heaven that is just and selfless.

This is the way of heaven that does not discriminate.

Why should I walk in Heaven?

Domineering, if you don't like it, you will kill.

He looked at the lonely grave in front of him, and suddenly said aloud: "If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan?" ”

"Waiting for idle changes but the hearts of the people, but the old people's hearts are changeable. Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain and zero bells did not complain. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day. ”

Under the brilliant skylight, there is an old scholar in Tsing Yi reciting poems.

Just like that year, next to the reed ditch, she tilted her head and listened to his endorsement with a smile.

It's just that...... It's been ten years.

It's been a world away.

Ten years ago, her smile was as warm as spring, and the two pear vortices were picturesque.

Ten years ago, he was as warm as jade, with a green face and a little shy.

Time has passed.

Migration.

When the poem was finished, the old scholar burst out laughing, just like the laughter he had when he promised to protect her with an umbrella even if the sky fell.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the branches and leaves of the plane tree swayed, as if she was smiling like a flower.

I don't know when, behind the green-shirted Confucian man, there was already a green-robed young man.

The old scholar stroked the lonely grave with some sadness and muttered, "The sky is falling, I will hold it for you." ”

The first encounter between him and her suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

She smiled sweetly, it was really beautiful, like a bright spring.

No matter what kind of girl you meet in the future, she is not as beautiful as she was when she first met.

If life is only as it first seems.