Yaotai Fairy sang and danced, I fiddled with the bamboo leaves, the fairy world was boring, and Fairy Chang'e was busy mixing fragrance and pharmaceuticals to find something new.

My sister came back from the mortal world, but she was very happy.

"Sister, but what interesting things have you encountered?" I hurriedly asked curiously.

"I listened to a poem in the mortal world, and it was very affectionate." My sister said shyly.

"Oh? What kind of fairy verses can I give my sister a look at! ”

"Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king. My sister said affectionately with tears in her eyes.

I was stunned too.

"Poetry is good poetry, people, but unknown." Fairy Chang'e said lightly.

"I don't believe that anyone who can write such a poem can be a half-hearted." My sister said a little resolutely.

Let's see.

The poet began his first love affair.

Staying at a relative's house, but infatuated with the daughter of a relative's family, regardless of rumors and secular rumors, the young and ignorant two made a private decision for life. But a few years later, the poet empathized and said goodbye, and divorced the girl with a piece of paper. The girl was infamy, and at this time she had no support, and the three-foot white silk soul returned.

The poet was in his twenties, about to start a family, and married a virtuous wife, although he lived a poor life, but he loved all kinds of things. A few years have passed, and it is another letter of resignation.

This time, the poet became famous, and he married a lady who was also an official eunuch. But this young lady is the same fate. was hurt by love, and finally ended up being a nun in the temple for life.

The poet is getting old, and the unwillingness of officialdom makes him no longer able to easily charm thousands of girls.

At this point, my sister said indignantly that she should give him some color to see.

So, I went down to the mortal world with my sister, and my sister turned into a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, and her beauty was upside down. I became an old woman.

The poet was boating on the lake, and when he saw me and my sister in a small boat, he leaned over and looked at my sister.

"Can this girl marry you?" He asked tentatively.

I looked back at my sister and smiled, "Yes, it's just that she's still too young, only thirteen years old." It's better to wait for ten years later, when you come here to find me, how about the two of you get married again. ”

The psalmist said yes.

After more than ten years, I was still poor, and it was only in the thirteenth year that I came to look for me.

The psalmist told me to bring out the girl that day. So I went to look for my sister, who was now transformed into a young woman, and ridiculously conjured up three dolls behind her.

When the psalmist saw the dolls, he was amazed and asked, "How come you have not believed your word?" ”

I sneered and smiled with a smile, "You said it was ten years, but now it's thirteen years?" ”

The poet lowered his head with a sigh, and his temples were white and thorough. Dejected.

My sister and I saw this person's infatuation, and we had no choice but to go back.

Maybe Sister Chang'e is more right to read the poems.