In the first month of the tenth year of Yuanhe, it was the time when the spring was cold and cold, and Sima Liu Zongyuan of Yongzhou received the edict to return to Chang'an, and cried with joy. Eleven years, a full eleven years, Liu Zongyuan stayed in this remote and remote place for eleven years, and now, he can finally return to Chang'an, which he has been thinking about for a long time, how can he not be ecstatic?

Eleven years is not too long in a person's long life, but it is not too short. For those who are proud of the spring breeze, eleven years may be just a flick of a finger; For Liu Zongyuan, these eleven years have been like eleven years, and they are eleven years that are unbearable to look back on.

Liu Zongyuan is an unfortunate person, very unlucky. His ancestors were originally famous families in the Northern Dynasty, which was quite beautiful. Liu Zongyuan's eighth, seventh and sixth ancestors all served as officials of the imperial court, and his fifth ancestor also once served as the assassin of the four states. But when Liu Zongyuan was reincarnated into the Liu family in a hurry, ready to bathe in the spring breeze of the family and ride the wind and waves, and hang the cloud sail, he suddenly fell into the middle of the family road. His great-grandfather, grandfather and father did not have any fame in the officialdom, and the family fortune plummeted. In the most difficult days of the Liu family, Liu Zongyuan's mother had to let her stomach sing an empty city plan in order to let her three children have a full meal. Fortunately, no matter how declining the aristocracy is, it is still a nobleman, and the background of the scholarly family is still there, so Liu Zongyuan, who has a difficult life, still received a good family education, plus he is talented and intelligent, and he is willing to work hard, and the knowledge in his stomach is a strong long, and he can't stop it.

In the spring of the ninth year of Zhenyuan, the sun was so bright, and Liu Zongyuan, who was in his prime, finally jumped over the dragon gate and became a proud new science and technology jinshi in the spring breeze. With the beautiful ideal of reviving the family's majesty, Liu Zongyuan, who was ambitious as a young man, was full of ambition and looked forward to being able to make contributions and glorify his ancestors. But at this moment, he received the murderous news of his father's death, and his ass was not yet sitting, Liu Zongyuan obediently packed his luggage and honestly went home to keep his filial piety, which was three years.

Three years later, Liu Zongyuan, who returned to officialdom, was gradually appreciated and promoted by Wang Shuwen, a powerful figure at that time, and became the backbone of the Yongzhen Group, stepping into the glorious peak of his political career. Liu Zongyuan, who was complacent and directing the country, would never have imagined that this short-term brilliance, this short-lived brilliance that lasted for nine months, would completely ruin the political future of his life. The most glorious moment of his life, the most beautiful movement of his life, was only nine months. After the glory, a ruthless debasement followed, and the final destination of the derogation was Yongzhou. A wild place far away from Chang'an. Accompanying him all the way was his nearly seventy-year-old mother, Lu. Liu Zongyuan's two elder sisters, as well as his wife, have all died one after another, and the old man who is lonely and helpless is determined to bear the hardships and tribulations of the future with his son.

There are no green trees and red walls, no dancing pavilions, no staggered scenes, no lights, no, there is nothing here! There are only poor mountains and bad waters, only fierce folk customs, only slander and abuse, and Liu Zongyuan, who escaped death, but his life fell from heaven to hell. But his political enemies, those who were far away in Chang'an, were not satisfied, and they refused to let go of this opportunity, this opportunity to beat the water dogs, this opportunity to put him to death, this opportunity to criticize him, and this opportunity to beat him from hell to the eighteenth layer of hell. They jumped up and down, shouted and screamed, vile rumors, slander, shameless personal attacks, and they did everything they could. In the mouths of those sanctimonious court officials, Liu Zongyuan has become a "strange people" who deserve death. Breaking drums and beating thousands of people, pushing down walls, and falling stones into the well has always been a fine tradition of some Chinese, in order to please Chang'an, they build their happiness on Liu Zongyuan's pain, create rumors and slander out of nothing, slander and abuse day by day, and also, without human supervision, all of this is overwhelming. In any case, after all, our great writer is still an official of the imperial court, after all, he still holds the imperial court's fortune, after all, he is still a member of the imperial court, but his real life is equivalent to a prisoner, and every word and deed seems to have invisible shackles and shackles, tightly shackling our Tang Dynasty geniuses and a generation of literary heroes.

Slander and attacks from political opponents have left Liu Zongyuan exhausted, and the pain of the death of his loved ones has kept him awake at night. After living in this wild place for less than half a year, Liu Zongyuan's mother, an old man who is nearly seventy years old, a gray-haired old man who suffered the cruel blow of her husband's death and son's dethronement, an ordinary mother who would rather be hungry than let her three children eat and drink, a strong mother who followed her son all the way to the bumps, hardships and hardships despite her old age and frailty, a great mother who buried her pain deep in her heart but comforted her son with a smile, "The wise do not mourn the past, and I have no relatives". In the end, she left her inseparable beloved son and died.

For the unfortunate death of his mother, Liu Zongyuan was very sad and blamed himself. He stubbornly believed that his mother's death in a foreign land was because she was "unfortunate and had a bad son and yes", so his mother's death was his lingering pain and his heart-wrenching regret. But pain and regret can't be exchanged for the mother's life, it can only be turned into infinite thoughts, infinite grief, infinite sadness and self-blame, as well as incomparable resentment, how can this small pen tip bear so much sorrow and hatred! A year later, Lu's coffin was transported north and buried with Liu Zhen in Chang'an Wannian County, Qifengyuan, Liu's ancestor. However, as a derogatory minister, Liu Zongyuan did not dare to take a step out of Yongzhou, so he could only ask his cousin Lu Zun to transport the coffin back to Chang'an for burial. I can't send my mother on the last journey, I can't do my last filial piety, I can't put a stick of incense on my mother's grave, and I don't even know what my mother's grave looks like, self-blame and grief filled Liu Zongyuan's chest. Heaven and earth are sometimes over, when will this hatred snow?

The slander and abuse of political enemies, his mother's journey to the west, and the huge gap between heaven and hell ruthlessly tore Liu Zongyuan's sentimental heart, and ruthlessly destroyed his unhealthy body. But this is not all the suffering that Liu Zongyuan has to endure, in fact, he has a lot of suffering, such as the harsh natural environment, such as the bleak political future, such as .......

Yongzhou, which is separated from Chang'an, is a mountainous area with an extremely harsh natural environment. Between the lofty mountains and mountains, there are large dense forests, and in the dense forests, there are countless poisonous insects and beasts. Day after day, every day there is a poisonous insect or beast of prey that is dying; Year after year, leaves fall every year. For a long time, their corpses, the corpses of poisonous insects and beasts, as well as the corpses of leaves, fallen leaves, day by day, erosion, emitting a foul smell, and then through the exposure of the sun and the transpiration of the heat, an invisible and qualitative turbid gas was formed, which permeated the mountains and rivers of Yongzhou. Therefore, according to legend, those dead poisonous insects and beasts turned into dead souls, lurking in the depths of the earth, for the sake of spirits, spitting out all kinds of poisonous gases in the dense forest, which is for the "miasma": the black frog spews out the "frog miasma"; The colorful centipedes spew out "centipede miasma"; The giant python covered in layers of scale armor spews out a "long worm miasma...... And the most terrible miasma has one of the most beautiful names, "fairy miasma". In the silence of the night, the fairy exhaled like an orchid, and who would have thought that what came out of her cherry mouth would be an invisible miasma that killed people?

What would happen to a northerner, a weak scholar from the north who was accustomed to the prosperous life of the imperial capital, when he came to this southern wasteland? What if you stay for 11 years?

collapsed, from the spirit to the **, from the ** to the spirit, the endless torture destroyed Liu Zongyuan's body, and also made his spirit extremely sluggish, he "walked with knees trembling, sat with paralysis", he "tired days and oceans, unable to speak". is old, Liu Zongyuan is old, whether it is **, or mentality, Liu Zongyuan, who is forty-three years old and in his prime, is already old!

Heaven doesn't seem to be able to bear to abandon this old man who is not an old man, and Chang'an finally issued a cordial call to this talented Tang genius! It's over, it's all over!

But is it really all in the past?