When the lonely Han Yu staggered forward on the muddy road of debasement, the equally lonely Liu Zongyuan was about to come to the end of his life.

Huaixi's great victory, the whole country rejoices, of course, there are always exceptions, such as Wang Chengzong, such as Li Shidao, and then for example, Liu Zongyuan, a generation of literary heroes Liu Zongyuan!

As lifelong confidants, Liu Zongyuan and Liu Yuxi's life trajectories were once strikingly similar: once, they were young and frivolous, and they were dashing; Once, they were proud, rich and glorious; Once, they pointed out the country and were full of spirit. However, all the wealth and glory, like the floating clouds in the sky, are fleeting, and when the prosperity is gone, they are driven out of Chang'an together and embark on a long road of debasement together. Of course, there are always differences, such as personality, Liu Yuxi is arrogant, Liu Zongyuan is lonely, to a certain extent, it is this difference in personality that determines their different fates.

In adversity, the arrogant Liu Yuxi is like a fighter, never willing to lower his head and always hold his head high, "a crane in the clear sky is on the clouds, and poetry will be drawn to the blue sky", how free and heroic it should be; In adversity, the lonely Liu Zongyuan is more like a scribe, a sentimental scribe, how lonely and lonely it should be to be "lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow"! "Suddenly shocked Yuan and twelve years, I saw Tianbao Chengping again", Li Chun exiled Liu Yuxi, but Liu Yuxi still sang enthusiastically for this exciting era; "The floating life gathers scattered clouds are similar, and the past is like a dream", Liu Zongyuan, who was also exiled by Li Chun, obviously did not have Liu Yuxi's open-mindedness, but was immersed in self-pity and self-pity. Perhaps, it is precisely because of Liu Zongyuan's character that the tragedy finally happened: Liu Zongyuan and Li Chun, one was a shining literary giant in the Yuanhe period, and the other was the Ming monarch of Yuanhe Zhongxing, but they had a lifetime of grievances and grievances, and there was no time to resolve them, because Liu Zongyuan died.

In the fourteenth year of Yuanhe, a generation of writers who were only forty-seven years old died of illness in the remote Liuzhou, leaving behind many popular poems and prose, as well as his grievances and grievances with Li Chun, the son of heaven.

Here, I just want to talk about one of his articles, an article that is not very popular and even has mixed reputations, "The Legend of the River". Because, there is a prophecy buried in this article, a bold prophecy: Li Chun, the once wise Son of Heaven Li Chun, was tempted by eunuchs and committed an unforgivable crime. Perhaps, when the smoke clears, Li Chun will also come to the end of his life.

River, of course, is a place name. Here, though, it's really not a place name, but, a man's name, a woman's name. Of course, this woman is not really called Hejian, but because of what happened to her, people couldn't bear to mention her real name and surname, so she had to replace it with her place of origin.

Once upon a time, Kasuma was a virgin, a well-known virgin. She honors her in-laws and worships her gods like gods; She is harmonious with her husband and respects each other as guests; She abides by feudal etiquette, do not look at incivility, do not listen to incivility, and do not act incivility. She is so gentle, gentle like the spring sun, shining warmly; She is so demure, demure like the orchid of the hollow valley, although no one cares, but still exudes a charming fragrance; She is so pure, pure as a white lotus, but from a distance, she can't be blasphemed. No matter how you look at it, she is an impeccable model of a lady in the feudal era.

The fame of Hema is getting bigger and bigger, and it spreads farther and farther, and those women who misbehave, and even girls who have had dirty thoughts in their hearts, will be ashamed of themselves in the face of the holy Hema. Gradually, the mentality of the female companions around Hejian changed, from envy to jealousy, from jealousy to hatred, and finally from hatred to conspiracy, a conspiracy against Hejian.

March is an amorous season, the flowers are gradually desired, the grass grows and the warbler flies, stirring the spring hearts of young boys and girls. Unable to resist the repeated invitations of his female companion, and even more reluctant to resist the reprimand of his mother-in-law, Hejian finally stepped out of the door that he easily refused to step out of, and began the first outing in his life. However, at this time, Kawama did not know that the moment she stepped out of the house, she had already stepped into a trap, a sweet, gentle trap, but also a trap from which she could never recover.

There is a quiet path by the noisy Qujiang Pond, and there is a quiet nunnery at the end of the quiet path, and there is a quiet hut in the quiet nunnery, and a beautiful young man sits in the quiet hut, waiting for the arrival of the river in the quiet.

Something seemed to be wrong, and as soon as Kawama stepped into the secluded hut, he found the beautiful young man, who turned to flee, but was firmly held down by her companion.

The beautiful boy stood up gracefully, with a charming smile on his face and a pair of affectionate eyes, staring at the river without blinking. The amorous gaze is like an arrow shot by Cupid, the goddess of love, piercing the heart wrapped in layers between the rivers.

"It's beautiful!" , Hema's heart suddenly flashed a trace of joy and anticipation, and resistance turned into a symbolic struggle.

The boy took advantage of the situation to embrace her, picked her up gently, and gently put her on the bed. Two lines of tears ran down her cheeks, and Kawama knew that henceforth she would lose her virginity, which she had so painstakingly guarded for many years.

Time passed quietly, and before you knew it was dusk, it was time to go home, and the young girls and young women with ill intentions gathered again in this secluded hut, and they imagined with great interest the picture of the river crying and grabbing the earth, seeking death and life, or the embarrassment of shame and shamelessness. However, they were wrong, very wrong.

"You have to go, you go, I don't go!" Kawama didn't want to meet them at all, let alone go home, not because of resentment, let alone shame, but because of reluctance. On this spring afternoon, this gentle and amorous young man gave her unparalleled happiness and joy, which her husband could not give anyway, how could she be willing to leave?

The female companions looked at each other, not knowing what to do, the planners and executors of these conspiracies did not expect things to turn out like this. If Hema is left behind and they go home alone, how will they face Hema's husband, and won't the conspiracy be completely exposed? Now, they only have one choice left, Kawama stays, and they have to accompany them.

This night, the debauchery laughter of the **** in the river resounded throughout the night, and the unbridled laughter pierced the silence of the hut, echoing in the night sky of the entire nunnery, and also stimulated the eardrums and hearts of the female companions, making them toss and turn, unable to sleep all night.

The next day, the young girls took turns to go into battle, and after a long period of hard work, they finally forced Karuma to make a concession: stay one more night, stay another night, and then go home. This night, the river was an all-night carnival, which hurt the female companions who came with her, and accompanied her through another sleepless night of fear.

The moment of separation finally came, and the reluctant river cried with pear blossoms and rain, and stepped into the carriage step by step. At the moment when the carriage started, Kawama jumped out of the carriage as if crazy, ran into the hut that gave her infinite happiness, threw herself into the arms of the young man who ruined her reputation and gave her extreme happiness, pulled the lover's white and pink arm, opened the cherry mouth, and bit down fiercely, and a neat row of bright teeth was deeply imprinted on the lover's arm from then on, and could no longer be eliminated.

People finally returned home, but the heart of the river can never go back to the past. The husband who used to be close to each other, you and me, has now become the biggest obstacle to cheating. She pointed out that Sang scolded Huai, she beat dogs and chickens, she smashed dishes and bowls, and she vented her dissatisfaction and depression in every way.

The poor husband didn't know what was going on with Hejian, so he had to fold up his spirit, and carefully cared for this beloved woman with all his affection and sweetness.

However, all of this could not restore the heart that had long since left him. When all his efforts came to naught, he was left with only one choice, a dangerous one, to pray to God on a night when no one was around. Because, he believed, his wife, who had been so gentle and virtuous, must have collided with a certain evil god during the two nights he stayed outside, so that he became like this. At that time, praying to God was not a big deal, but the problem was that the time of prayer was at night.

In another era, it seems that there is nothing to pray to God at night, but the husband of the river is not very lucky, not sooner or later, and lives in that era: because some people in that era do not like superstitious activities such as praying to God and worshiping Buddha, and they don't like it very much, especially when this kind of superstitious activity happens in the dead of night. On the contrary, this person's status is a bit high, and the high one is a bit outrageous, because he is the emperor.

Of course, the poor husband knows what will happen if the matter is revealed! But for the sake of the woman you love, take a risk, it's worth it! What's more, in the dead of night, pray quietly, and there is a chance that nothing big will happen. It's a pity that the one-in-ten chance was put on him, so it became 100%. The revelation of the matter was not because the husband was not confidential enough, but because he neglected a person, a person he thought would never be informed, yes, this person was Kawama, his most beloved wife!

For the sake of his beloved wife, he risked his life and prayed sincerely; And she quietly slipped out of the house in order to report to the government. So, Karuma's husband, the poor, kind man, was whipped to death. I believe that before he died, the pain in his soul should be far greater than the torture he suffered.

In addition to the thorn in her eye, Hema didn't have time to hold a funeral for her husband at all, but couldn't wait to use her own incense car BMW to take her lover hidden in the nunnery home, and from then on, she carnivaled every night.

A year later, the boy in the nunnery, the man who ruined the chastity of the river, the sexy young man who used to be in the river, in the insatiable demand of the river, is exhausted and decrepit before he grows old, where is there still the slightest shadow of grace?

For this man who had ruined her reputation and given her happiness, Karuma did not have the slightest mercy or hesitation, but immediately swept him away.

drove away the former lover, and the eyes of the river stared at the young man in ten miles and eight towns, and he worked day and night. Helplessly, these useless embroidered pillows were quickly defeated in front of the insatiable river.

Thinking about it, Kawama decided to open a bar, of course, not to make money. When those drinkers from the north and south stepped into this spring-like bar and raised their glasses, they never dreamed that a pair of eager eyes were peeking at them through the small holes in the wall. Every day, handsome, athletic drinkers are escorted away by sexy and seductive bar girls and follow them into the fragrant inner room, where a one-night stand awaits them.

When the satisfied drinkers slipped from the hot and hot woman tiredly, they were surprised to find that Kawama had already put his eyes close to the small hole, greedily looking for the next object.

Ten years in the blink of a finger, the former gorgeous river, white and snowy, finally withered like a flower, melted like snow, the cause of death was of course indulgence, excessive indulgence.

Such a story full of spring, and even a little suspicious of pornography, appeared in the anthology of Liu Zongyuan, a generation of Wenzong and Taoist Mr. Liu, which made future generations stunned. Therefore, there are multiple versions of the interpretation of this story, and I believe one of them: Hejian in the story is Li Chun, the son of the Tang Dynasty in reality; The husband who was abandoned by Li Chun is the incarnation of Liu Zongyuan.

Of course, Liu Zongyuan never expected that although he did not see the ending he foresaw, only a few months later, in the fifteenth year of Yuanhe, the biggest nemesis of his life, Li Chun, the son of the Tang Dynasty, died violently in the palace.

Of course, he would never have thought that the edict of pardoning him, after a long journey over the mountains and mountains, would come belatedly after his death, leaving a sigh for future generations, for a generation of Wenzong Liu Zongyuan, but also for a generation of British lord Li Chun, and even more grievances and grievances that can no longer be resolved between them.