The sky is a faint blue, sometimes floating clouds, clumps of white cotton wool, the breeze blows their soft bodies, chanting and singing, all the way leisurely.

The sunset leaves a long shadow, the green grass and flowers murmur, looking for the smell of the earth, smelling the faint fragrance of the flowers, the heart is like being hit by something, knocking off the dust that has fallen on it, and suddenly it feels very light and light.

I sat under a big tree in the garden and flipped through "Lisao", just because before going to bed last night, I looked at the bookshelf with my eyes, and took it to read it on a whim, only to find that it seems to have been a long time since I last read "Lisao", as if I had read it in junior high school, and I had never read it again.

I lowered my head and read seriously: "Hu Jiangli and Bi Zhixi, Su Qiulan thinks I admire." If the surplus will not be enough, I am afraid that the years will not be with me. The magnolia of the chaos, and the recklessness of the night. ”

I stopped and thought about it, and gently put the book on my lap, these few sentences were the ones I knew best, and my favorite, and I looked up at the gray and magnificent colors in the distance, and I saw the poplars and green pines standing in the twilight, the branches and leaves of the swaying branches and leaves showed the last touch of the sun's afterglow, and the mottled and faint brilliance was like a torn silk scarf, hanging on the treetops and falling with the wind little by little.

If you can really drape Jiang Lizhicao on your shoulders, Qiulan will be elegant enough to form a Suo Pei hanging beside her.

Time is like an arrow, no one can keep up, and the years are like water, quietly passing at the fingertips. I remember on my twenty-third birthday, I was also panicked and scared by the speed of time passing.

Because whether it is the face that slowly declines with time, or the deep loneliness that grows up in my heart, all of them are unbearable for me.

But now I seem to have discovered another possibility, not only will time be reversed, but the years may also be repeated.

Thinking about it like this, "Lisao" has become untrue, and I can't help but have a trace of poignant amusement in my heart.

Collect magnolia in the morning and Su Mang in the evening. The comparison of vanilla beauties makes the rhythm of "Lisao" sad and lingering, but it is a pity that Qu Yuan, the real vanilla beauty who advocates "American politics", finally died in the country and sank in the Miluo River.

It's a shame.

But at the moment, I feel that maybe Qu Yuan has not left, but is just living like me, living in another time and space, living in another history.

But will he be in the past, or in the future?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but purse my lips and laugh at myself, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be someone behind me, and when I turned my head, I happened to see Zhirui standing a few feet away, looking at me with a smile.

I was suddenly frightened, and after a while, I remembered that some of the truth in the miscellaneous books that I used to read in modern times to pass the time was not all nonsense. I couldn't help but say to myself, "If someone stares at you for three seconds, you'll find out that it's come true." ”

Zhirui seemed to have noticed what was going on in my mouth, and hurriedly approached and asked, "What did you just say?" ”

I shook my head, looking lazy, stretched my waist, and slowly stood up from the ground, "What did I say?" ”

Zhirui stretched out his hand and poked my forehead, "I don't understand what you're thinking in your head right now," he glanced at the book I was holding in his hand, "What are you reading?" ”

I replied with a smile: "Lisao". ”

Zhirui twitched between his eyebrows, smiled, and pulled the book lightly, turned two pages, and said: "The name Yu is Zhengxi, and the word Yu is Lingjun," and sighed lightly, "It's a pity." ”

I said, "It's a pity, the dignified vanilla beauty, the ancestor of Chu Ci." ”

Zhirui looked sideways at me and asked, "You even know this allusion?" ”

I replied: "I know," with a smug smile on his face, "I think that most people in the world don't understand Qu Yuan, let alone "Lisao". ”

Zhirui nodded and looked in the direction of the fake stone mountain, "You can tell me about it." ”

I pondered for a while, and saw that he still had a slight smile on his face, impartiality, and I couldn't tell what he meant, so I only replied lightly: "Everyone in the world knows the vanilla beauty, but I haven't delved into what the vanilla beauty refers to," paused, "In fact, he used flowers and herbs as a metaphor for a gentleman with noble conduct, a stinky thing and Xiao Ai as a metaphor for a traitorous or renegade villain, and a symbol of superior moral cultivation with herbs, Qu Yuan's works are full of positive romanticism, The passionate pursuit of ideals is integrated into the imagination and magical artistic conception of art. ”

Zhirui's eyes flowed with a trace of luster like spring water, stared at me for a long time, and then said: "You have dissected "Lisao" to such a realm, which I didn't expect," pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, such a sad and sad smile was something I had never seen on Zhirui's face, and it instantly entered his eyes, and he felt incompatible with the brightness oozing from his eyebrows, "Leave, farewell." Sao, sorrowful. Warp, path also. said that he was exiled and parted, and the center was sad to death, still following the path, and admonishing the king with the wind. The harsh political environment put Qu Yuan in an extremely difficult situation, the holy monarch and the virtuous minister were his ideals, but he defended his ideals with the sincerity of his life, but in the end, the Yingdu of Chu was still broken by the Qin army. ”

I didn't speak, secretly thinking in my heart, Zhirui is really a scholar, I know the truth because of the seventeen years of hard reading in the modern window, and I have also seen many famous poems on the appreciation, all of which are gathered up and down 5,000 years of wisdom essence. And Zhirui in the era of the Qing Dynasty was so closed, there must have been no conditions like me, but he understood it in more detail and thoroughly than me.

He sighed and said, "The long wife rests to hide his tears, and mourns the difficulties of the people's livelihood." ”

I suddenly heard Zhirui mention this sentence, but I felt that it was very appropriate, the Qing Dynasty is about to come to the end of the year, and the most difficult situation is always the people, I can't help but smile faintly and ask: "Do you know the reason for the creation of "Lisao"? ”

He thought for a while, "Sima Qian quoted Liu An's "Biography of Lisao" in "Historical Records: The Biography of Qu Yuan" and said: 'Qu Ping's disease king is not deaf when he hears it, and he is blind to slander, and evil songs are harmful to the public, and he is not tolerated by squareness, so he wrote "Lisao" with sorrow and meditation. He also said: "Qu Yuan is on the right path, loyal and wise, and slanderous to the world, which can be described as poor." Believe and be suspicious, loyal and slandered, can you have no complaints? Qu Ping's work "Lisao" covers self-resentment. ’”

I nodded, "Sima Qian said in the "Historical Records: Taishi Gong's Self-Introduction": 'Qu Yuan was exiled and wrote "Lisao". Accordingly, it is regarded as after Qu Yuan's exile. Today's people have different opinions on this, some say that it was made after Qu Yuan was alienated when King Huai of Chu, or after Qu Yuan was exiled when King Huai of Chu was King, some say that it was made at the end of King Huai and the beginning of King Xiang, and some say that it was made at the beginning of King Huai, so far there is no conclusive conclusion, but no matter when it was made, Qu Yuan' Sorrow and contemplation' and resentment, after all, are closely linked to the reality of the political situation of the previous dynasty of the Chu State, and the political situation of the former dynasty affects the situation of the world, and the situation of the world affects the people of Liming, the real good minister should be like Qu Yuan, can take great responsibility, but also for the sake of the people, Qu Yuan is the person who worries about the world first, King Chu Huai is alienated from Qu Yuan, unbearable to take responsibility, and finally the country is also a matter of course. ”

He smiled, "That's right, a true good minister should not only share the worries of the saints, but also have a heart for the sake of the people." ”

I let out a soft "um", my eyes fell on Zhirui's face, and I said pleadingly: "I hope you can also become such a good minister." ”

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, "I remember that you have always liked lyrics, songs, and poetry, and rarely read these. ”

I said casually: "On a whim, I took a casual look, and I realized that many allusions and phrases in "Lisao" are also very good. ”

Zhirui said with a smile: "When you were nine years old, you wrote the poem 'Moon Shadow Well in the Circle', which shows that in terms of poetry and books, you have Huigen, and now it is very good to read "Lisao" like this. ”

I was startled, frowned and asked, "Moon Shadow Well Nakayuan?" ”

Zhirui looked at me and nodded, "yes, what's wrong?" You did it yourself, could it be that you forgot about it? There was a playful look in his eyes.

I smiled busily, shook my head and said, "It's nothing, it's just that you still remember some feelings." ”

Zhirui raised his eyebrows and said, "How can I forget this?" At that time, everyone praised your literary brilliance and Zhang Zhuo, even compared to our brothers, it was not bad at all, which made me and Zhijun and Zhiqi very embarrassed, and I studied poetry and books for a long time. ”

I smiled and said, "So, you can have today's fame and achievements, and I have a part of it." ”

Zhirui smiled and shook his head, "Let's go, the sun is going down, it's time to go back to dinner." ”

I nodded, Zhiruiti walked in front, and I followed, always hanging my head, pondering the sentence in my heart: "The moon shadow well is round." "It really makes my back chill for a while, isn't the historical Concubine Zhen the last to be thrown into the well and drowned by Cixi's order?

This sentence seems to be a foreshadowing for the ending of life early, is it possible that this world really has a destiny? I never believed in gods, Buddhas, ghosts, and ghosts, and I only thought that man would win over genius, until I had a car accident, and not only did I not turn into a puff of dust and pass away, but I came here, and I couldn't help but start to doubt all the phenomena I had known in the past.

I took a few steps, frowned slightly, and asked Chao Zhirui: "Do you believe that this world has a past life and a present life, and is it destined?" ”

Zhirui slowed down and leaned his hand against my forehead, "Zixi, you don't have a fever, why do you ask that?" ”

I bowed my head slightly and said, "You just have to answer." ”

Zhirui thought for a while, put his hands behind his back and said: "I naturally don't believe it, this is a world composed of matter, where do these strange talks come from?" He paused, and then said, "Turning into mud and dust, only fragrant as before, no matter who it is, it will only turn into a handful of dust in the end, the so-called past and present lives, the so-called ghosts and gods and strange talks, are just a kind of vanity hidden in the hearts of the world," he said, while looking at me, "Zixi, how do I think that after you fell from the tree, it seems that something is different." ”

I bowed my head and said, "It's different." ”

Zhirui glanced at me, "Don't think about it anymore, it's the third year of junior high school today, count the days, it's almost time for someone to come to the palace, and it's not good to prepare." ”

I glanced at him and said, "What is there to prepare." ”

Zhirui looked at me with a smile and said, "Why, you don't seem to want to enter the palace like this?" ”

Of course I don't want to enter the palace, as soon as I enter the palace, it means that I am getting closer and closer to the wellhead of the yin tide, which is really terrible, and what is even more terrifying is that no one can be sure what will happen in the end, whether it will travel back to modern times, or be buried forever in the Guangxu period.

I pursed my lips and said, "As soon as you enter the palace gate, it is as deep as the sea, and you can't go back when you enter." ”

Zhirui said: "How many women can't get in if they want to!" ”

I generously said, "Then let them go." ”

Zhirui hurriedly made a silent gesture, "Don't dare to say this." ”

I said disdainfully: "What are you afraid of, if the emperor doesn't like me, I don't want to be with him." ”

Zhirui listened to my words, and his face turned blue for a while, "What emperor is not to your liking!" How could the emperor not be to your liking? ”

I suddenly had an idea, and asked with some flattery: "Good brother, you may tell my sister what kind of person the emperor is?" Then he asked, "Is he cowardly?" He...... Dull? ”

Zhirui hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Talking about the emperor like this in private, if it is discovered, it is a big crime." ”

I coquettishly said, "Just talk about it!" It's just you and me here, no one will hear it, God knows, the earth knows, you know, I know, besides, I was going to enter the palace, and it is not too long before I understand the emperor, I will be the emperor's favorite concubine in the future, what does it matter if you tell me first? Crossing his waist, "Could it be that you are as timid as Ziyu?" ”

Zhirui looked at me puzzled and said, "How do you know that you will be a favorite concubine in the future?" ”

I lowered my eyelashes and said, "I just know." ”

Zhirui joked: "What if the old man dies in the cold palace?" ”

I glared at him angrily, "Zhirui, if you dare to curse me like this nonsense, I will tear your mouth apart!" "I knew the ending, and the words "old death and cold palace" are no longer a joke for me.

Seeing that I was angry and anxious, Zhirui grinned twice, and said, "Okay, I'll talk to you, so that you can be mentally prepared," he cleared his throat, "Joy is like nine springs, and chimes are like autumn frost." You probably understand? ”

I was quiet and meditated, thinking, "The chime is like autumn frost ......"

The appearance is like the lush and beautiful peach blossoms and plum blossoms in spring, so vivid, so brilliant, and the character is as tenacious as the grass and trees under the severe frost of autumn.

Zhirui nodded at me. I felt a lot more at ease in my heart, and the character that can be compared like this must not be bad, and I said softly: "Zhirui, have you ever heard such a sentence: liking a person starts with appearance, falls into talent, and is loyal to character." ”

Zhirui stared at me, shook his head lightly, smiled lightly, slowly leaned down, and whispered in my ear: "Don't worry, with my brother helping you keep the pass, the emperor is worthy of my family." ”