"Isn't it wrong, can't you do it all over again, if you fail to find a job, then try again and choose another one. Lifelong failure, who can say that it must be your life, it's just your own opinion. Lu Feng's eyes were like stars, shining brightly, and he looked directly at her.

Hongye stood stunned for a moment, and suddenly smiled, "It's not easy to talk about, it's not my business alone, how can I tear the inextricably linked nets with strength, it's easy to get in and hard to get out, everything is the same." ”

Lu Feng also knew the truth that standing and talking didn't hurt his back, but he couldn't bear to let Hongye be so haggard, and said excitedly: "It's just that you don't have a breakthrough belief in your heart, Li Qingzhao's marriage is worse than yours, I just heard what the teacher said, so I'll tell you about it now!" ”

Lu Feng talked eloquently: Li Qingzhao's first marriage years were the time of Zhang Chang's thrush and fairy couples; It is the time of cutting candles in the west window, singing poems and wine; It is a time of like-minded and husbands singing with their wives; It is a time when Mei is jealous and shy, rich and elegant......

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long! When he and his first husband Zhao Mingcheng depended on each other in Qingzhou for ten years, Zhao Mingcheng went north to become an official and returned to his official career, while Li Qingzhao was left alone, and the two were separated from each other.

Separated from each other, in this lonely day, Li Qingzhao wrote "Flowers float and water flows freely." One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I frowned, but I went to my heart" and many other resentful words full of lovesickness.

The pain of lovesickness, it is just a sentimentality, but if you add alienation and betrayal, it is a deep injury to the bone marrow. When Li Qingzhao was sad alone, Zhao Mingcheng's feelings became more and more estranged.

Li Qingzhao has been married for more than 20 years, and she has never had children or daughters under her knees, and she has no offspring, which determines that her married life is without a smile, even if the relationship between the two is deep, Zhao Mingcheng will inevitably have to reconsider her married life.

However, what is even more tragic is that the change in Jingkang completely shattered Li Qingzhao's tranquility and happiness. The Jin soldiers rode south, and Zhao Mingcheng, as an important minister of the imperial court, did not take the lead in commanding the rebellion, but secretly escaped with a rope in the city.

After the matter was decided, he was removed from his post by the imperial court. Li Qingzhao, a weak woman, showed great righteousness in this matter, and was very ashamed of her husband's escape.

After Zhao was dismissed, the couple continued to go into exile along the Yangtze River to the west of the Yangtze River, and when they arrived at Wujiang Town, Li Qingzhao learned that this was the place where Xiang Yu's army was defeated and killed himself. So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

The following year, Zhao Mingcheng was recalled to Beijing to resume his post, but then he died of a sudden illness, and Qingzhao wrote a memorial for Mingcheng and buried him. I think Zhao Mingcheng's self-blame is the main reason for his death, that is, heart disease.

A man was originally bold in front of his wife, but because of a momentary weakness and compromise, he couldn't hold his head up in front of his beloved.

If Zhao Mingcheng doesn't really like Li Qingzhao, then that's fine, then he won't have any self-blame, and he won't have any burden, but the problem is that he loves his wife deeply.

And when he heard his wife compare Xiang Yu with him, he was already "it doesn't matter in this life". The world is impermanent! But can Li Qingzhao be blamed for this? What woman doesn't want her husband to stand tall in the sky? Especially talented women who are familiar with history books.

Lu Feng's voice paused, and he said slowly: "But in such a tragic situation, Li Qingzhao has always been a female writer who does not conform to conventions, has independent personality and thoughts, never bows to difficulties and misfortunes, and walks her own path strongly, which really makes me respectful." And you still have this long life, you want to earn it but you can't earn it; If you don't work hard and are unhappy, who can you count on this, at most, the result is the same as the women of the old days, as a model that resonates with fate. ”

Speaking of this, Lu Feng quietly looked at the red leaves, only to see that the misty eyes were full of tears at this time, but it did not affect her beauty, but added a gripping and complaining charm. Lu Feng's heart sank suddenly, and he was already clear and no longer spoken.

The two got off the boat and paced on the path of the lock island, on both sides of which were green trees dripping green, full of flowers, and then in the distance were small islands floating on the vast Qiandao Lake, the lake water was clear and clean, reflecting the eyes, like water droplets flickering on the lotus leaves.

Momiji stared at him intently, letting the crystal teardrop slowly slide down, without reaching out to wipe it. You finally feel that you have no regrets, I am haggard alone, empty and sighing, how can I regret my choice. Only sad, fate is arranged, sigh, sad, don't blame.

Momiji thought a lot, and said with a smile: "A person's fate is destined by heaven, a person's luck is destined, I can't resist the sky, but I am grateful, fate to meet you, it is the luck of my life." ”

It is worthy of the autumn leaves, the literary brilliance is flying, and the emotions are sincere. At that moment, Lu Feng was deeply moved, covering his lips, silent for a long time, as if he had lost consciousness, only the swaying shoulders and the tears that slowly flowed out of his eyes released the surging emotions in his heart.

Yes, good love is a bowl of old soup, when to drink it will nourish you, and the longer the years, the more it will last for a long time, this bowl of soup is mixed with the ups and downs of life, mixed with all the memories of you and her, mixed with the love and fragrance of youth, you can forget love, but you can't forget the bowl of soup of love.

Lu Feng raised his head, and his originally empty eyes revealed a faint look and said, "Fortunately, I am also a rootless duckweed, wandering and helpless." It's just that your mentality needs to be adjusted, and I don't want you to spend the rest of your life with decadent thoughts. ”

There are many things that are not our original intention, but fate is pressing us step by step, if God is really so cruel, then at least we should not give up hope, at least none of us can easily admit defeat.

"At least...... And you...... And me, I'm not alone in the world. At this time, the red leaves tilted their heads slightly, looking at him, and the sunlight fluttered down through the branches and leaves of the trees above, so that the already bright eyes of the red leaves were dyed with a soft arc of light.

Dazzling, Lu Feng couldn't bear to look at it anymore, afraid that he would have too much nostalgia and reluctance. He turned around and sighed softly, It's a pity that you are leaving here, and we will rarely have the opportunity to speak as freely as we do today, how it will be to be alone. I lost communication with you, lost contact, how lonely I would be, and nothing could fill that sense of loneliness.

Yes, you see how bright the sun is, but it is so bright that it makes my heart ache. Those flowers are delicate, but they are delicate and heartbreaking. In the days without you by my side, all the good things are so empty, looking at you at this moment, my pain has nowhere to escape,

Hongye closed his eyes, his face was pale and colorless, and he laughed and sarcastically said: "I want to hide everything in Qionglou Yuyu, and I want to try not to be happy with things and not to be sad about myself, but after all, I am a mortal, a mortal!" My efforts can only be in vain, and people cannot get rid of loneliness and loneliness, because our blood is hot, flesh is true, and love is bone-cut. So I've become accustomed to the feeling of not being lonely but lonely, not being lonely but lonely. ”

The breeze blows through the face of the red leaves, confused and sad, and touching. The figure was lonely and lonely, as if it was about to drift away with the wind.

Lu Feng trembled and held her palm and said: "You are pretending to be profound, you just understand too much and care too much about other people's feelings, so you are so tired of being a talent." I want to open it now, if the reality is pressing, try your best to get it, and if you can't get it, you will be insensitive! ”