Chapter 7: The White Head Yin

It is as white as snow in the sky, and as bright as the moon in the clouds.

Wen Jun has two intentions, so he decided to break up.

Today's wine party, tomorrow's ditch head water.

On the ditch, the river flows from east to west.

Sad and miserable, there is no need to cry when you get married.

I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated.

The bamboo pole is curling, and the fishtail is swinging.

Men are heavy-minded, why use money knives?

Zhuo Wenjun groaned with a white head

"The leaves are pale, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yiren, on the water side......" dispersed the early dynasty, I came by appointment, but saw that Yinxiang had already waited on the small stone bridge by the imperial garden. He looked at me intently, his eyes were gentle and infinite, as if he really saw the woman singing in the ancient song, plain dress, standing by the water's edge, and the smile on his face was a little more rare admiration.

The breeze is blowing, the Hunan curtain is gently swinging, leisurely swinging, I walk slowly, I dare not make too heavy sound, ding dong ding dong, step shaking, my mood suddenly brightened. The grass is green, and the dew is vast. I seem to see my destined one waiting for me there, "Shuo Hui from it, the road is long and obstructive, Shuo swims from it, like ...... in the middle of the water"

I smiled skillfully and slightly, "Thirteen elder brothers are auspicious." ”

He was about to stretch out his hand to pull me, but suddenly saw someone from the palace passing by, so he pretended to be serious and raised his hand, "Get up." ”

"Brother Xie Thirteen." I looked down and snickered, beaming with joy.

When the people were far away, he said slowly, "I'll just say, why are you so honest today, and you actually salute respectfully." ”

"This is in the palace, and you have to look at all directions and listen to all directions at all times." I stuck my tongue out at him mischievously, "When did you call me today?" ”

"I've got something for you." He took out a bag from behind him and handed it to me.

When I looked at it, it turned out that it was a book for me. "That's good, send me a familiar book."

"Didn't you say you had nothing to do but read more?" He turned his back and said, "You can read more of these books, they are all about poetry, you should like them." ”

I flipped it over casually and couldn't help frowning, "Why Zhu Xi's "Book of Songs"?!" ”

"How?" He looked at me strangely, "Don't you like the Book of Songs?" ”

"But what this girl hates the most is Zhu Xi." I couldn't help but give him a blank look.

"What do you mean by that?!"

"It's like the song "On the Water Side" just now, if you think it is placed on the ancients, whose story is the most suitable?" I asked rhetorically.

"Let's listen to the girl." He bowed and bowed, looking like he was listening.

"In my opinion, this story is more like telling the heart of Sima Xiangru, who first met Zhuo Wenjun." I held the book in one hand and the other behind my back, and struck an old pedantic posture. Sima Xiangru's talent is famous all over the world, and the prince of Liang gave him a green qiqin, which is enough to make the people of the world fall for it. But does Sima Xiangru really care about this? At that time, he only cared about the person behind the Hunan curtain. Although Zhuo Wenjun hid himself behind the curtain, Sima Xiangru still glimpsed that Yiren's eyebrows were like distant mountains, his face was like a hibiscus, and the distance and near overlapped, like a pool of hibiscus between Shu Mountain and Shu Shui. ”

"Your explanation is fresh, so what is your explanation for the opening chapter of the Book of Poetry "Guan Ju"?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at me with a smile on his face.

I turned my back to him, "Well, I don't agree with Zhu Fuzi even more." In order to put an end to early love, I have to say that "Guan Ju" really praises the virtue of the concubine, which is nonsense. ”

He suddenly burst out laughing, "Who taught you these words?" If the old scholars in the south study heard it, they would have to vomit blood on the spot. ”

"Isn't it?" I said disdainfully, "Zhu Xi is a very annoying person, not only hindering cultural freedom, but also misinterpreting Confucius's thoughts, I really don't know how many years of Chinese history." Especially in the Ming Dynasty, a group of literati made a fool of themselves, what is the difference between men and women, and men and women are guarded against ...... Although there are differences between men and women, they are not as unbearable as he said. In short, in my opinion, Zhu Xi is completely delusional. ”

"Your thinking is also deviant." He said solemnly, without the smile he had just faced, "These words are definitely not taught by Mr. Ling Zunhe, I really don't know where you learned them." ”

Although he was not angry, he did not accept my idea, after all, he was a person who lived three hundred years ago, and it was impossible for him to understand that after three hundred years, men and women would be equal and free to love.

"However, I also think that some of Old Master Zhu's theories are not entirely correct, just like what you said about Biper before, I decided to say it very well. Although she is in the dust, she can be clean and self-conscious, and she is righteous to others, how can we look down on her because of her background? He said.

"As the saying goes, the Buddha said: All life is equal." I replied with a smile.

He nodded, smiled lightly and asked me, "Aunt Su Ma said, do you think that the first prose of the Ming Dynasty is Gui Youguang's "Xiang Zhi Xuanzhi"? ”

I nodded, "Indeed." ”

He asked, "Then what do you think is the first word of the Song Dynasty?" ”

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. I closed my eyes lightly, took a deep breath, and faintly read this song "Jiangchengzi" that I had already been familiar with by heart.

"Su Shi has always been known for his boldness, but he has taken the lead in forgetting words."

"Su Shi has been affectionate all his life, and he is also affectionate and generous, and he has the happiness and troubles of trees wanting to be quiet and the wind does not stop. When I was a child, I always felt that people were the happiest to be loved by someone for the rest of their lives, but then I gradually understood that amorous people are always ruthlessly annoyed. One person guards the other because she has a place in her heart, and no one can replace her. Love should be so open-minded, bright, and then bent back to the bowels. ”

After listening, he smiled, the kind of smile that spread to the bottom of his eyes, with an indescribable happiness, as if at that moment he understood, and I could understand his mind.

"Ying'er, next time we go to see the end of the sky together, shall we?"

"Okay."

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