A long night passed, and the two of them dreamed of their own past, as if they had experienced a lifetime of joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

It was the middle of summer, and the sky was already bright when Zhaoyue woke up, but he didn't know what time it was.

I slept very heavily this night, and I didn't remember the scene in my dream at all, I only remember that there was a couple, the woman waited for the man's life, and after the separation, I don't know what happened to the woman, and finally the man fell into the river in despair, where did the woman go has passed away or the woman doesn't know the man's experience and is still waiting stupidly???

The window is printed with golden daylight, it should be the sun rising, Zhaoyue hurriedly got dressed and got up, and when she came out, she saw a basin of water and towels at the door, it must have been prepared by Ah Xing for himself, he may have left temporarily, Zhao Yue washed up and tidied up the house, just when Ah Xing came.

Ah Xing had already served breakfast and put the tray on the table: "The girl is up, I'll take you to the study, the son is also reading, I've prepared breakfast, I'll take you to find him after eating."

Zhaoyue was curious: "Ah Xing, were you there on the day your son-in-law rescued me back, I saw that you were waiting for him on weekdays?" ”

Ah Xing: "Childe took you back the day I just bought a study pen and ink bamboo slips for Childe is not by his side, Childe is diligent and motivated on weekdays, bamboo slips are used quickly, I have to buy enough bamboo slips for him every ten days and half a month, and he finished reading that morning and led the horse to the suburbs, Childe likes to practice dialectics in the suburbs on weekdays, and goes out early in the morning for a day, and comes back for dinner, but not long after that afternoon, Childe came back, I was about to go out, and saw Childe leading the horse back. You crawled on horseback unconscious, but Childe quietly brought you back from the small door at the back of the mansion.

Zhaoyue: "I see"

Ah Xing saw that Zhaoyue was still eating breakfast, so he took out the water that Zhaoyue had just washed.

Ah Xing came back again, and Zhaoyue had already finished eating, so he ordered the maid to take the dishes and chopsticks away, and he led Zhaoyue to the study to find Qu Yuan.

Zhao Yue has not forgotten the task of coming to the study today: to understand the difference between the glyphs of the entire book of poetry and modern characters, so that it is easy to remember.

It turned out that the study was not a few steps away from Zhaoyue's room, and the study was turned around the courtyard through the courtyard. At the door of the study, Ah Xing and Zhao Yue immediately stopped talking, and Ah Xing knocked on the door, "Childe, Miss Zhao Yue has arrived"

Qu Yuan: "Come in"

Push open the door, the study is bright, the orientation is very good, the sun shines in and the whole room is bright and bright. There is a big bookcase in front of the door of the study, Qu Yuan is still very empty for one person, and the reading space for two people is enough, and there are nearly ten floors of large bookshelves next to it, and the collection of books is very rich, I am afraid that these are all copied by Qu Yuan over the years, and the bookshelves on the highest floor need to be climbed on the escalator to be able to hold.

Because the study room is cleaned every day, Qu Yuanai often goes over to read, and there is no dust in the whole study.

The sunlight shines in front of Qu Yuan's bookcase through the side window, and Qu Yuan is not dressed like yesterday, today's Qu Yuan does not wear the high hair crown that he usually wears, but a blue ribbon binds all his hair, and the hair is all pulled up, and a transparent white hosta is pinned upright in the hair, his face is white, and Qu Yuan's white clothes and clothes are spread on the ground.

Zhaoyue looked at Qu Yuan for a while, and Qu Yuan raised his head: "Xiaoyue, here!" ”

Today's Zhaoyue is just dressed similarly to Qu Yuan, the off-white dress is not gorgeous, but it can't hide Zhaoyue's temperament, yesterday's Zhaoyue is like a cold plum on the mountain cliff, standing proudly cold and lonely, today's white dress is more gentle and intimate.

Ah Xing turned around and prepared bamboo slips and pen and ink for Zhaoyue, side by side with Qu Yuan's table, which could be separated by two or three people.

Zhao Yue unfolded the two volumes of the Book of Poetry and put them on the table, first picking out the Book of Poetry to memorize, in fact, the morning before, Zhao Yue had read all the chapters in the Book of Poetry that had been memorized, and memorized the glyphs of the Chu characters in it.

It's just that there are no empty bamboo slips and pen and ink in his hands, so he can only rely on his head to remember. And today she was fortunate to come to Qu Yuan's study, Ah Xing prepared a blank bamboo slip, and Zhao Yue wrote all the content she had memorized yesterday. In the middle of each interval line, modern simplified characters correspond to the Chu script, and the more complex characters can only be memorized repeatedly during the period.

It took almost two hours to complete these tasks, and when I met a word that I couldn't recognize, I could only copy the whole sentence on a blank bamboo slip and ask Qu Yuan together.

In the middle of the day, Zhaoyue had already sorted out all the verses that he didn't understand, and Qu Yuan next to him was still immersed in the book.

Qu Yuan passed by Zhaoyue's table during the exchange of bamboo slips, picked up the bamboo slips that had not yet been closed, and another font was copied next to each sentence of poetry, and he had never seen these fonts before, Qu Yuan carefully observed each word.

Because Zhaoyue's hobbies since childhood in modern times are poetry and calligraphy, so the handwriting copied down is very juan and neat, and she reads poems in her spare time on weekdays, and over time, she can practice writing poems by herself, and she can also write a few sentences.

Zhao Yue finished writing another bamboo slip, looked up and saw Qu Yuan in front of her, and was immediately surprised.

Zhaoyue: "Lingjun, you see that I have compiled these questions that I want to ask you and discuss with you. ”

The Book of Songs, the source of Chinese poetry. Because it's so old, so old that without annotations, we wouldn't be able to move an inch. In fact, it is just a folk song, a song of our ordinary people, and it is not as distant and inaccessible as imagined. Thousands of years ago, it was like a blooming flower, and everyone could pick and enjoy its fragrance and smell it. After thousands of years, it has gradually been precipitated by people and left in the past. Zhaoyue wants to take advantage of the time when she is living in ancient times to clarify all the controversial issues in modern times.

Qu Yuan looked at Zhaoyue's enthusiastic emotions, and couldn't help but feel relieved, it turned out that like-minded and like-minded people were right in front of him.

Qu Yuan casually picked up a volume of Zhaoyue's meticulous copying of remarks: "Green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes." The worry of the heart, the death of the mother! Green and silky, the woman is cured. I think of the ancients, and I have nothing to worry about. ”

Qu Yuan explained: People feel cool and comfortable, but their hearts are full of loneliness and sadness of "things are wrong" and "miserable relatives", so it is inevitable to feel cool and sad. This is just the right expression of the poet's complex physical and mental feelings at this time - not only the happy taste of his wife's love, but also the desolation and sadness after the loss of his beloved wife. The poet saw the clothes and thought of the people, and the passion was irrepressible, and from the depths of his heart he issued an affectionate call of "I miss you, my departed beloved wife" ("I think of the ancients"), and praised her for "making me feel good" ("I have won my heart"). Here, the poet's praise and regret, love and mourning are intertwined. The more he praises, the deeper his regret becomes. And the extreme love is accompanied by the pain. Thus, behind the words of affectionate praise, the poet leaves us with a long lingering afterglow of mourning.

(The study here does not contain the office of Qu Yuan's father, so it does not involve the secrets related to the important affairs of Qu Yuan's father's court, but only Qu Yuan's study, which stores ancient historical books, folk classics, agricultural, commercial, industrial and other industry books, and at that time it was already a hundred schools of thought, and also stored the classics of various scholars)