Poetry Immortal Holy River.

At this moment, the young man in white is lying by the river basking in the warm sunshine, the light with the spring breeze does not irritate the skin at all, as if it also brings a little mildness, calm and warm the body of the young man in white, with the sound of the river gurgling, the dense thin leaves of the big tree have a few more greens in the sun, and the young grass that grows vigorously has begun to emerge densely from the land, because of the baptism of spring rain, the grass and plants have grown more lush.

Li Bai then slowly got up, picked up a stone, and shook his hand to hit the surface of the river, causing a splash.

At this time, in Li Bai's deep mind, he seemed to recall Du Fu's words before: "Brother Bai, is a dream a very ridiculous thing?" ”

The corners of Li Bai's mouth rose slightly, and he sighed alone with a smirk: "Brother Du Fu...... I don't know what happened to him......"

Then a faint breeze blew by the river, this breeze woke up the sleepiness of the young man in white, and his words kept echoing in his mind: "Dreams may be a very ridiculous thing, but you have to work hard for it, fight for it, and don't let dreams always be just a dream." ”

Then Li Bai took off the Hongling wine jug from his waist and drank it silently, the rich aroma of wine permeated the surroundings, maybe the past can be forgotten, but it is difficult to forget the friendship between you and me.

"Brother Du Fu, you are really an interesting person......

Li Bai seemed to see the long-haired man who was under the marble bridge before, complaining about the suffering of life, he was decadent and drinking under the marble bridge at that time, he never expected to meet me Li Taibai, haha!

I don't know if Du Fu's brother's mother is getting better? Otherwise, there will definitely be a place for you in this year's imperial examination list.

Li Bai looked at the sky in the distance and took another sip of wine.

In the story of the spring breeze, the red dust poet fairy saint has not been forgotten.

Guangling County, Yangzhou City.

There is heaven above, Suzhou and Hangzhou below, the Grand Canal of Kyoto, and only I Yangzhou City.

Yangzhou City is not lost to the prosperity of Chang'an Beijing, traders from the Western Regions are selling their precious goods here, a group of women in the backyard of Buzhuang are taking advantage of the weather to bask in the exquisite and delicate Silk Luobu, but there are many more ships coming and going here than Chang'an Beijing, this is the most famous cargo port in Datang, and thousands of goods are shipped out from here every day.

Later, from the Yangzhou City Pharmacy, a long-haired man appeared patiently grasping the medicine, and the doctor said to him: "Zimei, is your mother's illness better?" ”

Du Fu calmly suppressed his mood and said casually: "It's much better, and I have to worry about it." ”

"This is today's medicine, you go back and take it to your mother for a week, may you be well." The doctor then said.

"Thank you!" Du Fu replied politely, and then took out a few taels of silver from his sleeve and gave it to the doctor, who took the silver and expressed his affirmation.

Then Du Fu walked out of the medical hall, and the long-haired man with the medicinal herbs raised his head, looked at the starry sky at night, and thought to himself: "What a strange feeling, I actually miss Brother Li Bai a little, I missed this year's Beijing exam, and I can only wait for next year." ”

Du Fu shook the medicinal herbs in his hand, then smiled stupidly and walked towards the alley in Yangzhou City.

"Mother, I'm back!" Du Fu opened the door and shouted loudly inside.

I saw Du Fu put down the medicinal herbs in his hand, looked at the woman lying on the bed, and greeted politely: "Mother, do you feel better?" ”

"Well, Zimei, I have received your filial piety, but my mother is also an old bone, you can't take care of me for a lifetime, you have to take care of yourself, and win glory for the country in the future." The woman couldn't help but admonish him.

"What are you talking about, mother, it's not easy for you to raise me so big, I'll boil the medicine, you wait." Du Fu got up and walked to the back kitchen, began to burn the firewood, then opened the medicinal herbs, tore the cloth strips of the packaging, put them into the medicine jar according to the prescription process, and began to boil over a slow fire.

Suddenly, there was a slight coughing sound from the women in the room, and Du Fu immediately ran out of the back kitchen after hearing it, and said anxiously to the woman next to the bed: "Mother, what's wrong with you?" ”

The woman touched Du Fu's head and said with a smile: "Silly child, I'm fine, don't worry, be obedient." ”

Du Fu put away his nervousness and responded: "If you have something, you must tell me." ”

"Yes."

The woman replied weakly.

After Du Fu walked into the back kitchen, while adding firewood, while thinking about his mother's condition, the flame kept impacting the medicinal materials in the medicine jar, and there was a bitter smell of medicine, but the smell of firewood smoke was also relatively strong, Du Fu wiped his sour nose, only to see a twitch in his heart, Du Fu's clear eyes flowed out of a few hot tears, the firelight by the stove reflected on his exquisite facial features, but Yu hair was hot and warm, I don't know whether the firelight blurred the teardrops, or the teardrops appeared to shine in the firelight.

"I'm really useless, I can't even cure my mother's illness......" Du Fu complained to himself, and then added a few firewood to the stove, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the medicinal herbs began to slowly boil at the temperature of the flame.

"Mother, the medicine is good, it's a little hot, you drink it slowly." Du Fu blew the steaming decoction and whispered to the woman beside the bed.

"Well, Zimei, let's take a serious test next year, I want to see what you look like as a high school champion." The woman smiled at the long-haired man in front of her.

"Yes, Mother." Then Du Fu picked up the decoction and gave it to the woman.

Du Fu got up and said to the woman, "Mother, you rest for a while, and I'll go out to do something." ”

The woman said with concern: "Be careful on the road. ”

Du Fu walked to the Yangzhou City Wine Workshop, bought a few pots of fine wine, and sat alone in the wine shop and drank the wine.

I saw him thinking in his heart: "Along the way, I always feel that I have carried too much, but I don't know, this has become a burden for me, but the dream in the centrifugation is getting farther and farther away, so I am unwilling to ......."

I am so unwilling......

I'm really unwilling...

But what's the use?

For the rest of my life, I don't want to be decadent anymore.

Du Fu looked at the starry sky at night stupidly, only to see the beautiful moonlight scenery in Yangzhou City, revealing a deep and shallow smile, which made people feel intoxicated, whether they were intoxicated in this diffuse fragrance of wine, or sleeping in this quiet moonlight song.

Chang'an, Taiji Palace, inside the palace.

Yu Cheng looked at the warm treatment of the ministers of the Tang Dynasty at this time, as well as the majesty of the man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes in front of him, and Yang Guifei who danced a stunning dance in the palace, Yu Cheng only hoped that the prosperous Tang Dynasty could continue, and hoped that the prosperous Tang Dynasty would still be graceful.

There are a few more stars in the night, and the moonlight is sprinkled in this Tang Dynasty, and where the iron blade shines on the cold light, it is the territory.

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