life as if we had just met in the beginning (idiom); as if we had just met in the beginning
Initially cosy, like a dreamy feeling, a knitted brows, a word and a smile, such as the spring breeze, such as the fading rain shower. That kind of thumping, that kind of sprouting, like a ball of flame, ignited that boundless thought.
If life is only like the first time you see, look back, prosperous world, passing clouds, just that a remnant of the original thought, tears in the heart, then only is unusual. Once beautiful has become a water and moon mirror flower, tearful eyes, in that look back at the idea, falling flowers and flowing spring also, heaven and earth.
The schoolgirl standing on the stage, Mo’er, only listened to this sentence, and then burst into tears!
The crowd had not yet come to their senses from the first line, when Feng Shanshui read out the second line of the poem as well:
“What’s the matter with the autumn wind and the painting fan?
This line is an allusion to the abandonment of Ban Jieyu of the Han Dynasty. Ban Jieyu was a concubine of Emperor Cheng of Han Dynasty, but was slandered by Zhao Feiyan and retired to the Cold Palace. Later, she wrote a poem called “Grievance Song Xing” in which she used the autumn fan as a metaphor to express her resentment of being abandoned. This is to say that they loved each other at the beginning, but later became abandoned each other today.
The schoolgirl on the stage was originally just a tearful schoolgirl, but at this time a little teardrop has already slipped down her cheeks!
The brush in Zhu Pingan’s hand sped up, swish swish swish and write furiously.
“The heart of an old man can change at leisure, but the heart of an old man can change easily.”
These few words, extremely euphemistic and sentimental flavour, just two sentences is better than a thousand words, all the unspeakable complexity of life seems to be due to this sentence and surged to the heart, calling for a thousand feelings. The world is like a white cloud, changing rapidly, the fate is scattered, people are always between that look back, the beauty will disappear. Heartache, but can only be helpless, looking back, tears dark bullet. The moon has the yin and yin and round and missing, people have sadness and joy, those who have disturbed the love and hate, has been just like a river of spring water to the east.
These few lines down, the crowd has not only changed their face, some seem to be stirred up the heartstrings, seem to remember once; some quietly listening, want to hear the later verses; of course there are many people frowned, this kind of verse full of life sense, feelings, is such a seemingly hairy teenager can do it? It was very doubtful.
Zhu Pingan had always acted in a low-key manner, seldom with the crowd, peer candidates had left at least five or six poems in Anqing Prefecture, and Zhu Pingan had only two of them in the Shocking Immortal Poetry Society, and they were still the ones that made people full of doubts.
Small talent is there, but big talent, everyone is still full of doubt.
After all, this kind of poems can be a hundred years old, how can it be a only thirteen years old, not the slightest bit of fame of the young man to do it. Especially this kind of need emotional experience to do out of the poetry, even from a hair did not find all the hands of the teenager, this is really hard to believe.
Tongcheng Xia Luoming stood quietly on the side, the usual arrogance on her face was gone, slightly open-mouthed as she looked at Zhu Pingan, unable to see through him.
The site discussion has gradually become louder and louder, more scepticism, less admiration.
Zhu Pingan seems to be unable to hear the voices of the crowd, unable to see the changes in the feelings of the crowd, continued to stand there writing furiously, the remaining verses in one go:
“Lixan’s words to stop the clear night and a half tears and rain and zero bells will never complain
“How can I be as fortunate as the man in the brocade clothes who wished for wings and branches on the same day?”
Zhu Pingan’s last stroke fell, and Feng Shanshui next to him seemed to be quite emotional as well, re-reading the entire poem.
The female school secretary who was standing on the stage was looking at Zhu Pingan with a burning gaze, and was already in tears.
The lyrics are simply too suitable for this kind of flamboyant place, the whole poem is in the tone of a woman who has lost her love to condemn the heartless jin yi lang. The first line is very novel, originally the two love, hate can not be day and night, but if you know that sooner or later separation, it is better to keep the “first sight” that kind of if the good. Then depicts the change of heart of the person often accused of full of infatuation but for no reason to be abandoned by the first party to change their hearts, the love and hate of the lost woman’s love and grief can be seen. Afterwards, the allusion to the Hall of Eternal Life on the eve of the seventh day of the seventh month is cited to condemn the lover who, although he had made a promise on that day, has now turned his back on his love and deserted his duty!
In the end, I can only say, life is only like the first time.
After reading the whole poem, we have mixed feelings, this is definitely a poem that can be immortalised for generations, but from the hand of a young man who has not even grown his hair and doesn’t know what love is, how to look at it how to make people suspicious.
The female school secretary, Mo’er, who was touched by her heartstrings and could not help herself, had already wet her veil with tears and made a bow to Zhu Pingan.
Some people saw the schoolgirl’s action at the first time, and when the schoolgirl’s words of gratitude had not yet been uttered, they preempted Zhu Pingan’s questioning.
“Did you make this poem yourself?”
Zhu Pingan put down the brush in his hand, glanced at the person, smiled slightly, and asked rhetorically, “Is it hard to believe that you made it?”
The man was speechless, stunned for a moment, then asked again, “You’re only a thirteen year old boy, how could you make such feelings of love and hate in life?”
Many people who had the same question could not help but agree.
Zhu Pingan smiled and asked softly, “Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?”
The man did not hesitate, “Naturally the truth.”
“The truth is, I have never eaten pork, but I commonly see a herd of fat pigs whistling in the mountains.”
If you have never eaten pork, haven’t you ever seen a pig run. History is not devoid of touching and hateful love stories, and where are the few words of the flirtatious geniuses and pretty women.
Slightly stunned, the man asked again. “False words?”
“Falsehood is that is what I copied a compound surname Nalan named Sex Virtue, the word Rongruo, the number of drinking water of the guy’s.”
Nalan Shide? What a strange name, this is where people, why have not heard?
In the crowd puzzled, Zhu Pingan has turned to leave, the red wine and green drunken gentleman building, did not let Zhu Pingan more to stay a glance.
“Sir, please stay.”
Even the female school secretary, who had been sought after by the crowd for several years and was still wearing a veil, had already placed her hand on the veil, and was about to pull it off to reveal her beautiful face in the next second, but had not allowed Zhu Ping An to turn back and take another look.
When everyone reacted, Zhu Pingan had already gone downstairs.
Then, the crowd could only vaguely see the young man with the black wooden board through the window, once again stepping into the wind and rain.
Different paths, not the same!
Zhu Pingan, who was walking in the storm, softly murmured a sentence, and then took large strides in the direction of the inn.
I don’t know if the uneaten meal, whether the inn is still left, originally did not even eat much it, grabbed out of the handful of money is more or less, leaving by the townspeople pulled too hastily. In the drunken gentleman building so tossed, the stomach is more hungry. Rain seems to be bigger, the wind is also tight, soaked clothes stick to the body, can not block the wind and rain cold, or hurry back to the inn, drink a bowl of ginger soup, take a hot bath to change into clean clothes!
