312 Jialan Rain
The sound of prosperity broke into the empty door and broke the world
The dream is cold and turns a lifetime of love debts and a few more books
If you default to life and death, etc.
Wait for the rings of the year after circle
Li Dashuai sang "Jilan Rain" happily and looked at the snowflakes falling outside the window. After Zhang Qian left, no one paid attention to him anymore.
"What song are you singing? It's very beautiful." Luo Jialan in a snow-white long skirt stood in front of Marshal Li, and a slender hand in white gloves reached out in front of him and invited him to jump.
"My dance is so bad that I will step on your feet." Li Dashuai nervously said that he had learned it in college social studies, but this skill had not been used since he graduated from college, and he had been unfamiliar with it for a long time. He replied, "I sang "Ja Lan Yu", and your name reminds me of this song."
Luo Jialan continued to stretch out his delicate hand: "Can you sing it to me?"
"It's a great honor!" The most difficult thing to accept the beauty's kindness. Seeing the persistent Luo Jialan, Li Xiang really couldn't refuse. He smiled and took out his white gloves and put them on. "Everything should be in line with the rules!" He said with a smile, then gently grasped the jade hand, turned slightly, and waited for the beat.
"After this dance, you have to sing it to me." Rajia Lanning, who was held by Marshal Li, stood up and said.
When the Mazurka dance music began, Li Dashuai clumsily stepped on one foot and stretched out the other foot, so he really danced the huge dance steps as he was frankly. His body was sometimes panicked and uncoordinated, and then he was with the messy kicking sound of the bottom of his boots and the random touch of his feet. He turned around the ballroom in a hurry.
Luo Jialan's beautiful posture fluttered around like a butterfly next to Marshal Li. She shortened or lengthened her small feet in white satin shoes in time, and deftly avoided the stinky feet stepped by Marshal Li. It was difficult to notice, but it was more beautiful to dance. Her eyes flowed like a light dance coming from the waves, just like an angel coming to the world. She looks extremely noble today. She is like an ivory statue, and her whole body seems to shine softly.
They attracted the attention of the whole hall.
When he was in the limelight, Marshal Li obviously wanted to do his best to dance all the beautiful and fast dance steps he wanted to dance, but his skills were really unfamiliar, but fortunately, with the help of Luo Jialan, a dance master, he still tried to dance twice. Marshal Li quickly forked his legs and closed them again and again. Although his movements were slightly stiff, he hurriedly knelt down on one leg. Luo Jialan smiled and straightened out the skirt he hung, and calmly jumped around him.
At this time, everyone applauded warmly. Of course, the applause only belongs to the dance master Luo Jialan.
Marshal Li stood up and danced this circle, which was more tiring than playing a set of long fists. Today's miraculously failure to step on the female partner is not because of the improvement of Li's skills, but because the female companion's skills are too high.
Luo Jialan danced with the worst male partner in history. He was also very tired. The tip of his small and pointed nose was also covered with a layer of fine sweat, and he was unable to dance another one.
She gasped, put her arms around Li's neck and gave her a kiss. In Li Marshal's ear, he said, "It's your turn to sing for me."
Luo Jialan let go of Li Marshal, covered her mouth and smiled. Her smile made the flowers shake, and the hearts of the men in the hall jump wildly.
Li Dashuai didn't refuse, and he liked the things that were in the limelight. Come to the front seat of the piano and move your fingers. This is also the unique skill of picking up girls in college. It is very lame, but there are very few real people who know goods in that era, so his unique skill of picking up girls is unfavorable.
Da Shuai Li sings while playing:
The sound of prosperity broke into the empty door and broke the world
The dream is cold and turns a lifetime of love debts and a few more books
If you default to life and death, etc.
Wait for the rings of the year after circle
Whose soul has been broken by several layers of the Futu Tower
The pain went straight to the mountain gate of a broken lamp
Let me wait for history to turn around
Wait for the wine to be mellow and wait for you to play a guzheng
The rain is deep in the old hometown
I heard that you are always alone
The mottled gate is coiled against the old tree roots
What echoes on the slate is to wait
The rain is deep in the old hometown
I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city
The sound of the suburban flute falls on the wild village
Fate has taken root for us
Listen to the laughter of youth and envy many people
That historical book is too gentle and refuses to write.
Fireworks are easy to be cold and easy to divide
And you are asking me if I'm still serious
Who else is waiting for a thousand years later?
And how can the history not be true of Wei Shu Luoyang City
If you are going through the previous life
Follow the world and follow me for a lifetime
The rain is deep in the old hometown
I heard that you are always alone
The mottled gate is coiled against the old tree roots
What echoes on the slate is to wait
The rain is deep in the old hometown
I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city
The sound of the suburban flute falls on the wild village
Fate has taken root for us
The rain is deep in the old hometown
I heard that you are always alone
The mottled gate is coiled against the old tree roots
What echoes on the slate is to wait
It's raining one after another. The plants and trees in the old hometown are deep
I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city
The sound of the suburban flute falls on the wild village
Fate has taken root for us
Fate has taken root for us
Listen to the sound of rain at Jialan Temple and look forward to eternity
The song is over, and the music stops.
After a long time, the whole audience gave thunderous applause and unconsciously praised.
Finally, someone came to deal with Marshal Li.
The Wumu Mountain Monk praised: "This song should only be heard in the sky, and it has to be heard a few times in the world. Does the allusion behind the lyrics come from "Luoyang Jialan Ji"?
"Yes." The admiration of General Li's answer is worthy of a generation of famous monks.
Luo Jialan's beautiful eyes turned his face and said with a coquettish smile, "Luoyang Jialan Ji is a masterpiece that integrates Buddhist allusions, literary brush strokes, dynasty history, and geography and humanities. It was written by Yang Xuanzhi, a native of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and was written in the time of Emperor Xiaojing of the Eastern Wei Dynasty. Because of its unique historical narrative method, "Luoyang Jialan Ji" together with "Water Classic Notes" and "Qi Min's Jushu" are called the three strange books of the Northern Wei Dynasty in the past century. She quietly revealed her literary accomplishment, which aroused a burst of heartfelt praise.
Li Xiang said leisurely: "What "Jia Lan Yu" describes is the love story between a general Liu Song of the Southern Dynasty and his beloved woman in Luoyang City, the millennium ancient capital of Yang Xuan more than 1,500 years ago. After the general met the woman because of fate, the two fell in love at first sight and decided to live for life. At this time, the general was recruited by the imperial court to fight at the border. In the chaos of successive years, Luoyang has been reduced to ruins and dilapidated. In the end, after the woman's hard work hard to meet the general, she fell into a nun. When the general returned after the wind and frost, he came back to find the woman's family. In the ancient temple, she has already passed away. The generals can only listen to the outside of Jialan Ancient Temple. The rain falls one after another. Looking back on the years when they envied others, they sighed at the personnel, but like fireworks, it is easy to be cold and easy to divide.
Luo Jialan said softly, "This must be an extremely touching story like a song. Can you tell it in detail?"
Even Wang Jingwei had to admit that Li wanted to speak with great content and imagination. Looking at the women, Luo Jialan's eyes showed an intoxicated look. Miss Song also listened very attentively. The ladies and the ladies stopped whispering, holding their breath and listening attentively.
Looking at Luo Jialan's expectant eyes, he first took a deep look at her, then showed his snow-white and neat teeth to the women. He smiled and said slowly, "The story of Jialan Rain took place in the Northern and Southern Dynasties. At that time, the Southern Song Dynasty, led by Liu Yu, Emperor Wu of the Song Dynasty, and the Northern Wei Dynasty, led by Tuoba Kui, Emperor Daowu, was Chinese history. The last period of the division between the north and the south. Due to the expansion of power and the annexation of territory between the Northern and Southern Dynasties, there were continuous wars, during which the Southern Dynasties lost more and less... And the story of "Ja Lan Yu" is a description of a sad and beautiful love story in that era of war.
Everyone was stunned and very interested. At the beginning of the story, it can be imagined that Yiren's tears were flowing, and there was an empty door on his lips. Fallen leaves into the flowing water, it is the fate of a thousand years that can't stop. Nostalgia is the old place, which has been spotted for a long time. Unable to lock it, there is a lot of red dust. In the story, there are many broken hearts, endless lovesickness, and recitation over and over again.
"It's raining, and the general looked at the misty rain outside the door, and his thoughts drifted far away..." Li Xiang's voice shook in the quiet space, and there was an unspeakable mystery and appeal. He continued at a very slow pace: "It was not during the reign of Emperor Wen of Song. The general was still very young. He was ordered to be stationed in Luoyang City, during which he met a local woman. At first sight, he soon made a private life. At this time, the Northern Wei Dynasty invaded, and the general was ordered to go on an expedition. When he left, he took the woman's hand: "When I win, I will definitely come back to marry you..." The two said goodbye in the past. The woman guarded at the gate, watching the general sitting on the saddle and leaving without looking back..."
"He Riping Hu Fu, the good man stopped the expedition." Miss Song said softly. The lonely back is endless, and there is too much helplessness. The laughter, familiar but strange, was like a murmur in your ear.
Although it is a very vulgar story, they all want to listen to it. Even Wang Jingwei is no exception. Maybe the song shocked them too much, because they are in such a troubled world, and they have a personal experience.
Li Xiang smiled and said, "The general has been on this expedition for several months. During this period, Liu Song was defeated and retreated. Emperor Wen of Song beheaded two generals in a row. The Northern Wei attacked the whole line and forcibly crossed the Yellow River. Emperor Wen of Song did not listen to the courtiers and launched a strong attack. Invincible, Luoyang was lost, and Emperor Song had to withdraw his troops."
"Ah!" Luo Jialan exclaimed nervously, "What about the general?"
Li Xiang smiled and shook his head and said, "It's okay. The seriously injured general is exiled in a foreign country. After the general recovered from his injury, he wanted to go back to the court, but at this time, Liu Song had gone, and there was only one way to go back. The general has never been afraid of death, but thinking about the previous oath and the act of killing the good generals of Emperor Wen of Song, he was so cold. In desperation, he surrendered himself to another country, hoping that one day he would calm the war and return to her side.
Miss Song looked at him and said, "What should the woman in Luoyang City do?"
Li Xiang said softly, "They cherish the gate. Infatuated women often sit on a slate and wait for their beloved to come back. Every time she meets the person who comes back in front of her, the woman asks if she has seen the general, but there has never been any news of the general's victory.
Everyone didn't say anything and knew that there was still a follow-up story.
"When everything is over, I hear the sadness of thousands of years. People are scattered, and I can't guess who is right and who is right. It's nostalgia, but I can't tell the original appearance. Li thought, "The infatuated woman has never given up and is still waiting day after day."
Bitter waiting, it is a circle of rings, the story of coming and going, can't repeat the heartache of lovesickness.
He only listened to him and said, "The story of this infatuated woman finally spread to the general's ears. But the general can't go back. At this time, Northern Wei has moved its capital to Luoyang. This is an indisputable fact. The war between the Northern and Southern Dynasties is still going on. He must live until the end of the war..."
Li Xiang looked deeply at Luo Jialan and said as if he were only telling her, "I don't know how many years the war has finally ended. For the first time, the general returned to the place where he thought about day and night. Dressed as a civilian, he came to the dilapidated and already mottled gate. He went to the place where they were separated. Next to the already withered tree, he touched the stone slab she sat on when she was waiting for him to return every day... The elegant sound of the whistle came from the suburbs. Passers-by told the general that there was a woman here who had been waiting. The return of her beloved... He set foot on the familiar land again, but the feelings in his heart were so complicated, as if everything had returned to the years when others were envious... He looked for her in this dilapidated lonely city, but he still couldn't find it. The rain in the sky fell one after another... He believed that she had been waiting for him... The old man in the lonely city Tell him that she has always been alone... until the day of death..."
Li Xiang stretched out and said, "The sound of wooden fish in Jialan Temple, and the rain in the sky is still falling one after another, bit by bit, falling on the stone slab outside the Zen room..."
No one spoke, and even Sun Yat-sen and Huang Xing, who only knew how to pursue revolutionary ideals, aroused their minds and resonated.
Whose idea has been broken in this troubled world? The sound of wooden fish, the heartache of beating. Ren's thoughts are constantly worrying. In a word, endless waiting, the green lantern screen window saw through the red dust, returned outside the door, but they looked at each other speechlessly, sighed at life, but it was as easy to be cold as fireworks, and endless pain after gorgeous.
Huang Zongyang, a famous monk, first broke the silence and said, "It is said that Yang Xuan, the Sima of the Fujun Mansion of the Northern Wei Dynasty, passed Luoyang. He saw "the collapse of the city, the overthrow of the official room, the ashes of the temple, and the ruins of the temple tower". He witnessed that "the walls are covered with wormwood, the alleys and thorns, the beasts are hole in the barren steps, and the mountain and birds nests in the trees", sighed that "there are more than a thousand temples in the surface. Today, there are few, and the sound of bells is rare." He relives the past and wrote the "Luoyang Jialan Record". Is this book just about separation, sorrow and hatred like "Ja Lan Yu"? If so, it will not have such a high historical status. Yang Xuanzhi used the rise and fall of the Buddhist temple to reflect the rise and fall of the country, allowing us to see that it took only 40 years for the powerful Northern Wei Dynasty to die - really like fireworks.
Sun Yat-sen smiled and said, "When it comes to luxury, the first thing people think of is the Western Jin Dynasty. Shi Chong and others are keen on fighting for wealth, and senior officials are squandering. The Northern Wei Dynasty is far from it. It is said that Yin Jian is not far away, but the Northern Wei Dynasty not only did not learn the lessons of the Western Jin Dynasty, but repeated the same mistakes. Then he laughed and said, "Now Manting has not repeated the mistakes of history. The Three Seas Project is that Cixi is digging the grave for Manting."
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