[Biography] Xie Daoyun

[Biography] Xie Daoyun-Red beans are full of lovesickness and sorrow, and the green shirt forgets love.

That year, I went to Beijing. It was a scientific examination, and the scholars were full of people. Because he has always admired the high-ranking behavior of the great Duke of Confucianism and the supreme merit of Confucianism, he couldn't help but be eager to try this scene. I want to use my ability to determine the position of the top three, a small setback of the great Zhou's prestige, and the name of my Dihuang. At that time, it was a girl's heart. On the night of entering Beijing, she was wrapped in a silk scarf, dressed in a plain robe, tied with Luwen red catkins, and was completely dressed as a bachelor. Looking at his own appearance in the bronze mirror - the muscles are like Yaochi agar, and his eyes are condensed with the god of Danqing. The two eyebrows drawn are slightly upturned to set off a few traces of heroism, which faded the delicate style of his daughter's house, which is actually has a romantic charm. I fantasized about the joy of my father after success, and a light smile was raised at the corners of my mouth.

After a few days, I gradually met students from all over the world. It's not a problem to recite poems. I can also talk about politics and military affairs. Unconsciously, I was a little famous, and there was an endless stream of people who came to make friends. Sometimes I meet people with similar interests and have a good chat. But I always respect my father's order. I know that I am in a foreign country, and I can't go beyond the rules with my words and deeds, otherwise I will cause endless disasters. Therefore, although I am modest and kind to others, I am cautious in making friends. Even if I have a good impression, I dare not easily deal with my heart and lungs.

Until that day, the spring day was warm, and it was the spring season. I strolled along the riverside of the willow breeze, listening to the gentle song of birds, and the pleasure gushing from the bottom of my heart pushed the state affairs far behind me. Seeing that there was no one around, I couldn't help showing a little girl's mood. When he was about to fold the willows to make some gadgets, he suddenly became alert and seemed to be peeped. The cold light flashed in his eyes and quickly clenched the short dagger in his sleeve, but he did not dare to rush to take action. I have reached the spiritual wisdom, and I have a very detailed perception of the things around me. Those who can avoid my perception and are so close to me must not be weak. Is it... my identity..." I panicked. After all, it was the first time I encountered this situation. I couldn't help but feel a little weak, and I shouted in a hurry: Who?

A man in a blue shirt slowly came out of the plum garden on the shore, wearing a square scarf, holding a folding fan, painting ink plums, with a straight nose and a beautiful appearance, but his eyes were full of indifference. It seemed that everything in the world had nothing to do with him. Although he didn't seem to be looking at me, he seemed to have an invisible air machine to lock me. There seems to be no chance to kill." Thinking of this, I was relieved. The dagger in my hand loosened slightly, but I didn't dare to completely relax my vigilance. I heard that there was a new talent in Jingzhou. Wen Tao's martial arts skills are proficient. When I saw him today, I knew that he was still a martial arts master. The faint words make me feel like a spring breeze. This person's cultivation is really terrible. It's okay..." Thinking like this in his heart, he said, "I don't dare to be a talent. It's just a dance essay. Your Excellency suddenly stopped me, but what did you do? He was stunned and slowly dispersed around me. He closed his eyes and thought for a moment. He said, "It's really my negligence. Li Yixuan, a disciple of Confucianism, heard the name of the prince, and I came to see him." Confucianism... He is from the Jixia School, so it should be all right. Because of his status as a Confucian student, I was also a little more kind to him, so that he could chat a few more words, and it was getting late before I said goodbye. Before leaving, he asked, "Do you dare to ask the prince's name?" Thank you, Daoyan." Xie Daoyan, it's really an interesting name. He stood still and muttered to himself.

The results of the literary examination are roughly as I expected. He is the champion, and I am the flower exploration. After staying in Kyoto for more than a year, he took me to travel around the surrounding mountains and rivers, watching the tide rise and sunset. It seems that I am no longer as kind as I was when I first met him, but it seems to be an ignorant feeling. My father urged me to go home one after another, but I didn't want to, or I was reluctant to retreat one by one, but I knew that this was not a way after all, and I always had to go back. On the day I left, I told him everything and begged him to go back with me. I knew that glory and wealth could not touch his indifferent heart. I could only rely on my true feelings. He just stood silently, still in a green shirt, like a green plum in the snow, so beautiful, but so far away. Finally, he said to me with tears in his eyes, "You go." At that moment, who knew what kind of sadness I was. At both ends of the dream, there was no longer me. I asked him, "Why?" He didn't say anything and only left me an indifferent back. Even if you are ruthless, I can't forget you. In this life, I'm just you!" I shouted crazily at his back. He paused and never stopped leaving.

Many years later, he has become the champion of Shanda Zhou, and I am an Amei crutch that is always hidden behind the mask of the demon god, an iron-blooded figure who is good at killing the enemy with the art of war. I look forward to his arrival all the time, but I'm afraid that he will see what I am now. After all, I have been immersed in this ruthless royal struggle and bloody battle for so many years, and I am no longer the naive and simple thank you. On that day, I kept chasing to get rid of a future threat. I saw that the boy with only the power of ten dragons was no longer available, but he was suddenly blocked by a long silver river. It's the Haoran righteousness of Confucianism, isn't it... Yixuan!" I was shocked, and my eyes were sad. I didn't care about chasing the future enemy. I chased straight to the long silver river. "Really, it's Yixuan... I shouted hard, "Yixuan, come out and see me!" ...Why don't you come out to see me? ..." The long river suddenly stopped, and he slowly walked out of it. It was still the green shirt, like the spring breeze when we first met, and as cold as a cold plum. He called me, "Mei'er." I'm crazy, I'm crying, I understand - in his eyes, I'm A Mei, the princess of Di Huang, the daughter of the alien emperor, and the murderous woman. I can no longer become the Xie Daoyan who travels with him and declares that he wants to travel all over the world. I took off my mask and smiled miserably, "You know, I've been waiting for you for so many years..." In the face of my peerless face, he was indifferent and said, "I don't want to do what happened in those years. If I had known you were the princess of Dihuang, we wouldn't have known each other at all. . I can't let go of the people of Dazhou, and so do you. Xiaomei, we... are... impossible." I knew that what he said was true. What was really in front of us was really a mountain that could not be shaken at all. I only felt that my heart seemed to be gone. I stepped back two steps and fell to the ground helplessly. He stretched out his hand, and his eyes flashed with hesitation. After all, he still didn't help me up. The light and shadow flashed, leaving only his helpless sigh, "Forget love..."

--------------------------liu xu zhu qing bi jian

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