"Such a good time and beautiful scenery, but I do not know with whom to tell." A nun dressed in dark clothes inside the Faling Temple in Chang'an mumbled as she thought. Her look was haggard and full of sadness written on her face, with a flavor of "no greater sorrow than death of the heart". Suddenly, the nun's expression suddenly changed up, like shy joy, like pouting, like sweetness, like sadness, like ...... that expression for a time to change non-stop.
Who is she? Why to this hair cut as a nun? Why there are so many sorrows pasted all over the brow. These you and I do not know, the only thing you can know is that she must be a woman with a story.
"Come on, come on, brother Han, for your literary talent, drink again." A man around 25 years old, wearing a hair-binding embedded treasure purple gold crown on his head, with a handsome and elegant figure, dressed in green clothes, said to a man sitting across from him who was around 20 years old, with a long figure, elegant and picturesque face, and a calm and relaxed demeanor, dressed in black clothes.
The man in green is named Li Sheng, a rich boy, who likes to make friends with a handsome man. The man in black called Han Junping, the specific history is not known, only know is a Beijing to catch the examination of the students. Recently, the two met in a restaurant, talking about various views and insights are very close, so all day drinking, dancing and ink. It didn't take long for them to become good friends, and they let go of some of their words.
At the time of the reign of the Kaiyuan era, the literati style is popular. Drinking to half-healthy, Li Sheng clapped his hands, and soon a team of singers came in and began to dance. The dance is dynamic and beautiful, coupled with the stimulation of wine, Han Junping looked at the eyes, especially in the middle of the songstress, is more charming and touching.
She was dressed in a pink palace dress, the waist bundled white ribbon, the waist is too small to hold, set off the graceful figure. Headed by the flying star by the moon bun, did not give too much powder, eyebrows knit spring mountain, eye knit autumn water, curling, cloud sleeve dance is "Chu waist thin palm light", charming boneless, into the Yan three points. After a dance, the beauty has retreated to the back of the hall, Han Junping is still there, looking at, savoring.
Li Sheng saw this, had to clap his hands again, the woman and Ying Ying stepped to the house. "Brother Han, come, I'll introduce you, this is my house's songstress Liu. Quickly greet Mr. Han." Liu's shear water pupils turned, and she bowed her head and bent down to give Han Junping a blessing. The gentleness of that bowed head was better than the lotus-like shyness, and looking at Han Junping's heart moved again. This Han Gongzi, Liu is aware of, before, several times to hear Li Sheng unintentionally mentioned, praised his talent, today a see, and was impressed by his handsome appearance, the heart secretly touched up.
So after this, after Han Junping and Liu's several times in the garden of Li's house inadvertently met, each other is the heart of the secret. Li Sheng did not take long to also notice the situation, so Han Junping and Liu's called to the side, open the door to ask: "Han brother, whether it is interested in my family's Liu's?" "I, I ......" For a moment Han Junping didn't know how to answer, both for fear of abrupt family members, but also for fear of angering Li Sheng, causing Liu's grudging eyes to gouge him out. Seeing this brow to brow scene, Li Sheng heart has a number, in order to befriend Han Junping, simply directly Liu's promised to him, and also sent a large number of money to let him soon after the early start of a family.
After their marriage, the two lived a sweet and nourishing life, Han Junping and Liu's every day, like glue. One admired his talent, and the other loved her tenderness. You comb your hair, I draw eyebrows; you pen, I grind; you read, I add incense, see never tired of the magnificent generation, talk endlessly about the wind and flowers, stay never tired of the morning and evening. Two people love life is really envious of others. Unfortunately, the days of happiness are always very short, not long after the end of the year, Han Junping was Ziziqing Festival Minister Hou Xiyi recruited to the Shogunate as engaged.
That year, when he set out on that day, on the bank of the Ba Bridge, on the banks of the Willow Lake, the willows, the season of the tourists, the breeze and warmth, everything looks so beautiful, but not blowing away the sadness of the two people's hearts. The two stood facing each other, clasping hands, telling endless love in the fingertips flow, passed into each other's hearts, and the endless oath of alliance also swirled in the heart. For a long time, Han Junping folded a branch of peach blossom inserted in the Liu's hair between the bun, looking at this person than the sedan chair pretty face, the corner of the eye secretly moist. Liu also gifted him a willow, send thoughts and wish him a safe journey. "When the flowers bloom on the street next year, I'll be back." Han Junping said this to her before he left.
Less than half a year after Han Junping's departure, the Anshi Rebellion broke out, and the rebels were so fierce that they overran Chang'an, and the emperor was whisked away to Chengdu. Liu, however, did not go, she still remembered his words before he left: "When the stranger flowers bloom, I will come back." She wanted to stay here and wait for her husband, she was afraid that once she left, he wouldn't be able to find his way home. However, in order to avoid the harassment of the rebels, she resolutely destroyed her form and cut her hair to become a nun, and stayed quietly in the Fa Ling Temple all the time. "April on earth is over, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temples are beginning to bloom." Every year when the peach blossom season is in full bloom, she will silently wait for his return, day after day, year after year.
A few years later, Chang'an and Luoyang were recovered. But Liu has not been waiting for the return of his husband. Every time she can only "Xiangwang dream" will, but woke up tears have been wet brocade coverlet. Liu's now only want to see him, even if it is just a glance, "the golden wind and jade dew a meeting, will be better than the world countless." Today would have liked to go to the Baling Bridge to see, but every time I saw the place where I was sent off, leaving sadness, not to go. Time passes slowly like this, "year after year flowers are similar, year after year people are different". The only thing that remains unchanged is that Liu's heart waiting for his return. The first heart does not forget the year, so infatuation does not change.
? "Knock, knock, knock," a knock sounded outside the door, interrupting the nun's thoughts. "Come in." She shouted softly towards the door.
? "Senior Madam, this morning when I went to the street to buy something, I stumbled upon an interesting thing, someone was searching for someone and prepared many pockets with bags of sand and gold, and there was a poem written on the pockets, here is the poem, take a look." A little nun who came in said to her with a mouthful of cloth in her hand.
"Zhangtai willow, Zhangtai willow! The old green (the old days rely on) is not there today? Even if the long stripes seem to be hanging down, it should be climbed and folded by other people's hands." The deep-clothed nun held the cloth bag in her hand and suddenly whimpered after reading.
"Master Mrs., Master Mrs., what's wrong with you?" The young nun asked hurriedly.
"Nothing, you go down and get busy first." After the little nun left, the deep-clothed nun lost her voice and cried again. After a while slightly organized and then with a pen on the cloth bag wrote a reply and told the little nun to send it.
"The willow branch , the festival. I hate to give away every year. A leaf with the wind and suddenly report the fall, even if the king to how can not be folded."
Since then, the deep-clothed nun never went out again, and began to live in the hut next to the peach blossoms at the back of this temple, staying there day after day. No one knows what she is doing, no one knows what she is thinking.
At this time it is also the willow, peach blossom season, the peach blossom bloom is very colorful, very colorful, pink at the petals occupy the whole world. But the scene that should be romantic and cozy looks a little lonely, a little lonely, as if something is missing.
"Da da, da da, da da." Someone came from the other end of the trail. The footsteps were slow and the voice was soft, as if they were afraid of disturbing something. The nun's heart, however, fluttered, but she didn't dare to turn around. Not long after, the figure of a middle-aged man with a slight vicissitude appeared in front of her.
For a long time, the nun in dark clothes back to God, the line of sight after a while to focus on the person, convinced that it is really "deep dreamer". They gazed at each other quietly, each other clasped hands, without saying a word. But see the hot tears from the corner of the eye slowly sliding down, drip, drip fall on the grass. For a while it is actually "holding hands and looking at each other's tears, but no words to choke."
"Liu ......, let's go home." The man's slightly hoarse voice said to the nun.
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