99 materials also feel that the world is tasteless
Liu Liang heard Liu Juan say that he had picked up two pieces of jadeite wool at the riverside the next day when he was having dinner. His brother worked in this industry and he had some knowledge about it. When he saw the piece of jadeite,
The woolen material was full of green, so I knew it was a real guy. He couldn't help laughing. He looked at his son and said, "Yes, your boy is still a god of wealth. Let's go to your uncle's house. I can finally live here."
I’m here. I won’t look at those scum anymore…”
As he spoke, he couldn't help but shed tears. He put down the bottle and sang loudly:
When has this hatred ended?
The steps are empty, the rain breaks in the colder weather, and the weather is full of flowers.
The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is a dream that should be awakened after a long time.
Materials are also felt, and the world is tasteless.
It's not as dusty as the night platform, it's deserted and a place of sorrow.
The sweet promise was abandoned!
If the heavy spring is sent by Pisces,
I wish I could know him, who I can depend on for all my joys and sorrows over the years.
I have been turning my back on my side since the end of the night, can I bear to listen to the Xiang string and pay attention to it?
When they get married, he will become a close friend, but he is also afraid that both of them will die.
It's time to meet Xing again, the remaining moon is in the zero wind. The clear tears are gone, and the paper is ashes.
Liu Juan knew that this was "Golden Thread Song", which was a representative work among Nalan Xingde's mourning poems.
Xingde's wife, Mrs. Lu, returned home at the age of 18. The couple had a deep love for each other, but unfortunately passed away after three years.
Nalan's poems are "sad and beautiful" and "cannot be read", which can be seen from this.
Liu Juan knew that Nalan Xingde died at the age of thirty-two. The year of his death was twenty-four, and he composed this piece of "Golden Thread Song" for three years. In five years, he himself would "bury his worries."
underground".
After Lu's death, he actually "continued his relationship", but the wish to "have a close friend in another person" and the feeling that "the world is boring" almost gripped his heart for the last ten years or so.
Liu Liang likes Nalan Ci, and often gets drunk and cries without realizing it. Liu Liang often says that he is "not a rich flower in the world."
This is "Picking Mulberries."
The sentences in "Ode to Snowflakes", this frightening heartbeat, can be said to be the concentrated expression of an uncomfortable and restless soul.
"Golden Thread Song" is a representative work among the works mourning the death.
The poem starts abruptly: "When will this hatred end?" This is a sentence adapted from Li Zhiyi's "Bu Suanzi" "When will this water stop, when will this hatred end?", starting with a rhetorical question, which expresses the poet's heart towards Lu's death.
Deep, long and endless sorrow.
And what Liu Liang's "When will this hatred end?" refer to, Liu Juan naturally doesn't know.
Xiao Hong smiled coldly: "What hatred do you have? You are a coward, you are an alcoholic. Hate, what hatred do you have?"
Liu Liang laughed loudly, and said loudly with tears in his eyes: "What hatred do I have! What hatred do I have! Letting down Xinliang, it's a dream in the dark moon.
In the sycamore tree, it rains in the middle of the night. Ignorance and love are suffering. Every leaf, every sound, drips from the empty steps until dawn."
Xiao Hong couldn't help crying and said sharply: "It doesn't matter if you are talented, you don't know how to be a human being. Do you know that this is a human world, you have no backing, no money, and more importantly, you don't know how to be a human being."
If you know how to be a human being, you will never have a chance, and you will always be a useless person."
Liu Liang laughed loudly: "I, Liu Liang, can't be a corrupt official, a shameless villain, or a hypocrite!"
Liu Juan shouted loudly: "What are you doing, Dad? Why don't you go to uncle's place?"
Liu Liang wiped away his tears and said, "Go, why don't you go. My life is over. I still have a good son. I have no regrets in this life!"
Xiao Hong watched their father and son leave happily. She looked at the moonlight that was as turbid as wine, and her heart felt sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy. For a moment, her head went blank.
