Bai Juyi (1): I made you laugh, I am so affectionate!

As a aside, from a personal perspective, I like Bai Juyi very much. It's not that I'm passionate, but I've seen too many separations and reunions among people around me. There are really too few people who have long-lasting love now.

Let’s get back to the point, talking about Bai Juyi, everything starts with the happy (qi) and happy (pa) marriage of his parents. The Bai family is a family of officials. Although their official positions are not very high, they can be considered a family of officials, poets and calligraphers.

Bai Juyi’s grandmother married into the Chen family and gave birth to his mother. When his mother was eight years old, her grandfather died. In ancient times, women did not have the right to inherit. The miserable Chen family's property was occupied by clan members and their nephews, and the mother and daughter were driven back to their parents' home. The mother and daughter were helpless and living under someone else's roof.

Seven years later, Bai Juyi’s grandmother married her fifteen-year-old daughter to her forty-one-year-old brother (knock on the blackboard, emphasis!). Let me clarify the relationship. My uncle married his niece. Even more ruthless than Empress Lu back then. Emperor Hui of the Han Dynasty Liu Ying and Princess Lu Yuan were forced by their power-obsessed mother, but Liu Ying never touched her niece until her death. Empress Zhang was still a virgin when she died. body.

But our Bai Juyi’s parents are different. Bai Juyi's mother gave birth to Bai Juyi when she was eighteen years old. According to folklore, if the age difference between parents is large, the children will be smarter. Bai Juyi found the source of his intelligence. However, modern science says that marriage between close relatives will lead to IQ defects. Bai Juyi seems not to be affected, which shows that he had good skills when he was reincarnated.

Bai Juyi was born in the mid-Tang Dynasty. Not long after the Anshi Rebellion was put down, the separatism of feudal towns continued. To avoid the war, the Bai family moved several times. Bai Juyi also went to Jiangnan alone to seek refuge with relatives and lived there for several years.

When he was twenty-three years old, he returned to his second hometown of Fuli, where he met Xiang Ling again. The ugly duckling back then has turned into a white swan. Bai Juyi first fell in love (23 years old, so early, cough cough!), and they fell in love.

The two young men hooked up just because they took one more look in the crowd. Throwing small handkerchiefs, passing small notes, saying love words, hooking little hands, slowly it became like glue.

Bai Juyi also wrote a poem for this: "Long Love"

In September, the west wind blows, and the moon is cold and dewy.

The autumn night is long when I miss you, and my soul rises nine times in one night.

The east wind comes in February, and the grass is torn apart and the flowers are blooming.

I miss you so late in spring, I have nine bowel movements a day.

I live in the north of Luoqiao, and you live in the south of Luoqiao.

We met when we were fifteen, and we are twenty-three this year.

Like female dill grass, growing on the side of pine trees.

The vines are short and the branches are tall and bitter, and you can’t get back up.

People say that if you have a wish, your wish will come true.

I would like to be like a beast in the distance, walking shoulder to shoulder step by step.

I would like to be a tree in the deep mountains, with branches and branches growing together.

Love cannot be hidden, and the love that could not be hidden in the corners of the eyes and brows of these young people finally betrayed them. Bai Juyi's mother was too deeply poisoned by feudal ethics and would not agree to this marriage anyway.

It’s really laughable for a girl to secretly find her husband’s family. Moreover, her family has a rural registered permanent residence, while ours has an urban registered permanent residence. She is from the poor generation, and we are from the official generation. If we want to climb high, there is no way.

Bai Juyi became so stubborn that he lay in bed without eating or drinking, and went on a hunger strike for three days and three nights. Bai's mother had no choice but to trick her son into saying that he was about to take the Jinshi exam. If you want to pass the Jinshi exam, I will help you. Bai Juyi heard that he jumped up from the bed and fainted with a "pop" due to insufficient blood supply to his brain.

From then on, Bai Juyi studied harder. He read too much and developed sores on his mouth and tongue, calluses on his elbows, and his eyes were highly myopic. "Now that I am twenty, I have classes on poetry during the day, reading at night, and poetry classes every now and then, without skipping a night's sleep. My mouth and tongue have become sores, and my elbows have become calluses." You can't survive without going mad.

At the age of twenty-seven, Xiang Ling tearfully sent Bai Juyi away. On the eve of leaving, Xiang Ling gave him the most precious first time. This was a gift that Xiang Ling gave him in advance. .

Our Bai Juyi looks back every step he takes, and his thoughts are stronger than the vitality of weeds. How deep the love is, how long the longing is.

"Send to Xiangling"

The tears in my eyes are so cold that they don't flow, and I look back every time I pass a high place.

After knowing farewell from afar, in the west building, I should lean on the railing and worry alone.

"A Night in the Cold Boudoir"

In the middle of the night, my quilt is cold, and I am too lazy to sleep alone.

The incense in the cage is burned out, and the tears in the towel turn into ice.

To be with the cherished shadow, I keep the lights on all night long.

Bai Juyi was named on the gold medal list and ran home happily all the way. He can marry a wife, haha! ! !

The mother, who was originally smiling, immediately changed her face when her son mentioned Xiang Ling again. This was originally a delaying strategy. The mother thought that her son would go to Chang'an and meet the beautiful girls outside, so that when he came back, he would forget about the filthy country girl Xiang Ling, but the result was that her son still missed her.

"Mother, you agreed back then." Bai Juyi knelt on the ground and begged his mother.

"So what if I agreed, the strong wind blew me away!"

"......."

Bai Juyi begged so hard that he couldn't even kneel down. Mother ignored him. If you like to kneel, then just kneel. Bai Juyi, who was weak, knelt for a while and fainted for a while.

Xiang Ling couldn't stand it anymore. When Bai Juyi had no fame, his mother looked down on her. Now that Bai Juyi has returned home in fine clothes, his mother's eyes have long grown to her forehead. She felt so distressed when Bai Juyi ruined herself like this.

With such an evil mother-in-law, even if Xiang Ling marries her, they will not be happy in the future. Xiang Ling gave up and told Bai Juyi that she didn't love him at all, but just fell in love with his family's family status and his youth and potential.

Xiang Ling withdrew on his own initiative, and Bai Juyi was heartbroken, and life was worse than death. He wrote the painful poem "Farewell in Life":

It is difficult to eat tillers, but it is difficult to eat plums, because tillers can make plums bitter. Can be sour.

It is not as difficult as the separation, the pain is in the heart and the soreness is in the liver.

The rooster crows again in the morning, the moon is gone, and the horses neigh and the passers-by come out.

Looking back at the flesh and blood, I cry, the sour plum blossoms are as bitter as honey.

The water of the Yellow River is white and the clouds are yellow in autumn, and pedestrians by the river are relatively sad.

Where can I stay in the wilderness when the weather is cold? The pear leaves are rustling in the wind.

Parting is born, parting is born, and sorrow comes from it without interruption.

Excessive worry, exhaustion, and weak blood and qi, leading to gray hair before the age of thirty.

At the age of 32, Bai Juyi, who worked as a secretary and provincial secretary, returned to his hometown to move. When I met Xiang Ling again, everything seemed like a world away. Two people who clearly loved each other couldn't be together.

Bai Juyi knew that Xiang Ling had always loved him. She took every opportunity to meet him and inquire about his life.

Xiang Ling knew that he would walk by the river behind the village every evening, so she hid under a big tree early and waited for him. Every time Bai Juyi passed by the tree where she was hiding, he would glance at her out of the corner of his eye. Xiang Ling always stared at him with her eyes, eager to put him in her eyes.

The two of them looked at each other tacitly and cared about each other's lives.

On the day he left his hometown, Bai Juyi thought that he might never have the chance to meet Xiang Ling again in this life. He was heartbroken and wrote the song "Lian Farewell" in tears:

Don't cry , potential separation.

Speechless, secretly missing me.

No one knows outside the two hearts.

The solitary bird is locked in a deep cage at night, and the branches are cut off in spring with a sharp sword.

Although the river water is turbid, there are times when it is clear, and although the aconite is black, there are times when it is white.

There is only separation and secret separation, and there is no delay in being willing to each other.

In the second year, because he missed Xiang Ling, Bai Juyi ran back to Fuli for other reasons and made a special trip to see Xiang Ling. The firewood gate of Xiangling's family was locked, and the thatch in the yard was waist-deep. After asking the neighbors, they found out that their family had moved to Handan. Xiang Ling's parents saw that Xiang Ling was trapped in love and depressed, so they took her away from this sad place.

Handan is so big and no one knows where Xiang Ling is. Bai Juyi wandered around Handan for a long time without finding anything. Not finding Xiang Ling, I miss her even more. Poor Bai Juyi wrote another poem for Xiang Ling:

"Winter Solstice Night with Xiang Ling"

There is no way to see the beauty, but the coldness Quilt is not kissable.

How could the longest night be spent sleeping alone?

Bai Juyi is so affectionate that he, who is still single at the age of 37, enjoys growing flowers: "The young man is lonely in spring without a wife, and the flowers bloom and the tree becomes his wife."

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At the age of 38, Bai Juyi met Mr. Yang on a blind date. There was no love, only a faint liking. For a long-term marriage, liking is enough.

Bai Juyi has always kept the things that Xiang Ling personally made. He made a pair of shoes with exquisite brocade embroidery on the outside and exquisite patterns embroidered on the inside. When he gave the shoes as a gift, Xiang Ling was very shy, hoping that he could be with his Yi in this life. The brothers are in pairs, but the shoes are still there, but they are far apart.

Xiang Ling, where are you?

When you were forty-three, Bai Juyi was demoted to Jiangzhou Sima. On the way to take office, he met Xiang Ling and his daughter. Bai Juyi was so happy that he couldn't believe it was true. The emotions he had suppressed for many years finally burst out and laughed loudly. Drink:

"Meeting the Old"

We meet again after a long separation, and we all suspect that it is a dream.

Now the joyful things have become empty again.

Haruki Murakami said: If I love you, and you happen to love me, when your hair is messed up, I will smooth it out for you with a smile, and then my hands will still be on your hair. Wait for a few seconds. But if I love you and you unfortunately don’t love me, I will only tell you that your hair is messed up. This is probably the purest view of love. If you fall in love, you can hold her hand until you grow old; if you miss her, you will protect her well.

Now it is enough to know that she is well.

Ten years later, Bai Juyi returned to Hangzhou as governor. When I was in Beijing, I passed by Xiang Ling’s village and went to visit it. I found that the village had been destroyed by the war and there was no trace of our Xiang Ling.

A lifelong love ended in tragedy.

I seem to see the fifty-three-year-old Bai Juyi, who is in frail health and has serious eye problems, walking around in the ashes of the village, his lonely figure