One is the official second generation, and the other is a peasant girl. Will their love enter marriage?

Bai Juyi was born in a scholarly family and an official's family, but he was born in troubled times, the world was in turmoil, and the buffer region was divided.

In the sixth year of Zhenyuan, the eleven-year-old boy moved back to the countryside-Fuli Village with his mother to escape the war.

Mother often says to teenagers: You are the son of an official. One day you will take the imperial examination and become a big official. You can't mix with those lowly children in the village.

Teenagers are very sensible, learning poems and songs during the day, reciting four books and five classics at night, and working day and night. Reading causes sores on the tongue and calluses on the hands.

On the way home that day, a light figure appeared in his sight.

That is a cheerful girl, like the spring breeze, like the morning sun, like the tender willow in February, full of vitality and endless tenderness.

At that moment, his eyes were full of her and his heart throbbed for her. It's just that he was still young and didn't know enough at that time. Love is like this.

That year, he was nineteen and she was fifteen.

The girl is the daughter of Bai Juyi's neighbor, whose name is Xiangling. She is lively and lovely, and she sings well.

She knows many boys in the village, but she met Bai Juyi for the first time.

She cocked her head, smiled behind her back and called Bai Juyi: Dabai.

He looked at her warm and innocent smiling face and was moved. He wanted to give her a poem:

Knowing that Xiangling had never studied, he tried his best to make his words more popular and popular, so that the girl in front of him could understand.

He said that there was a little sister next door, 15 years old, charming and beautiful, listening to me write poems for her leisurely in front of the embroidered bed under the blue screen window.

Xiangling understood, her cheeks flushed, just like the ripples aroused by the calm water, but it also made Bai Juyi look at her and jumped for joy.

Bai Juyi didn't know what it was before he met Xiangling.

But since he met her, he decided that she must not marry in this life.

In the later days, they often dated privately. In the moonlight, by the He Sui River and under the Liu Yin tree, Bai Juyi often teaches Xiangling to read and write poems, and Xiangling also tells him beautiful folk stories and customs from time to time.

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In the ninth year of Zhenyuan, Bai Juyi's father moved to Xiangyang. For Bai Juyi's career, her mother decided to take her family to Xiangyang.

Parting is inevitable after all.

On the day they left, the two lovers had a tryst under the Liu Yin tree by the He Sui River.

Xiangling took out a pair of panlong bronze mirrors from her pocket and gave them to Bai Juyi as a token to express her red feelings and thoughts for him.

He often writes poems to her. At that time, Xiang Ling listened quietly with her chin upturned, and her eyes were full of worship. Today's farewell is probably the last poem he wrote to Xiangling.

When it's cold in autumn, sweep up the bamboo, and when it's warm in spring, put away the quilt.

You see, even these heartless things are reluctant to part.

Let alone with you.

How many happy days and lingering feelings have we spent in the past two years, but we don't want to, and suddenly we have to go our separate ways.

Although I want to stay and even take you with me, I can't do it now.

Who could have predicted today?

I wonder what will happen in the future.

Only the tears that keep rolling down our eyes keep wetting our skirts.

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The whining voice of the carriage sounded in the ear, and Bai Juyi lay prone on the fence, trying to open his eyes and watching Xiang Ling's thin figure gradually become smaller and eventually disappear.

Tears flooded his cheeks.

On the way, whenever he passed a high place, he turned back subconsciously, as if the familiar beautiful image was behind him.

Later, he sent her a poem called "Send Xiangling", which was the first time he left his lover's name in the poem:

How many days and nights after he arrived in Xiangyang, he couldn't forget:

Never forget a girl who looks like a fairy;

I can't forget him when he recited poems. She picked up her face and looked at his eyes affectionately.

I can't forget her tears and helplessness when she left.

The following year, Bai Juyi's father died and the family returned to R&F again.

According to etiquette, Bai Juyi will be at home for three years to be filial to his father. Although lovers meet again, they dare not violate the ceremony.

It was not until the fourteenth year of Zhenyuan that Bai Juyi finished his filial piety that he got up the courage and begged his mother to let him marry Xiang Ling and go home.

Mother forbade it. She said to Bai Juyi: You should marry a woman who is helpful to your career. If you marry a village girl, won't you let others laugh at our White House? How can I face your father when I die in the future?

This time, Bai Juyi felt like a knife, and his bitterness was hard to say. He can only write the song Sauvignon Blanc from Xiangling's perspective:

I live in Luoqiao North and you live in Luoqiao South.

I just turned fifteen the year I met you, but now I'm twenty-three.

I'm like a vine growing next to pine and cypress. No matter how my vines climb and linger, I can't get past my family background.

People say that if a person has a wish, God will grant it to her.

Then I am willing to be an animal that travels long distances, follow you and walk side by side with you every step.

Then I would like to be a tree in the deep mountain, accompany you, and every branch will grow with you.

In the 19th year of Zhenyuan, Bai Juyi was admitted to the official department, and was awarded the post of school bookkeeper.

With an official position, Bai Juyi will go to Beijing to take office in a few days. This winter, he rushed back to Lifu's hometown and asked his mother to agree to his marriage with Xiangling again.

He is thirty-two years old and Xiang Ling is twenty-eight. They can't afford to delay.

Mom still disagrees. As long as she decides that Bai Juyi must marry a suitable girl, she will never allow him to associate with Xiangling.

He went to Xiang Ling, but after all, he was rather reticent.

This woman has been waiting for her for thirteen years, and still can't give her an explanation.

He didn't dare to look her in the eye, but whispered, I'm leaving, going to Chang 'an, and maybe never coming back.

Xiang Ling suddenly smiled in front of him, tears clearly flowed out, but her cheeks were full of smiles.

She seems to have expected this ending long ago, because her status is too low to be with Dabai in her life.

She gave Bai Juyi a pair of shoes, which she made herself. She wants her lover to wear them, just as she accompanied him and walked the long road together for the rest of his life.

Bai Juyi is gone after all.

He left nothing, except this song "Potential Points":

Don't cry, we're leaving.

Don't talk, just secretly miss.

Will you still love me after separation?

Endless night imprisoned love birds, and the ruthless sword cut off the branches.

The river is turbid, but it will become clear one day, and even the black hair will disappear one day.

Forget it, forget it, since you chose to leave,

So,

We will never meet again.

In the first year of Yuanhe, Bai Juyi was transferred to Zhouzhi County Commandant, which was closer to the sufferings of the people.

Busyness diluted his yearning for Xiang Ling and made him more focused on official business.

Once, he was playing with his friends, and unconsciously, he talked about the love story between Tang and Yang Guifei.

A friend said: Lotte, your poem is well written. Why don't you write a poem on this topic?

Bai Juyi readily agreed and began to write.

Can be written, a vague girl figure suddenly emerged in his mind, his pen, unconsciously, became:

The immortal Song of Eternal Sorrow was born in this way and was praised by thousands of readers.

It is believed that Bai Juyi wrote Tang Huang Ming and Yang Guifei.

Only he understands.

On July 7, I remember you whispering to me in the middle of the night. We promised each other to be birds flying with me.

But love finally disappeared, regardless of the above, he searched the green void, and below, the yellow spring, could not be found anymore.

How can it last forever? Only endless hatred!

At the age of 37, Bai Juyi finally got married. His wife is the sister of his good friend Yang Yuqing.

The new wife was born into a noble family, and her family status was higher than that of the White House. My mother looked at the new wife with joy from ear to ear.

Only Bai Juyi's eyes are full of loneliness.

Maybe even Xiang Ling doesn't know. Bai Juyi still had the mirror of that year, but it was put in a box all the year round, and the mirror rusted and was made of copper:

In Yuanhe six years, Bai Juyi's mother died, and the biggest obstacle to their feelings was gone.

But Bai Juyi is forty years old and he is married.

Although it is very contradictory, at this time, the person in Bai Juyi's heart is Xiang Ling, because on a cold rainy night this year, his poem Rain at Night was written for her:

This poem is as popular as ever, and what really pokes the heart is the last sentence: if you don't learn Buddhism, you can forget your peace of mind.

Since it is painful, it is better to forget each other.

Bai Juyi, on the other hand, was unwilling to learn Buddhism and forgot everything about Xiangling.

Even if it hurts every time I think about it, I never want to forget her.

In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Bai Juyi angered the emperor and was slandered by villains. Jiangzhou was demoted to Sima.

Maybe it's fate, maybe it's unfinished business. Bai Juyi met an old friend on the way to being demoted.

It's Xiang Ling.

This year, Bai Juyi was 44 years old and Xiangling was 40 years old. At that moment, they went back to more than 20 years ago.

A pair of teenagers, after half their lives, looked at each other with tears.

History has left us a poem called Meet Old.

Twenty-five years later, they hugged each other and cried loudly, so that their love could last until time.

At this time, Xiangling is wandering in the rivers and lakes with her elderly father. She kept her promise with Bai Juyi and didn't marry.

In such a long time, years have destroyed people's faces, but they can't erase two people's hearts.

But time has also brought an indelible gap between us.

Bai Juyi and Xiangling are doomed not to be together.

Perhaps for Bai Juyi, Xiangling just lives in the memory of youth.

Perhaps they had expected the reunion after the reunion and believed that there would be miracles in the future, but they remained silent in the years and disappeared into the secular world.

A few years later, Bai Juyi was demoted to Jiujiang.

One day, when he was hanging clothes in the yard, he suddenly saw a pair of shoes.

Bai Juyi stared at this pair of worn and deformed cloth shoes for a long time, and then wrote a long poem.

Today, I was drying clothes in the yard when I suddenly saw the shoes I brought from my hometown.

Who made this for me?

Oh, it's from the girl next door in my hometown.

I remembered her farewell speech and said that we should use this pair of shoes to represent our love from beginning to end.

I hope the two of us, like shoes and shoelaces, will be together for life.

I am now exiled to Jiujiang, drifting away from home for three thousand miles, in memory of my lover, just to take it away.

Now I have picked up my shoes and read them again and again, but I am only disappointed.

Obviously shoes are still in pairs, but people are alone.

What is even more amazing is how exquisite and gorgeous these shoes are.

But there was a plum rain a few days ago, and the color on it was dim, and the embroidered flowers and plants had withered.

Just like the love between you and me.

The title of this long poem is only two words.

This is called emotion.

In the fourth year of Changqing, 53-year-old Bai Juyi returned to Beijing at the end of his term. He went to R&F to find Xiangling.

There is no news from the Iraqi people.

Bai Juyi looked at the place where they first met under the Liu Yin tree and snuggled together. It's empty now.

Their feelings, the willow tree remembers, the screen window remembers, the road they walked together remembers, she remembers, and he remembers.

He sighed heavily and staggered away.

This is the last stroke that history painted on this relationship.

Desperate, Bai Juyi returned to Beijing and began to be a slut, lingering in brothels and openly storing prostitutes at home.

Bai Juyi, a prostitute, loves to find girls of fifteen or sixteen, as if recalling the first sight of Xiangling. Whenever these girls grow up, he changes hands:

Why did Bai Juyi, who was originally affectionate, become so promiscuous?

Because his affection is only for one person, others are not Xiangling.

In his later years, this poem named "Old Dreams" still shows us that he has a heart and he has never failed:

I have forgotten you, and now my heart is as cold as ashes.

All the memories in my life have been forgotten, so, why did you appear in my dream again last night?

When women miss the person they want to marry most, they will become more and more picky.

Men will become more and more casual when they miss the person they want to marry most.

Picky because no one is as good as you.

Whatever, because it's not you.

In front of Xiang Ling, he will always be the warm man named Dabai.

His poems are easy to understand, even an old woman can understand them. Think about it carefully, in fact, I hope my lover can understand your heart.