A sad love story

People often say that the reflection in the left hand represents the years in the right hand. According to the legend, the left hand of God is responsible for destruction, while the right hand is responsible for creation. Maybe the same is true for love.

Love, from ancient times to the present, how many crazy men and women have been crazy about it, and how many good men and women have been dejected by it. With a firework and a turn, these love stories interpret what kind of immortality and classics, and what kind of magic they have. It can comfort the scarred heart and hurt feelings.

I remember the first time we met Xiaoping, her heart was filled with the word Luo Yi.

First love comes like this in the girl's "fresh grass" and "colorful fallen flowers" feelings. It is like a light song, like a gentle poem, more like A beautiful dream suddenly breaks into the tune of the soul before we are ready, sprouts on the ground, and grows into beautiful green years.

She is the daughter of the magistrate of Fuzhou. She is knowledgeable and courteous, and has a beautiful appearance. As the saying goes: "She is of moderate slenderness, short and well proportioned. Her movements are coquettish and her attitude is sincere." She was originally A woman who was "raised in a boudoir and unknown to anyone" was recognized by a gentle and elegant young man with fine features during an invitation. The handsome young man was Yan Jidao, the son of Yan Shu, the famous Prime Minister of the Northern Song Dynasty.

When Yan Shu took his son back to his hometown to visit relatives, he learned that his former friend was now working in Fuzhou. He was very happy to meet him, so he held a banquet in a garden behind the prefect's Yamen. The host and guest drank and talked happily, reminiscing about old friendships.

Looking at the delicious food and looking up at the garden view, having a banquet in the Jinzhao Pavilion in the garden is really exciting, but how can there be no music and music to cheer up the beautiful scenery on this beautiful day?

So the prefect called his daughter Xiaoping. Xiaoping, who was good at playing strings and playing music, obeyed her father's orders, plucked the strings slowly and played the song "Shuang Fei Swallows". At the age of only 3 years old, he is already graceful, and Yan Jidao is also very handsome. At this point, the emotion shown between the two children's eyebrows has already plummeted.

It was this family dinner that made Xiaoping and Yan Jidao fall deeply in love. At first, because the two families lived not far from each other in Fuzhou, Yan Jidao often went to the garden to look for Xiaoping. Playing around, reciting poems, and the desire and pursuit of love also grew in the hearts of the two of them.

But good things are always difficult to retain. With an order, after the family leave, Yan Jidao could only return to Beijing with his father to continue his original life. After he returned to Beijing, he often missed Xiaoping, and Xiaoping was not the same. At first, they could communicate with each other, but as time went by and the distance between them became more and more distant, the numbers gradually became thinner.

Later, during his tenure, the Fuzhou magistrate was framed and retaliated by those who opposed the change for supporting Fan Zhongyan's new policy. Not only did he lose his official position, he was also sent to Lingnan to serve as an army conscript. Later, the Fuzhou magistrate - Xiaoping's Her father could not bear the abuse and died on hunger strike. Poor Xiaoping was helpless and had to sell herself to bury her father. Then she became a prostitute.

Later, it was said that Yan Jidao was able to return to Fuzhou. When he walked to the garden behind the government office again, the scene when he first met Xiaoping could not help but reappear in front of him. The scenery in front of him was still the same, but that The beloved one has long since disappeared. He recalled the laughter and laughter in the garden back then, and countless lovesickness and sadness welled up in his heart.

The strings of the pipa say lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and the colorful clouds once returned.