Kaiyuan Merry

() Princess Jinxian has a very bluffing name called Wushangdao, that is to say, her full name is Li Wushangdao. At that time, her younger sister Li Chiying and elder brother Li Longji were shocked.

What is the Unsurpassed Way?Princess Jinxian clearly believes that her way is close to the essence of all great ways. The more thoroughly she understands her way, the more boring life becomes. She always likes to look down on the whole world from a macro perspective, and then becomes more and more aware of it. When human beings are small and powerless, they feel lifeless.

However, when Wang Wei's picture scroll was unreservedly unfolded in front of her eyes, she suddenly discovered that the originally gloomy world was so beautiful and vivid under the pen of this man...

She has always felt that no matter who it is, the paintings they draw are the kind of ink paintings that pursue the so-called artistic conception and have a fairy spirit. Such paintings may be very beautiful in the eyes of others, but in her opinion, they feel very boring, because they There is no real feeling, no naked display of the cruelty of this world.

The beauty of this world lies in its cruelty. It is cruel to all creatures, but it also allows all creatures to evolve and develop continuously. The weak will be eliminated and the strong will survive. Everything is a spiral.

When Li Wushangdao was moved by the beauty of such a painting, even she didn't know why, and suddenly remembered her nickname - Li Xian'er.

Li Xian'er is a normal woman, she always loves and protects her younger sister, she will be trembling to survive, and resolutely become a monk in order to avoid persecution, she also likes fun, food, and power...

Of course, Li Xian'er will also be lonely and melancholy, but this melancholy is not because of thinking about the mysterious and mysterious way, but because of thinking about the person she loves the most, as written in "A Journey to Early Spring" "Remembering the King into a Dream".

Li Wushangdao caressed the vivid "self" in the painting, and she knew that this beautiful woman's name should be "Li Xian'er", not Li Wushangdao. <Xing> was naturally noticed by her, and she recited it softly in a nostalgic tone: "The purple plum is the first time to sing, and the yellow bird's song is still astringent. Whoever picks up Yang's daughter, it's not as good as getting a spring. Love the water and look at the makeup and sit , The shameful person reflects the flowers. The fragrance is afraid of the wind blowing away, and the clothes are wet with dew. In the green gate of the jade boudoir, the sun falls and the car enters the incense. Eaves swallows, double-dwelling green grass.” <The purple plum blossoms have just bloomed all over the earth, and the song of the oriole has just begun to sing, and the throat that has been rested for the winter has not yet cut through the jerky stalk in the throat. <, look, the willow that has just sprouted its buds is gently lifted by her in that slender hand. <Water, sitting quietly around the water, looking at the beautiful and slender cheeks and graceful figure in the water, the corners of the mouth can't help but smile secretly, and then put on makeup in the mirror.But she was ashamed to see people, so that graceful figure was hidden among the gorgeous flowers. For a while, it was not clear which one was more beautiful. <The wind blew away her faint fragrance, and the crystal clear dewdrops in the flowers wetted her new spring clothes.

But Li Wushangdao was even more intoxicated by the last four sentences, because it was about Li Xianer, even though Li Xianer had never had the experiences written in the poem——<Spiritual days, time is always so fleeting, take advantage of it Holding the beautifully decorated car, she reluctantly returned to the Qingmen on the east side of the imperial city, where she lived alone in the small world. <Jing, the fun of going out to play can drive away the longing in my heart, but who knows that this pastime of "relieving worry and worrying more" can arouse infinite longing for her husband, the spring scenery is very beautiful, but there is no one around People who enjoy the beautiful scenery together, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, in her heart, it can't compare to his affectionate eyes!

For the first time this time, Zensheng evoked infinite sadness, but he could only cry secretly, and the colored silk in his hand was moistened by the tears of longing.I often dream of the distant figure in my sleep, see his tall figure, smell his familiar breath, and when I return, the sky is already dark, and in a trance, I seem to see the lingering figure...

It was dawn, but her husband still didn't come back. Looking at the swallows who lived and flew in front of the eaves, she suddenly sighed that she was not as good as the swallows who lived and flew in front of the eaves.

"It's so good..." Li Wushangdao sighed after reading the whole poem softly.

Li Xiuer thought her mother was praising Wang Wei's poems and paintings, and she couldn't help but turn her grief into joy, and felt that everything she had done was worth it!

But she didn't know that her mother Li Wushangdao was missing when she was Li Xian'er, that Li Xian'er who belonged to a normal woman, that very pure and typical Tang Dynasty princess.

And what Wang Wei painted in the whole painting is of course not Li Wushangdao. He couldn't imagine that the young woman in blue was a philosopher with a very high level of thought. What he painted was the normal resentful woman Li Xian'er...

Li Xian'er, who has a lonely beauty and a beautiful sorrow, is a noble young woman who lives alone in a boudoir, carrying a heart full of longing, and in this season of singing birds and fragrant flowers, it brings out the complexity of her heart. The state of sorrow, that grief, that resentment, is also mixed with a little helplessness.Resentment, but I can't blame anyone, it's just that the raging longing in my heart can't be dissipated.

But Li Wushangdao never complained because of the love between men and women. What she complained about was the whole human race, and what she was sad about was the whole history. She was a philosopher who thought about life every day to the point of death...not about anything. Jealous woman in boudoir!

It can be said that Wang Wei's poem is completely wrong. Sure enough, the artistic imagination processing is far from the actual situation. Probably Wang Wei himself can't think of such a melancholy lady. People, they are depressed because of thinking about life, this is cheating! "Xing" is indeed very well written. It is only simple and plain language, but it depicts the complex and tortuous psychology of the young woman in the poem so deeply, which shows the poet's ingenious brushwork and delicate and unique thoughts. <The scene at the beginning also triggered the sprout of lovesickness in the young woman's heart. She played to her heart's content, but it only increased the pain of lovesickness.

If this poem hadn't perfectly portrayed the image of a resentful woman in a boudoir, Li Wushangdao would not have suddenly remembered that he was the day of "Li Xian'er".

She often thinks, if she is still Li Xian'er, as a normal single mother, when she gives her daughter sincere maternal love, she will definitely miss the man she loves so much?

It's a pity that the development track of her life no longer belongs to the category of normal people. She thinks that her thoughts are profound, and she has touched a way that ordinary people can't understand. nonsense.

When she was pursuing her own path of despair, the only thing she could miss was her own sister. The inseparable sisterly relationship between the two of them was what she really thought was meaningful.

But when Li Wushangdao went deeper and deeper, there was a voice in her heart telling her that you were wrong, your Supreme Dao was nonsense, and you should be the normal Li Xianer, just like When she was young, the wanton indulgence and enjoyment of the Datang princess was not the psychopath who often smirked in a daze and thought everything was meaningless...

This painting by Wang Wei undoubtedly brought back the idea of ​​Li Wushangdao...

"Mother, what do you think of this painting and this poem?" Li Xiuer suddenly hugged her mother's arm, raised her pure and lovely cheeks, and asked in a slightly coquettish voice.

Li Wushang looked at his daughter's cute appearance, another thought suddenly appeared like a tide, and he couldn't stop it.

Li Xian'er smiled. This smile was so relaxed and joyful that Li Xiu'er couldn't help being taken aback. When had she seen such a relaxed mother?Besides... the mother's smile is so beautiful, it's actually on par with my aunt, each has its own advantages, the only thing in common is that it can make a man so fascinated that he can't find him!

Li Xian'er touched her daughter's head affectionately, and said in a relaxed and cheerful voice: "This painting is very good, very realistic, very innovative, much better than those previous painters, and... I never thought that someone could Draw me so beautifully."

Li Xiuer smiled. She felt that she was the happiest person at this moment, because she really noticed the change in her mother. It seemed that the invisible wall was broken like this. The most important thing was...the mother actually touched her so intimately. Her head, this has never happened before!

"By the way, Xiu'er, you said this painting was painted by that Wang Wei?" Li Xian'er pursed her lips, with a strange light shining in her eyes.

"Hmm! It's Wang Mojie Wang Shisanlang's painting. He seems to have come to Furong Garden to take pictures today. He happened to see Grandma's beautiful demeanor, and he must have been overwhelmed by Grandma's beauty, so he painted this painting so well It's so realistic and expressive, but he doesn't seem to know the identity of his mother...so this song "Morning Spring" is not suitable for the occasion." Li Xiuer answered in great detail.

"So that's how it is..." Li Xian'er murmured softly, as if she was talking about love, "Should I thank this Thirteenth Wang for finally recovering this one of me."

But the other voice in her mind did not disappear, and Li Wushangdao said over and over again in her extremely indifferent tone: "It's meaningless, no matter how hard you struggle, it's meaningless, why are you so boring? "

Li Xian'er replied: "I think I'm interested in Wang Wei. Now that I'm interested, life will not be boring, so...it's my turn to live, please give me some peace."

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