across the left ear

Such a straightforward love poem made Jiang Jiao skip it in a daze, the first English class!The second political class is also in the realm of jumping out of the three realms and not in the five elements!It wasn't until the intermission ended that he slowly returned to the human world.

Xu Yi didn't expect Jiaojiao's reaction to be like this (⊙o⊙)? ? ! (After all, I wrote it once before) But seeing that he can influence her to such an extent, Xu Yi is still very happy in his heart~(≧▽≦)/~!

Jiang Jiao, who finished the exercise, took advantage of the fact that the teacher didn't come after returning to the classroom, and quietly took Xu Yi's hand under the desk, secretly conveying his joy, and Jiang Jiao shyly turned his red face look out the window.

But her red ears were noticed by Xu Yi, and the corners of her mouth were grinned silently. Xu Yi intensified her strength and grasped the hand that was holding each other even tighter...

When the teacher came, Jiang Jiao had already recovered enough to attend classes normally.

Today's Chinese class is about ancient poetry, and what I learned is "Jiangchengzi. Yimao's dream on the [-]th night of the first month"

Ten years of life and death are boundless, unforgettable without thinking. Thousands of miles of lonely grave, there is nowhere to say desolate. Even if they meet, they should not know it, dusty face, temples like frost.

At night, You Meng suddenly returned home, Xiaoxuan window, was dressing. There is nothing but tears. Expected to be broken every year, bright moon night, short Matsuoka.

【Translation】

The two lived and died, and they were separated for ten years, and there was little news.I don't want to let myself miss it, but I can't forget it.The wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her the desolation and sadness in her heart.Even if we meet, we should not know each other, because I am running around, my face is covered with dust, and my temples are like frost.

In the evening, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a faint dream. I saw my wife dressing in the mirror in front of the small window.The two looked at each other, a thousand words do not know where to start, only relatively silent and tearful.It is expected that the cemetery with small pine trees and bright moon shining on is the place where I miss my wife year after year.

Listening to the teacher's translation, Jiang Jiao could hear the connotation of this poem, which is that the two people will die forever, separated for ten years, miss each other but are at a loss, and cannot see each other.Su Shi didn't want himself to miss it, but he couldn't forget it.

One death in this life made her think of the ending of "City of Angels" she watched last Friday, and it was also one life death. Thinking about her own doubts that night, she took the notebook, wrote down her feelings at that time, and handed it to Xu Yi , let him see, want to know what he thinks?

Seeing Jiang Jiao's movements, Xu Yi lowered his head to look at the contents of the notebook, "Do you think it would be better for such a person to live on? Or die together at that time?"

Thinking about what the teacher said just now, Xu Yi understood, this is the little girl feeling emotionally ╮(╯▽╰)╭As a friend of a 24-year-old boy, I have to explain her doubts!

So Xu Yi thought about it seriously before writing with a pen, and handed the notebook back.

He wrote: Do you know Nalan Xingde?

Jiang Jiao replied: I know.Nalan Xingde (1655-1685), Yehenala family, style name Rongruo, Manchurian Zhenghuang Banner, formerly known as Chengde, changed his name to Xingde to avoid the taboo of Prince Baocheng, and the prince changed his name to Yinreng one year later, so Nalan regained his original name Nalan Chengde.No. Langa Mountain people.A famous poet in the Qing Dynasty.How did you mention him?

Xu Yi: Do you know how old he was when he died?

Jiang Jiao: According to historical records, Nalan Xingde fell ill in the late spring of the 24th year of Kangxi (1685) and got together with his friends. He got drunk, chanted three times, and then fell ill.Seven days later, he passed away on May 24, the 1685th year of Kangxi (July 7, 1), at the age of 30.Is there any problem?

Xu Yi: In the 13th year of Kangxi (1674), Nalan married Lu Shi, the daughter of Lu Xingzu, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi.In the 16th year of Kangxi, when Lu died of dystocia, Nalan's voice of mourning broke through the sky and became the peak in "Drinking Water Ci", which cannot be surpassed by future generations, even himself.According to the wild history, in fact, he died of depression because of the death of his wife.

Jiang Jiao: (⊙o⊙)?Does it have anything to do with my question? !

This time Xu Yi took a long time to write, and Jiang Jiao waited for a long time before seeing him handing back the notebook, which read:

There is nothing to love in life and nothing to fear in death-----To Nalan

30 years old

die in prime of life

Possible

everyone is lamenting for you

Heavenly Jealous Talents

read your words

I'm happy for you

when the object of love is not there

keep you alive

That is your punishment!

Is it right!

Staring at Xu Yi's disguised answer, Jiang Jiao couldn't recover for a long time, yes, that's how he should be!When watching the movie, you can feel that Xu Yi is actually a very decisive person~

He looks gentle on the outside, but he is very domineering on the inside!Just like the person whose painting style changed suddenly because of his unintentional words that day (the sentence about asking someone else to sterilize)!

It's...unexpected...it makes me feel cute~(≧▽≦)/~