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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears Chapter 67: Tonight I can write the saddest poem, unlike the ancients

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    I imagine myself dead, feeling the cold closing in on me, the rest of my life contained in your presence: your mouth is the day and night of my world, your skin is the republic I built with my kisses.

    ¡°It all ended in an instant¡ªbooks, friendship, hard-earned wealth, the transparent house you and I built together: ah, they all disappeared, leaving only your eyes.

    Because in our troubled life, love is just a wave higher than other waves, but once death comes knocking on our door, then only your eyes will fill the gap, and only your clarity will push back the nothingness,  Only your love blocks the shadow.

    Dear, if I die and you are still alive, dear, if you die and I am still alive, let us not let sadness occupy a larger territory: the place where we live is the broadest space.

    Wheat dust, desert sand, time, wandering water, and misty wind blow us away like floating seeds.  Otherwise we may not be able to find each other in time.

    This piece of grass allows us to find ourselves, ah, small infinity, we will return it.  But lover, this love is not over yet. Just as it has never been born, it will not die. Like a long river, it only changes the land and the shape of the lips.

    If your chest pauses for a moment, if something stops moving and burning through your veins, if the sounds from your mouth escape without forming words, if your hands forget to fly and fall asleep, Mathil  Virtue, my dear, leave your lips slightly open, because that last kiss should stay with me, should stay only in your mouth forever, so that it can follow me into the realm of death.

    I will kiss your crazy cold lips, caress the fruits left by your body, and die looking for the light in your closed eyes.

    So when the earth accepts our embrace, we will merge into one death and live forever in the eternity of the kiss.

    If I die.  Please continue to live with pure strength, so that the pale and cold will burn with anger; please flash your indelible eyes from south to south, from sun to sun, until your mouth sings like a guitar.

    I don¡¯t want your laughter or your steps to falter, I don¡¯t want my legacy of joy to be lost; don¡¯t cry into my chest, I¡¯m not there.  Please live in my leaving like you live in a house.

    ¡° Leaving such a huge house, you will walk through the walls and hang pictures in pure atmosphere.

    Leaving a house that is so transparent.  Even in death I will be there to watch you, and if you suffer, my dear, I will die again.

    ¡°Other days will come.  The silence of plants and planets will eventually be understood, and many pure things will happen!  The violin will exude the fragrance of the moon!

    Maybe the bread will be like you: have your voice, your wheat, and something else - the lost autumn horses - will speak with your voice.

    Even if it's not all your way, love will still fill the barrel like the shepherd's ancient honey, and in the dust of my heart (where so much richness is stored).  You will shuttle back and forth among the fruits.

    In the center of the earth, I will push the agate aside so that I can see you like a scribe transcribing the twigs of plants with a pen.

    The world is so beautiful!  What a wonderful coriander!  How happy is the ship that sails through sweet lands!  Maybe you are.  I may be, a piece of topaz.  There is no more strife and strife among the bells.

    There is nothing, except the air that flows as it pleases, and the apples that fly in the wind.  The Succulent Book of the Forest: Where the Carnation Breathes, we will set out to sew a garment.  Wear it until you are as old as the kiss of victory.

    Tonight I can write the saddest poem, such as: "The night sky is full of stars, and the blue stars are trembling in the distance."

    The night wind swirls in the sky and sings.  Tonight I can write the saddest poem.  I loved her, and sometimes she loved me.

    I can write the saddest poem tonight.  Thinking about me without her, I would be sad to lose her.  I heard that the night sky was endless and even longer without her.  Poetry falls on the heart like dew falls on the grassland.  It doesn't matter if my love can't keep her.  The night sky is full of stars, and she is no longer beside me.

    One of the Demon Guardians - Chen Ziang

    Chen Ziang (661©¤702), courtesy name Boyu, was born in Shehong, Zizhou (now Shehong, Sichuan Province) in the Tang Dynasty.  A poet in the Tang Dynasty was a pioneer in the innovation of Tang poetry.

    In his early years, his father, Chen Yuanjing, promoted his younger brother through the Ming Dynasty. Later, he lived in seclusion in Shehongdong Mountain.  Chen Zi'ang was born into a wealthy family. He liked hunting in his early years, was not studious, and was generous and heroic. He did not know any books at the age of eighteen.

    Later, I saw students working hard at school, so I went to Jinhuashan Township School and studied hard.  After completing his studies, he went to Chang'an, but was not appreciated by famous scholars.

    Meeting one day?A huqin seller asked for a million huqin. Chen Ziang bought the huqin and invited everyone to his home to enjoy it, but he broke the huqin in front of everyone.  Chen told everyone that he was just a scholar and did not know how to play the piano, but he could write chapters and asked everyone to appreciate his chapters.  So he became famous in the capital.

    In the second year of Emperor Gaozong¡¯s reign (682), Xu Dan passed the Jinshi Ranking.  Gaozong died in Luoyang, and he wrote to build Gaozong's mausoleum in Luoyang.  Wu Zetian admired him very much and worshiped him as Secretary of Lintai Province (zhengzi), and he served as an official until the right.

    In the first year of Tongtian (696), Wu Youyi made the Northern Expedition to Khitan, and Chen Ziang was in charge of recording all affairs in the army.  Later he resigned and returned home.  Duan Jian, the county magistrate, was falsely accused of being a wealthy man and imprisoned. He died of grief and anger.  Some people also say that Chen Ziang offended Wu Sansi, so Wu Sansi ordered Duan Jian to kill him.

    Chen Ziang criticized the Qi and Liang Dynasties in the Six Dynasties for the beauty and variety of poems and the uniqueness of the poems. His representative works are the 38 poems "Ganyu", which aim to criticize the current ills, express feelings, and also include Youzhou Taiwanese songs.

    His poetry creation was quite influential in the Tang Dynasty.  He advocated the style of the Han and Wei dynasties and advocated elegance and elegance, which was beneficial to the healthy development of Tang poetry.  His poetic style is high and solemn, powerful and desolate, and his language is deep and simple.  His friend Lu Zangyong said that he was the master of decadence.  The world suddenly changed.

    Chen Ziang's poem "Feelings of Encounter" was not written at one time or place. It is quite rich in content and reflects a broader social life and complex thoughts and feelings.  The style is bold and clear, showing distinctive creativity.

    "Song of Dengyouzhou Terrace" was written by Chen Ziang when he followed Wu Youyi to conquer Khitan in the north.  Chen Zi'ang served as a military adviser in Wu Youyi's reign. He made many suggestions, but they were not adopted. He was frustrated and bored, so he climbed to Jibei Tower (i.e. Youzhou Terrace) and wrote seven poems "Jiqiu Viewing the Ancients" as gifts to his friend Lu Zangyong. Through chanting  Ancient people and stories in Jibei area express the sorrow of unrecognized talents.

    His nostalgia for King Yan Zhao, who was a courtesy corporal, was actually a lament for his current lack of close friends.  At the same time, he wrote the "Dengyouzhou Taiwan Song" that has been passed down through the ages in the style of song:

    "There are no ancients before, and there are no newcomers after. Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness!"

    He also looked up to the past and present, expressing his deep indignation in a broad context.

    He also wrote some lyrical short stories quite well.  Like the five rhymes "Late Ci Lexiang County", "Crossing Jingmen to Look at Chu", "Farewell to Friends on a Spring Night", "Farewell to Wei Da to Join the Army", etc., they describe the scenery lyrically, with vivid images, bright syllables and powerful style.  It shows the characteristics of the mature period of modern poetry and his own vigorous and powerful poetic style.  Fang Hui believes that his Five Rhythms are comparable to those of Shen Quanqi, Song Zhiwen, and Du Shenyan at the same time, and they are all the "ancestors of the rhythm style" of the Tang Dynasty (Yingkui Rhythm Sui).

    Chen Ziang¡¯s poetry creation has made great achievements on the road of innovation of Tang poetry.  Lu Zangyong said that he "overturned the waves of decline. The world suddenly changed." (Preface to the Collection of Chen Boyu).

    Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty said in "Houcun Poetry Talk": "The kings of the early Tang Dynasty, Yang, Shen, and Song Dynasty were good at naming, but they did not break away from the style of Qi and Liang Dynasties, and they exclusively presented the elegance and dilution of the sound. They swept away the frailties of the Six Dynasties and tended to the early Huang Dynasty.  , Jian'an is here."

    Jin Yuanhaowen's "On Poetry and Quatrains" also said: "In the Shen Song Dynasty, he ran across the calligraphy and ink field, and he did not waste Qi Liang in the early days of his romance. If his merits are equal to those of Wu, he co-authored Golden Cast Zi'ang." They all gave fair evaluations of his achievements.  A pioneer in the innovation of Tang poetry.  However, some of his poems still have the shortcomings of boring language and unclear images.
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