This is the poem named titled Nanzhuang in the capital of Tang Dynasty written by Cui Hu, a poet of Tang Dynasty. The Story of affair behind this poem is recorded, which is roughly: the poet Cui Hu went to the capital (Chang’an) to take the imperial examination, results lower quarter. During the Tomb-Sweeping Day, I visited the southern suburb of the capital alone because of depression. In front of a village, I saw flowers and trees in the yard. After knocking on the door for a long time, a woman asked him from the crack of the door, who knocked at the door and so on. Cui Hu replied that he was alone in spring hunting. He was thirsty after drinking and wanted to ask for some water to drink. The woman opened the door and handed him a bowl of water. When Cui Hu was drinking water, the woman leaned on the peach tree and looked at the strange man in front of her affectionately. Cui Hu had drunk water and left with a happy mood. Second year Qingming, Cuihu and there find her, yard peach blossom is still, but doors and windows locked, no one at home. In disappointment, Cui Hu inscribed this famous love poem on the wall. The old place was revisited but there was no Yi people. No matter how beautiful the spring was, no matter how delicate the peach blossom was, Cui Hu was in a dim shade. Did spring miss him or peach blossom miss him? So where is the human face? Lao Baizhan imagined that in the spring day of Tang Dynasty, she was neither behind chai men nor under peach blossom trees. Maybe she was walking on the way home, carrying a basket of peony and a basket of orchid, the spring light in front of and behind her all the way perfectly lined with her green dress and red coat; Or maybe she had already married. Under another peach tree, in the eyes of another simple young man, she smiled like a flower. If this kind of thinking is speculated, Cui gifted scholar is too affectionate, because the peach blossom girl has no intention! In thousands of years of historical legends, more people must interpret the story of Cui Hu and the peach blossom girl as two lovers. In fact, that woman fell in love with Cui Hu since she met him last year. From then on, she was absent-minded and unhappy, and finally died early because of her lovesickness. In the later period, some scholars also studied that this woman was sick, and the red reflection of peach flowers on her face was a sign of tuberculosis. Ancient times star-crossed, incense elimination Jade loss. This story, which fell in love at first sight and had a special liking, eventually became a sad love sad song. However, many dramas continued the story of peach blossom still laughing at the spring breeze to another ending: it was said that the woman went out at that time and saw poetry on the door when she came back, he was sick and died of a hunger strike for several days. However, Cui Hu came to the southern suburb of the capital to search again. He heard crying inside the door and asked about the situation. He was extremely sad and asked for condolence. The beginner saw the woman lying on the bed, looking like a child. He hurried forward to kneel down, raised the woman’s head, put it on his leg, cried and said: I am here, I am late, for a moment, the woman opened her eyes unexpectedly and revived! Later, his father was very happy, so he made it with his daughter. Eventually married lovers. Therefore, Cui Hu had a perfect ending in this affair. In fact, from ancient times to modern times, there is no difference between men and women, no matter how old or young, there are probably many people who have expectations for sex in their hearts. It is also certain that a considerable part of these people who look forward to having sex can get what they want. Needless to say, most of the romantic encounters were unknown to the public. Even if the parties concerned were eager to show off because of their irrepressible excitement and pride, they once told others vividly. However, only a few people know his (her) affair stories. After a while, his (her) affair story would disappear as if it had never happened. However, when the person involved in the affair was a litterateur, the situation was quite different. By virtue of superb narrative art and excellent language accomplishment, they wrote their own affairs into popular literary works. Therefore, the story of their affair will spread like wildfire, which is known to all women and children and is praised through the ages. For example, Cui Hu wrote this song named “the title of Nanzhuang in the capital”, which is one example. As an ancient civilization and a big country, there are certainly many such works in our literary history. Next, Lao Bai said a poem named Butterfly Love flower written by Su Shi, a poet of Song Dynasty. The poem was written like this: the flowers faded, the Red and the Green apricot were small, and when the swallows flew, the green water was circled by others. There are few Willow floss blowing on the branches, where is there no grass at the end of the world? Swing in the wall outside the wall, pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laughing in the wall. The smile gradually became quiet without hearing the sound, but the amorous feelings were mercilessly annoyed. Many researchers say that this word is a work of homesickness. Lao Bai thinks that this statement is profound and not credible. This might be the record of Su Shi’s attempted affair. Having an Affair happened in the late spring or early summer of a certain year, it could be proved that Mr. Dongpo, who was romantic at that time, probably walked alone. When passing by a family, you can only see the rope above the swing frame in the yard outside the fence, and then you can hear the laughter of young women who are full of youth like silver bells. The wonderful laughter couldn’t help thinking like this immediately: it must be a young beauty! It was a real celebrity who was romantic. Mr. Dongpo naturally thought of it at that time. Therefore, at that time, it became a small word with fresh style. There is a record that when he was in Huizhou, there was once that Su Dongpo wanted his beloved concubine Wang Chaoyun to sing this word, but Chaoyun refused. The reason is that there are few Willow floss blowing on the branches in the words, and there are no grass in the end of the world, so the feeling of the Clouds cannot be matched. If this record is true, of course it can be understood as Chaoyun sentimental spring has passed away, sentimental away from home for thousands of miles. However, we might as well guess that there is something to be jealous here, and we can eat the vinegar of Mr. Dongpo who is always tempted and merciful. There are two stories about sexual encounters. The former is a two-of-one relationship and even a couple, while the latter is a wishful thinking and short-lived fantasy, which is a kind of love torture. At first glance, it seems that the latter is not as affordable as the former. However, according to the two theories that marriage is the grave of love and that it is better for a wife than a concubine to steal, Lao Bai thought that the latter was actually a better affair. Lao Bai wrote these two romantic poems to the space, in fact, to inspire others. He hoped that the vast number of netizens and friends could taste the poetic and pictorial feelings in these romantic stories, or feel envious or feel the same. No matter what kind of reading experience, different opinions are different.

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Since ancient times, Anhui has been regarded as a big tea-producing province. Qi Hong is green and famous. It is not necessary to say some refined famous teas, such as Huangshan Mao Feng, Taiping Houkui, Lu ‘an melon slices, which are later Tianzhu Jian Hao, Yuexi, tianhua Gujian also has a good reputation. As a native of Anhui, I have no idea that there is another kind of yellow bud tea, which has been passed down for thousands of years and is well-known. My hometown is located in the mountainous area of southwest Anhui and the foot of Dabie Mountain. Since ancient times, I have grown tea. The folks, old and young, are very fond of talking about the taste of tea. Even if the life is not very rich, a pot of tea tastes all. Huoshan county, which is also located in Dabie Mountains, produces good tea and is named Huoshan Yellow Bud. It has a color, fragrance and shape, and has been good for thousands of years. The lyrics and songs have been lasting for a long time. Famous people from Fang family competed, flow source far, new indemnity. However, I didn’t know that there was such a famous tea in Huoshan County not far from my hometown until last year when Lu ‘an held the national poetry original contest of Huoshan Huangya Cup, it leaves a meaningful taste for thousands of years, unavoidably worries about his loneliness and ignorance, and at the same time, I am proud of the thick taste of one side of the landscape. In order to make up for your knowledge gap, search for information quickly. The yellow buds of Huoshan Mountain are produced in the mountain area where clouds and mist are fluttering. The shape is straight and micro-spreading, uniform and neat. It looks like a sparrow tongue and tender green. The fragrance is lasting, the taste is fresh, mellow and sweet, and the color, the leaf bottom is light yellow and bright. Seeing these introduction words, my heart was moved. I wish I could not turn the worm horn words into grain tea, immerse myself in the spring water, smell its fragrance, smell its smell and observe its shape, gradually derived some poetic thoughts. Some feelings like this, a mountain, a landscape and a taste of tea gradually became some kind of complex that could not be left behind in my heart. So I tried to describe the yellow buds of Huoshan with my own strokes and feelings, to explain the various interests of Huoshan Yellow Bud tea. I am very clear that my poems are not elegant enough, and it is difficult to talk about the texture. However, my emotion and admiration for one side of the land and scenery are absolutely sincere. It is my honor that my poetry was finally shortlisted for the Grand Prix of poetry and won an Award of Excellence. Although the ranking is not high and can not be compared with the works that won the grand prize, it really makes me very happy to stand out among many competitors. It’s not just lucky. As a reward, the organizer sent two listening to Huoshan Yellow Bud tea. The taste that had been speculated for a long time was wrapped in exquisite packaging, which was really irresistible. However, when thinking of sharing good things together, we still restrained the eagerness in our heart and decided to send a hearing to brother Mingcheng, a local writer in Suzhou. They enjoyed tea and chatted about literature together, it is definitely more meaningful than enjoying it alone. Brother Mingcheng is also a man of temperament. He is honest and honest, fond of tea and elegant. He is not always idle, and likes to pay attention to current events. He writes novels with cutting-edge themes, and there is no lack of praise. It is very lovely to sit with him while sipping tea and talking about poems and essays. When I was reading, I went wrong and fell in love with writing. I began to write more novels and weave stories of little people one after another. In recent years, because of my work, I have no energy to write these things, he wrote some essays of poetry and prose. Brother Mingcheng was always the first reader, and he gave some advice from time to time, which was really thankful. It is very pleasant to sit with such a man or enjoy tea. Therefore, I have to share the hard-won Yellow Bud of Huoshan with him. Poetry, or other words, are the expression of the writer’s mood, the so-called text is the heart; If one side narrating the old, while tasting tea, supplemented by some articles allusions, graceful poetry, it is the best, it doesn’t have to be beautiful and soft. Even if it is two big men, the taste is amazing. Tea or poetry are just some kind of sustenance, the most fundamental, it is also the similarity of some feelings in the inner heart and the leisurely sound when gently colliding. Perhaps it was the yellow bud tea that I had been thinking for a long time that inspired the poetic feeling in my heart, and I was lucky to be shortlisted for this original poetry competition. It was in recent years that I wrote some poems casually, although I tried something when I was young and frivolous, after all, it did not become a climate, and few people despised it. Winning an award this time should benefit from the unique charm of Yellow Bud Tea. Although I have never tasted it before, the poetic feeling it aroused is just like the soft and sweet tea flavor, have disguised let go. Indeed, we should choose a rainy day to invite brother Mingcheng to listen to the rain, Cook tea, chat and enjoy tea, which is a little poetic feeling born in the bottom of the heart, because there is a piece of yellow bud tea moistening and rare decoration of leisure, it will definitely come out. If we enrich the days around us with this kind of poetry, will there be more poetry for the troubled life?

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