immortal

Life is just a soap bubble, which looks colorful and magnificent, but the ending always bursts at the first touch.Still, I remember those best years.

We were in Chang'an at that time.

In early autumn, the eucalyptus trees all over the street bloomed pale yellow flowers. Although there was no fragrance, the pollen in the air still made Zhang Qiling, who had just entered Chang'an City, sneezed a few times.

I have been wandering for so many years, so long that I have forgotten how many years I have not set foot on this land.We came from the east and stayed at Hangu Pass for a few days. It happened that Emperor Xuanzong sent people to dig out the talisman. There were many rumors in the streets and alleys that Chen Wangfu joined the army to flatter the emperor. At the place where Guan Yin received Lao Tzu.

We both watched the whole show.When we came to Chang'an, we heard the decree from Emperor Xuanzong and felt blessed by God, so we changed the year name from "Kaiyuan" to "Tianbao". "He expressed his opinions in a serious manner, stood in the wind and began to rub his nose, I saw this and quickly dragged him into a nearby wine shop.

Chang'an City at this time is the most prosperous moment in my memory.

The shopkeeper came up with a jug, and I took a sip, and the fragrance filled my lips and teeth. It really had a special taste in it, so I curiously asked the shopkeeper about the origin of this wine.

The shopkeeper replied with a smile: "The two guests are new to Chang'an? The name of this wine is 'Sangluo', which is produced in the land of the east of the river. When the mulberries fall in September, the water is brewed..."

Zhang Qiling leaned on the couch, but actually smiled.

"Sure enough, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the city of Chang'an, even a jar of wine can tell these truths."

I picked up a piece of broken silver and sent it away to the shopkeeper, thinking that it’s just that you don’t like to talk usually, so how can you think others talk too much?So he poured a glass of wine, brought it to his mouth and said, "Don't forget, I am also from Chang'an."

"I don't dare to forget." He drank it in my hand, poured himself another glass with the pot, and touched my glass lightly.He looked at me firmly and said: "Since it's a revisit to the old place, I can only accompany you with wine, and get drunk together."

In the distance are the lights of the Imperial Forbidden Garden, and under the window is a pool of clear water, where singing, singing and painting boats are leisurely and feasting in the lake, and the faint sound of silk and bamboo can be heard.The streets and alleys in Chang'an City are no longer what they used to be, but here is the only place that still has the marks of the past.

I stood on the corridor, facing the street with a row of large carved windows, engraved with peonies and begonias, and the red candles were shining brightly, with an indescribable charm.The lake wind blew against my face with humidity, and the ribbons that bound his hair were blown up by the wind, and kept hitting my face.I grabbed it in my hand, thought about it and felt it was wrong, so I moved my hand away a little.

"That's where Emperor Wu came and named this pool, and it's still in use today." I pointed to the distance and said to him, "This spring has never dried up for hundreds of years."

"You've been here before?" He was playing with the silver wine jug in his hand, talking to me occasionally.

"This is the Royal Garden. Emperor Wu ordered the construction of the Li Palace, and I was only called here once," I said with a smile, "How dare you look at the scenery at that time..."

The voice of the singer in the lake seems to come from beyond the sky.There is a circle of weeping willows along the lake, winding along the zigzag shore, and from time to time, a young man rides past.

"Let's go." He put down the wine in his hand, stood up and said.

"Where are you going?" I turned to him and asked.

He pointed to the distance, "Would you like to watch the scenes that you haven't seen back then together today?"

I laughed out loud, "Do you and I want to follow Meng Dongye's example and see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day?"

He didn't speak but just looked at me.I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was drunk.

The trip to the east has not made much progress. We thought there were endless years to search for, but how can the world be so big that manpower can measure it.Only when you are really trapped in the wilderness can you feel small and ridiculous, and finding a needle in a haystack is nothing more than that.

During this period, Chang'an City was repeatedly burned, destroyed by wars, and even massacred the city. The entire Guanzhong was almost wiped out.For a long time, I dare not recall the past. My hometown was destroyed and turned into ashes again and again. However, I still remember Changle Weiyang, the ordinary streets and alleys, the three-foot stone whale in Kunming Pool, and the eight waters surrounding it. Shanglin Hunting Garden is three hundred miles away.

Memories are both treasures and burdens, but I don't want to forget them for a long time.What the memory fragments represent is the evidence that Wu Xie once lived in this world as a mortal.Even though I know the vicissitudes of life, everything will return to dust, and nothing can last forever.The ruins can only remind me how sad I was.As a bystander, I can only choose to forget.

Zhang Qiling said, you have to forget yourself.He read the sentence Jiezi and me—like dew is like electricity, so it should be viewed in this way.

"Master," I teased him with a smile, "everything that exists is false. Although you and I do not fall into reincarnation, we will not be able to attain Nirvana in the end, and life and death will be uncomfortable. What is the use of reciting these expositions?"

At this moment, his eyes are blurred, which is quite different from his usual deserted appearance.I saw it was interesting, stepped forward to support him, and walked downstairs slowly.

The stairs were narrow, and we walked back and forth and took a few steps, only to realize that he hadn't followed.

"I don't want to see flowers." He said suddenly.

"Why?" I don't understand.Go up and pull him.

He didn't speak for a long time.

I took his hand, "Could it be that he is drunk and afraid of falling off the horse."

He shook his head and looked down at our clasped hands, as if speaking to me, but also as if talking to himself.

"Abandoned and discarded again, love is like a sword wound."

At that moment, the hustle and bustle around him seemed to be far away, and I only remembered the bright white moonlight behind him.After a while, I came back to my senses and coughed dryly.However, the whole person still seemed to fall into layers of clouds and mist, maybe I was drunk or not.

"Sure enough, I drank too much, and I already know how to recite poems." I smiled, pulled out my hand, turned and went downstairs.

The wind that has blown from ancient times to today has never stopped.And our life should be like running water under our feet, with only a little trickle and no wind and waves.

We have lived together for so many years, and no one understands the meaning behind this word better than me.It was the sadness of being alone with him for countless days and nights.He is the only hand I can hold between death and rebirth, and the only temperature I can embrace on the stormy snow field.

But today he finally understood that love is like a sword, hurting others and hurting oneself.

There are lotus lanterns floating in the center of the lake.The little lights are like stars, and the wind brings a sweet aroma of golden osmanthus, which seems to have a shape, and is torn into fine silk threads by the wind, and then shattered in the night sky.

My face was hot, so I squatted by the lake and wet my sleeves with water, covering my face.

He stood quietly behind me, as if he had never said anything, but I knew in my heart that everything had begun to change tonight.

"Every year on the Shangsi Festival, those new scholars will drink and have fun on the bank of this Quchi, imitating the ancients to keep their cups in Qushui. It's a pity that we came at the wrong time..."

"Wu Xie..." He called me from behind.

"I think those people must be proud of the spring breeze and have a strong interest in poetry. People in the Yanshui Xingyuan Garden in Qujiang say that there are thirty old Ming classics and fifty young scholars. After decades of hard study and finally achieving their wishes, they must be relying on Talented, reckless and arrogant..."

"Wu Xie," he called me again, "what do you want to say."

"It's too frivolous to see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day, and do you remember the heartbroken, abandoned like a knife wound?" I don't know what I'm talking about, but I can't stop, the secrets hidden in my heart, left and right Run away and refuse to settle down.

He suddenly stepped forward and hugged me from behind.

He smelled of wine, his face was buried on my shoulder, he seemed to be frozen for a long time, and my ribs hurt from his arms.I don't know how to respond, in the whirling world, everything is suffering.I'm afraid that the years will make people indifferent, I'm afraid that one day he will eventually get bored, I've never seen someone in this world stay together for life, everything is impermanent, and the world is unpredictable.

But how can I give up this embrace.I hope he understands the secret wishes that I can't breathe, those love words that have never been said, but I am afraid that he will understand.I know that if one day he is infected with the emotions and desires of this world, the pain will follow him like a shadow, and I still don't want to part with it.

He moved his head, leaned into my ear and said, "In this life, I will definitely not let you down."