Reward: the woman with the highest emotional intelligence in history

I hope that we can unite as one and never give up-life is like meeting for the first time, led by Zhuo Wenjun (not the highest, but I admire her).

To an unfaithful husband

Han Yuefu folk songs

Like snow on the mountain, jiaozi is like the moon in the clouds. I heard that you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you.

Today is like the last party, and tomorrow we will break up. I moved my feet slowly along the edge of the road, and my past life flowed like water in a ditch, never returning.

When I decided to take the king away from home, I didn't cry like an ordinary girl. I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever.

The bamboo pole curls, and the fish tail acts as a disciple. Men value spirit, why use money and knives?

Many years later, the person who accompanied her all her life died, and she read the sentence written to him many years ago-I would like to be United with one heart and one mind and never leave. What he has been worried about is the thing that hurts her the most.

Suddenly, her already dry eyes were filled with water, and her heart, which was gradually deserted because of knowing his death, was like a dream.

He still remembers that it was many years ago ...

Her eyes were full of tears. This eye is still vague when we first met, and those horizontal eyes looked over the curtains in Hunan.

Suddenly, Green Chyi Chin's heart changed-

"The white dew is frost, and the so-called Iraqis are on the water side."

It seems that he really saw the woman sung by the ancients, wearing a plain clothes and standing by the water. When the wind blows, the curtain of the neck swings gently and leisurely, like a woman wading in a boat, and the subtle sound becomes clear and strong in his heart.

The grass is green and the dew is boundless. He saw the destined woman waiting for him, because her reflection in the water was him.

He raised an eyebrow and took a quiet look. His talent, or just the green pipa given by Liang Wang, is enough to make the arty people around him pretend to close their eyes and enjoy it.

"Back and forth from it, the road is blocked and long, back and forth from it, in the middle of the water ..."

What he cares about is the hidden bosom friend behind the scenes. Although her figure is hidden behind the curtain, we can still see that Yiren's eyebrows are like distant mountains, and her face is like hibiscus. From a distance, she looks like a beautiful painting-hibiscus in full bloom in Shushan and Shushui. However, he lingered by the water and looked around, but he was still not allowed to get close.

He believes that no matter how superb his piano skills are, it is not difficult in front of her. A "Phoenix Nirvana" sounds like Yue Xian to others, but it is unusual to her. Just two people sitting and chatting. They are two heart-to-heart people. Just like there are only two people left between heaven and earth, all means and methods are redundant. It is free to enter my heart from your heart.

Behind the curtain wind, the temples glow and the peach blossoms are beautiful. Her body is trembling gently, and she knows its elegance by listening to string songs.

Phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix.

When I met nothing, I didn't know what to do. Why don't I go to Si Shang tonight?

There are gorgeous girls in Lanting, and people in the room poison my intestines.

Why do you want to be a mandarin duck? You fly together.

Phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix.

Friendship must be harmonious, who is in the middle of the night?

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-Sima Xiangru's Feng Qiu Yellow

He praised her as noble as a phoenix. Yes, he is showing his love, and he wants to "beg" her! Her heart thumped! After singing this song, she said she was hot and went back to the inner hall. She needs to concentrate. No one knows that in just a few minutes, her heart has been touched. 17 years old, she married someone. At that time, she was just a young couple. She doesn't know much about the joys and sorrows of love. She has no time to learn to love. Less than a year later, he died and she returned to her family.

I miss that person, but when I think about it later, I feel more pity for myself. I put all my youth and beauty on him and died before I started. It hasn't started yet, and it shouldn't end there. Ambition and laissez-faire Wen Jun is unwilling. Perhaps, every failed woman will be unwilling, but Zhuo Wenjun is undoubtedly more courageous and discerning.

She has been lonely since she came home. Her father thought she was hurt by love, so he didn't want to detain her. No loving father wants to keep his daughter, and in his eyes, her daughter is so gentle, beautiful and sad.

He doesn't seem to know his daughter's feelings. So later, she can run at night with Sima Xiangru so easily.

Just sentimental? In fact, Wen Jun's heart has always been like a rose. It's just that she doesn't intend to let her father go near her garden to see the secrets in her heart. However, amorous is not equal to debauchery. If she doesn't meet a man who makes her sunshine, then Wen Jun would rather be alone all her life.

Here he comes, a handsome guy with a slight stutter, cleverly avoiding his weakness. He flirted with Green Willow. She was fascinated by the sound of the piano.

Phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix.

The phoenix tree is sunny in the morning, with weak feathers and high water.

Wen Jun runs at night. Like family, she left her daughter to sell wine. He is also willing to give up the shelf of the people below, be romantic and free and easy, put on coarse cloth, work as a waiter in a small hotel, and wash dishes with the guys.

I must have saved the meaning of poor dad and made a bitter plan. Otherwise, you can sell wine in Chengdu. Why did you run back to Lin Qiong, and it was difficult to open it? Open a hotel in front of my father's house, and make it clear how deep the experimental sun's heart is: I am reduced to this field, and you still oppose Gaotang wine. I don't think you can handle it.

Wen Jun certainly accepted the idea. Only the daughter knows her father best. She knew that before long, her father would not lose face and would stop her "recklessness". Sure enough! Father soon came to the door to "make peace"

When the city is busy, her people are so lively and unexpected. I am a talented person, but I don't stick to the rules. I don't smell like a pedantic scholar. I am still very open and happy in the street.

The wonderful deeds of these two people still make people smile after thousands of years.

Like a violin, Wen Jun runs at night. They happen to be a lively couple in the fresh world. At that time, the Dahan Dynasty was a new era, which was handed down from generation to generation. It was the beginning of a beautiful day, like a peach blossom bud in March, pink and tender, with endless spring inside. Between heaven and earth, the sun is shining and the mountains and rivers are mighty. In prosperous times, people are broad-minded. What can't be tolerated and ignored? However, after hundreds of years, I couldn't understand it in Song Yuanming. Such a romantic story never happened again. It's not that there is no second Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru in this world, but behind them, the door of "romance" has been closed slowly and hasn't been opened for a long time.

Father forgave them and gave them his slave. The good days suddenly came, and so did his ambition and luck. After Emperor Jing of Han Dynasty, Emperor Wu ascended the throne. He is a new social atmosphere, and his ambition is famous. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty appreciated Zi Xufu written in his early years and together, so he came to the capital again and presented Shang.

Shang praised the grand occasion of the emperor's hunting, citing magnificent mountains and rivers, countless flowers and plants, gorgeous chariots and horses, and gorgeous attendants. This fu is famous for its majestic and gorgeous prose, and it is a masterpiece in Han Fu. Sima Xiangru's writing style has a far-reaching influence on later generations.

As soon as the ambitious emperor saw it, he immediately worshipped Xiangru as a Langguan. Xiangru lived up to expectations, and soon successfully completed the two political tasks assigned by the emperor, and was in the limelight for a while.

Wen Jun also learned the news in her hometown, and she felt very happy and satisfied. If picking a man is a gamble, she has won from the beginning to now.

She smiled at the thought of his glorious return to China, without even a trace of bitterness.

Life is fleeting, and the man who once had high spirits and pointed out the mountains and rivers has now become an old man who lingers on his deathbed. If you think life is empty and short, there is no need to care about many things.

Wen Jun, it's my fault, he muttered, as if apologizing to her again.

Evergreen took his hand. Don't say such things. It's over. Didn't my white hair call you back? In this life, Wen Jun will be with you without regrets.

Yes ... He nodded hard and looked her in the eye. It is quiet and gentle, and it is a harbor to which he has been attached all his life, but there are also times when it is stormy.

They fell out. His wife is an affectionate but strong-willed woman, and he can't tolerate his second thought.

Men in the world are fickle, and it is not shocking that things fall in front of Zhuo Wenjun. The joys and sorrows in the world are sometimes tantamount to turning an ordinary alley and meeting an ordinary person. When he became famous, he naturally made a wide range of friends. Sleeping willow has gradually become an ordinary scenery in ordinary days, and she, once the only scenery in her eyes, has gradually faded out of the background.

She can't forget the letter from home that he once handed her. There are only thirteen figures: "one two three four five six seven eight nine is 100 million", but there is no "100 million". Your heart is cold and has no memory.

He wants to marry a concubine.

Can * * * adversity, but not * * * wealth. She smiled coldly and didn't even have time to be sad. She answered his letter at once.

After a farewell, the two places were in love with each other, only in March and April. Who knows that in five or six years, the lyre was unintentionally played, the eight-part essay was not passed, the nine-chain was interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion was in urgent need. I was full of thoughts and thoughts, and I was helpless to blame you.

A thousand words can't be finished, and I'm bored to see the lonely goose for nine days. In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival is crowded with people, and in July and a half, people burn incense and ask for heaven. In June, everyone shook my heart. Pomegranate is like fire in May, with cold rain. April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in front of the mirror. In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March. It fell and fell, and the kite line was broken in February, alas! Lang Lang, I hope you are a woman and I am a man in the next life. ...

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, ten thousand, ten thousand. Her letters from home were linked together from beginning to end, forming a love poem in a comic book. If you want to play word games, I am really not as good as you in Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru! Why "alas"? However, not that memory!

Trade your heart for mine, and you will know each other and remember each other; If you don't miss me, why should I miss you? She also wrote poems, louder than those he later understood-as bright as snow in the sky and as bright as the moon in the clouds.

I heard that you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you.

Today's fighting party will lead to tomorrow's ditch water.

On the butterfly ditch, the river flows east and west.

It's sad. When you get married, you don't have to cry.

I hope to win a heart and never give up.

How the bamboo pole curls and the fish tail swings,

Men are heavy-hearted, why use money and knives?

And attached a book: "Chunhua Fang Jing, five-color Su Ling, the sound of the piano is still in the imperial system, and the new sound replaces the old! Jinshui has a honeymoon, and Han Palace has water. That thing is new, and the embarrassing people in the world are ignorant! " She was still angry, and then she wrote two lines: "Zhu Xian is broken, the mirror is gone, the morning dew shines, the fragrance rests, the bald head sings, and it's sad to leave. Try to eat more, don't miss my concubine, and make soup with you! "

Wen Jun's "White-headed Song", a lively folk song, shines brightly between her and Sima Xiangru like a dagger. She accused him of ungrateful empathy and broke his mask of hypocrisy and embarrassment-"Zhu's string is broken, the mirror is invisible, and the fragrance is intermittent." She used four parallelism to trace the kindness that was about to be cut off between each other.

She doesn't cry; Even the accusations are clear-headed; And say "eat as much as possible, don't miss concubines", which not only shows your attitude, but also leaves room for each other. She knew that she still loved him, but she didn't want to lose him, so she didn't forget to express her affection. This is a clever way for a clever woman.

I still care about you from the bottom of my heart I hope you can have enough food and clothing after you leave me. Don't miss it. It's just "Wen Jun has two opinions, so I'll refuse each other." If you want to break up, I won't pester you It's not nothing to cut off love. It doesn't even matter if a man marries a woman.

She is not a woman who only knows how to cry. The desire to grow old with someone is simple and simple, and it is not an excessive expectation. So if you can't do it, please leave.

A woman's rare beauty of rejection comes from her body without scruple. This beauty is rare in the world. Since having her, a woman's refusal has become a kind of heroism.

Jinshui Tang Tang, and Chang Jun tactic!

This is the last shot. If he doesn't look back, she will let go.

He's back. He's old. He can't live without it.

Wen Jun. He used up his last voice to call him, as quiet as when he entered her heart, and the spring breeze gently stroked the spring grass.

That year, the spring grass was reborn.

Evergreen saw him close his eyes and knew that he would never come back.

Yes, I can see through life and death from you, and get the peace of rebirth because of your death, but I'm sure I can't live without you.

Changqing, please wait for me.

Author: An Ruyi