Zhuo Wenjun's life story

Zhuo Wenjun, a beautiful and intelligent woman, is good at poetry and playing the piano. Alas, at the age of seventeen, she was widowed at her parents' house. One night at dinner, Zhuo Wenjun, who had admired Sima Xiangru's talent for a long time, fell in love at first sight because of Sima Xiangru's passionate and bold confession of Phoenix Begging for Phoenix. However, their love was blocked by their father. With longing for love, determination to pursue happiness and extraordinary courage, Zhuo Wenjun resolutely fled Zhuofu in the dark night and eloped with his beloved. I sell wine for a living. Life is hard, but their feelings are getting deeper and deeper. This is also the most romantic night running story among the love stories that have been handed down so far.

Since ancient times, most men have always let people down. Sima Xiangru is no exception. When he showed a little edge in his official career and was finally recommended as an official, he lived in Beijing for a long time, enjoyed all the beautiful women in the world, was proud of officialdom, and even had the intention of abandoning his wife and concubinage. I have forgotten the days when I was in trouble with * * *. I don't remember a wife thinking about her husband thousands of miles away day and night. Wen Jun lived a lonely life, day after day, year after year. A song "The Bald Boy", "... Wen Jun had two opinions, so he came to reject each other. I hope to win a person's heart, and I will never lose my life. ..... "Expressed her persistence and yearning for love and a woman's unique firmness and tenacity. It also adds a bit of sadness to their stories.

Finally, one day, Sima Xiangru sent his wife a letter with 13 words: 1,234,567,891 million. Clever Zhuo Wenjun burst into tears after reading it. There is only one "100 million" missing from a row of figures. Isn't it a hint that my husband is not interested in himself? Her heart is as cold as water. With a very sad heart, I wrote a poem about Lang.

His poem says: After a farewell, the two places hang together. Although it is March and April, who knows five or six years. The lyre has no intention to play, the eight lines have no transmission, the nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion wants to wear it. I can't understand it, I can't understand it, so I have no choice but to blame Lang. There are thousands of words to say, and you are bored. On the ninth day, you can see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round. In July and a half, incense is burned to ask the sky, and it is cold in the dog days of June. Pomegranate is like water in May, but it is watered by cold rain. April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in the mirror. In a hurry, the peach blossoms floated with the water in March, and the kite string was broken in February. Hey, Lang Lang, I wish you to be a woman's man in your next life.

After reading his wife's letter, Sima Xiangru couldn't help marveling at her talent. Looking back on the love between husband and wife in the past, I was ashamed and never mentioned the matter of leaving my wife and concubinage again. This poem became Zhuo Wenjun's masterpiece digital poetry. Read it carefully, its love and hate are intertwined.

Zhuo Wenjun is clever. She redeemed her husband's betrayal with her wisdom. She managed her love and marriage wholeheartedly, and finally went through difficulties. In the end, they didn't abandon their initial love and final persistence. This also turned their story around and became a love story above the secular world.

Zhuo Wenjun, a talented woman with thought, courage, dare to love and hate. Her life should be worth living. For example, romantic fun run, such as love at first sight that can be met but not sought, such as hand in hand with the loved one to die, and so on. Women do this all their lives. What more can a husband ask for?

At that time, a song called "Phoenix Begging for Phoenix" attracted the beauty's heart: "Feng Xi went back to his hometown and traveled all over the world to beg for his phoenix. There is a beautiful woman in this hall, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why should she be a mandarin duck? "

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After saying goodbye,

These two places are hung,

Let's say March and April,

Who knows, in five or six years,

The lyre has no intention of playing,

Eight lines can't be passed,

Broken in a nine-ring chain,

Shili Pavilion is eager to see,

Acacia,

Thousands of thoughts,

I have no choice but to blame Lang.

There are a thousand words to say,

Boring and boring,

Double Ninth Festival, lonely geese climbing high and looking far,

The Mid-Autumn Festival in August is full and people are not round.

In July and a half, I burned incense and raised candles to ask the sky.

In the summer of June, everyone shook my heart.

Pomegranate in May is as red as fire, but there is cold rain to water the flowers.

April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused with the mirror.

Don't worry,

Peach blossoms turn with the water in March,

Falling and falling,

The kite string was broken in February,

Alas! Lang lang,

I hope you are a woman and I am a man in the next life.