Like snow on the mountain. As bright as the moon in the clouds.

Wen Jun has two opinions, so he came to say goodbye to each other.

Today is a cocktail party, the person in charge of Mindangou,

After a long time, ditch water flows east and west.

Sad and heavy, there is no need to cry when you get married.

I hope to be United as one, and never leave each other.

Why bamboo sticks curl, why fish migrate,

Men value loyalty, why use money knives?

Digital Poetry, Wen Jun.

In the Western Han Dynasty, the love story between Sima Xiangru, a talented scholar in Shu, and Zhuo Wenjun, the daughter of a wealthy businessman, should be a classic. Many stories are familiar to people, but their love also has twists and turns.

Sima Xiangru went to Chang 'an for the second time, and soon, his career was smooth sailing. Senior officials have to do it, and horses have to ride. People can change the environment, and the environment can also change people. As soon as Sima Xiangru boarded the Dragon Gate, he was worth a hundred times. Since then, I have been addicted to debauchery and debauchery. He suddenly felt that Zhuo Wenjun was not worthy of himself, so he had the intention of divorcing his wife. Five years passed quickly.

On this day, Zhuo Wenjun secretly cried at the window. Suddenly, an official from Beijing came, gave her a letter and told her that her adult would wait for a reply. Zhuo Wenjun was overjoyed. When he opened the letter, it was like a blow. A big piece of white paper with several numbers written on it: "1,234,567,891 million". Zhuo Wenjun immediately understood that when the husband of a senior official had already abandoned himself, it was a trick to spite her. In a moment of grief and indignation, she wrote a reply and gave it to your official.

Sima Xiangru thought that Zhuo Wenjun would be stumped this time, but he didn't want to answer so quickly. He quickly opened it and was dumbfounded. It turns out that Zhuo Wenjun skillfully combined the numbers on the letter into a poem of blood and tears that is both affectionate and honest:

After a farewell, the two places are still up in the air, only in March and April, but who knows five or six years. The lyre has no intention to play, the eight lines have no transmission, the nine-line chain has never been broken, and the Shili Pavilion wants to wear it. I can't understand it, I can't understand it, I can only blame Lang. A thousand words can't be finished. I said nine days alone. In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival is crowded with people, and in July, people burn incense and hold candles to ask for heaven. In June, others shook their fans and I felt cold. In May, pomegranates are like fire, and the flowers fall after the rain. April loquat is not yellow, I want to be confused in front of the mirror, and I am anxious. Peach blossoms turn with the water in March. Falling and falling, the kite line was broken in February. Hey! Lang Lang, I hope you are a woman in my next life, and I am A Lang!

Sima Xiangru was very ashamed after reading it, and felt really sorry for this talented and sentimental lady. He finally came to Beijing to meet Zhuo Wenjun himself.

Zhuo Wenjun saved his marriage with his own talent, which is another story.