novelAbuy Chapter 17 Wu Zetian: Born at the wrong time!
Chapter 17 Wu Zetian: Born at the wrong time!
We've arrived at Fenglinbi.
As the saying goes, a mountain is not famous for its height, but for the immortals who dwell there.
Maple Forest Wall is not high, only about ten meters high, located on the top of Red Leaf Mountain.
On the banks of the Xiang River.
Numerous poems are carved on the stone wall, marking the presence of scholars throughout history.
Among them is a huge relief portrait of Su Shi, the Song Dynasty poet Dongpo Jushi.
On the stone wall, one can still find Su Dongpo's "Ding Feng Bo" and several other representative works of Su Dongpo, which were written by later generations, such as "Shui Diao Ge Tou: When Will the Moon Be Bright?" and "Ten Years of Life and Death, Two Vast Expanses".
Wow! What a huge drenching spray!
"There's still some mulberry noodles left! Old man!"
The little ox's eyes were wide open.
A three-year-old child certainly doesn't understand poetry or who Su Dongpo is; she just likes crowds, excitement, and fun.
Thousands of people gathered here, bustling about, all coming to take photos, check in, and commemorate their visit to this famous "cultural wall".
The place was packed with people; it really felt like a bustling market.
Below the stone wall is a large square flower bed, filled with colorful wildflowers, surrounded by lush green shrubs.
Men and women, young and old, from all over the country came here to pay their respects to Mr. Su Dongpo and took photos with this great literary figure.
Colorful umbrellas and raincoats were everywhere, and people were taking pictures around the flower beds and under the stone walls. The rain did not dampen people's enthusiasm.
"Sizi, shall we take a picture with the old man? Look, so many people are taking pictures with him!" Lu Chen said, choosing a suitable spot.
Lu Chen held up a transparent umbrella, hugging Xiao Sizi. He adjusted the angle, tucking the umbrella between his arms, and then took a selfie with Xiao Sizi while holding his phone in one hand.
"Hey bro, I'm looking in the mirror! Your mirror is so bright! It reflects so clearly!" Little Sizi smiled sweetly again.
The Wanchao people have made another new discovery.
"Wow! This young master's handheld phone is so useful! It can make phone calls, pay bills, provide navigation, and even reflect images!"
"But what's taking photos?"
"Hey, don't blink!"
Click! A flash of white light, and a photo was taken.
"Come here, Sizi, take a look. This is your photo, and you can keep it forever!"
The perspective shifted from the sky screen to focus on Lu Chen's phone.
The photos on the screen were displayed to the Wanchao people.
"Wow! This is what taking photos is like!"
"It really looks just like the real thing!"
"A phone mirror!"
"A mobile phone is all you need to preserve images forever! We don't even need artists anymore!"
Qin Shi Huang, Emperor Wu of Han, Li Shimin, and many other great figures all desperately wanted a mobile phone!
Their hearts were roaring:
"My appearance should be recorded in history as well as my achievements!"
"So that future generations may look up to them!"
"To be looked up to by all!"
"Let posterity remember!"
One powerful figure remained unmoved: Zhu Yuanzhang. He felt he wasn't good-looking and didn't want to be photographed with a phone. He wanted someone to paint his portrait because a portrait could make him look better.
Beauties and powerful figures throughout history have all become restless.
Xi Shi looked at herself in the mirror with a sad expression: "Tomorrow I will be leaving for the Kingdom of Wu. If my parents have a picture of me, it will ease their longing for home."
Yang Yuhuan and her third sister are strolling in the garden.
"Sister. Look at Princess Jinyang on the sky. She can even take pictures. You and I are both so beautiful, especially you, sister. You are stunningly beautiful. It's a pity that we can't preserve our most beautiful years forever. What a shame." Third Sister Yuyao gently waved her round fan.
"Yes, even the best painters would find it difficult to capture our true spirit." Yang Yuhuan pulled a peach blossom close to her nose.
In another timeline, Wu Zetian opened her phoenix eyes wide, a fierce and heroic aura rising from the corners of her eyebrows.
"Such a treasure exists in modern times?"
"In this modern world, everyone can leave their own image; it's a shame I was born in the wrong era!"
"If it were me, having grown up in such a prosperous era, I would definitely collect all the best things in the world!"
Then, Wu Zetian was drawn to the little princess's giggling laughter. The little princess nestled in her brother's arms, and her pampered appearance saddened Wu Zetian once again.
"I was just as happy when my father was alive, but unfortunately, the happy times were too short."
Now, although I wear the crown and possess the world, those carefree days will never return.
"Little princess, enjoy your life."
Another time and space.
As Li Bai gazed upon the stone wall against the backdrop of mountains and rivers, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Which dynasty's scholar has attracted so many worshippers?"
"Song, Su Shi," Li Bai recalled. "I heard from the young man that Song lived after Tang, he was a person from a later generation."
"To the Tune of Ding Feng Bo," Li Bai softly recited: "Do not let the sound of rain pattering through the forest and striking the leaves arise... Let me live my life amidst the misty rain and smoke... Neither wind nor rain, neither sunshine nor gloom."
"What a wonderful line, 'Let life's journey be as it may, shrouded in mist and rain!'" Li Bai exclaimed in admiration. "Mr. Su, what a magnanimous spirit! You are even more unrestrained than I, Li Bai!! I am ashamed to admit my inferiority!"
"Haha! Few like-minded people!" Li Bai read on and saw small print indicating that this was a poem written by Su Shi after he was demoted. He couldn't help but admire him even more.
"When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens. I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace. I long to ride the wind and return... I only wish that we may all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart." Li Bai was even more amazed.
He himself is a "moon expert" and has witnessed countless moons throughout his life, but now, Su Shi's poem has given him a new perspective.
Cherish each other.
At this moment, Li Bai truly wished to drink and sing with Su Shi.
"There are countless writers about the moon, but how many are truly excellent? Mr. Su's talent is no less than mine."
Li Bai looked up and sighed, "Why isn't there a moon in the sky?"
"Ten years have passed, and we are separated by life and death..." Li Bai looked down and saw another timeless masterpiece that touched people's hearts!
A masterpiece for mourning a deceased wife!
It's a masterpiece!
"I don't think about it, but I can't forget it. A lonely grave a thousand miles away, where can I speak of my sorrow..." As Li Bai read, he couldn't help but shed tears.
Li Bai misses his deceased wife!
Li Bai's wife, Wang Fu, was from a prominent family. During Wang Fu's lifetime, Li Bai enjoyed the only beautiful and leisurely period of his life. However, after his wife's death, Li Bai's life deteriorated, and he returned to his previous wandering life.
Thinking of Wang Fu's gentle and understanding nature, Li Bai felt as if his heart was being torn apart. "I have a belly full of brilliant writings, yet I have failed to compose a single ode or poem for my wife! In this respect, I am once again inferior to my brother Su!"
In an instant, the waters of regret flowed like the Yangtze River flowing backwards.
Li Bai picked up his brush and, with a flick of his sleeve, wrote on the large stone:
"Ode to the Heavenly Steps: A Lament for My Wife, Wang Fu"
Riding a crane on Penglai Mountain amidst the misty clouds, I have faced the icy moon alone for nineteen years.
My jade pillow is empty, only tears remain; my silk robe was once stained with apricot blossoms as I slept.
If I encounter a blue phoenix messenger in the netherworld, I will send him a letter with pearls from the blue sea.
I drunkenly poured the Milky Way as wine, half of it onto the desolate tomb, half onto the sky.
All in one go.
After putting pen to paper, Li Bai took out a roll of white silk and directly copied the poem onto a rubbing.
Li Bai breathed a long sigh of relief and finally felt at ease.
On the sky.
Click!Click!Click!
Lu Chen took many photos of the little princess, including her running around and posing for pictures...
Just then, the little train arrived.
"Hey! I'll take a picture of the little train!" Little Sizi screamed.
"Okay!" Lu Chen took a few more pictures of the little train.
"Sizi, let's go to the next place!" Lu Chen thought they should take the little guy to the children's playground.