Secrets Under the Peach Tree Chapter 17

I remember that when I was still a human being, there was a poor man who had failed to succeed in his studies and asked someone to give me some sour poems to show his talent. I was not yet sad at that time, so I just had a good time reading the sad poems. I remember two lines about the eyes of a resentful woman in a boudoir, saying, "Looking at the autumn water up close and the mountains at a distance, the Tanghua flowers are dewed again at night." It made me happy. I was shocked to see it. Up close, it looked like water, and at a distance, it looked like a mountain. In the middle of the night, it looked like two begonia flowers dripping with dew. How scary it would be to have such eyes on a human face.

I told my thoughts truthfully, and the person who presented the poem left without saying anything. Then I told the original words to the person who wrote the poem. It is said that the poor man opened the poem manuscript and laughed wildly three times, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the paper. He walked away. It is also said that he went into the deep mountains and forests to practice Taoism or Buddhism.

At this moment, I remembered that I really did something wrong back then. Because I was ignorant and incompetent, I forced a good scholar into the mountains and forests. These two lines of poetry are so penetratingly written, and how appropriate they are to be placed in this situation.

Tristan's eyes are like autumn water seen up close, and Nanming's eyes are like bare mountains seen far away. This room is filled with endless sorrow, sorrow, yearning, joy, and endless affection, while the other room is filled with heavy longing and bare feelings.

Look, just that look. Shan Shengling picked up the pail and walked out of the yard expressionlessly. Mu Ruoyan turned around pretending to be calm, but his face could not help but turn a little pale, and he was still a little trembling when he took a step forward.