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The most beautiful love story in China history.
Childhood friends-the love story between Lu You and Tang Wan.

Lu You and Tang Wan are childhood friends, and Tang Wan is also fond of literary talent and looks. After marriage, they made friends with Lu You's poems, and both of them were proud of the spring breeze. At that time, it was a match made in heaven. At the age of 23, Lu's mother was dissatisfied with Tang Wan and forced Lu to divorce Tang. It was useless for Lu to complain, so she had to listen to her mother's arrangement and marry the king. Wan also married. At the age of thirty-one, Lu happened to visit Shenyuan, south of Yuji Temple in the south of Shaoxing city, and met in Tangwan. Tang immediately ordered people to send wine and fruit to Lu You. Lu Yu wrote the word "Chai Feng" on the wall in the garden, and left sadly. After reading the words carefully, I soon died of depression and resentment.

Lu You wrote thousands of poems in his life, but missed more than 100 poems by Tang Wan, but none of them were pregnant with his mother and king. It can be seen that Lu never forgot Wan until he died. Tang Wan, on the other hand, was infatuated and died with desperate words. The love tragedy of their immortality was touched by the world.

This article ends with Hairpin Phoenix.

Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix

Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow. Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. No! No! No!

Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo!

Chai Feng-Tang Wan

The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!

People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!