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"Go on, young man, I will be here waiting for your good news."
After saying this, he turned and walked away, his figure gradually disappearing at the end of the road.
I carefully tucked the letter away and set foot on this ancient post road.
This road was not easy to traverse.
At times, fierce winds would whip up, sending sand and stones flying; I had to squint my eyes and stagger forward with great difficulty.
At other times, torrential rain would drench me completely, water streaming down my hair and blurring my vision.
Sometimes I would stray off the path, not realizing how long I had wandered before discovering that I was going the wrong way, forcing me to turn back and start over.
The road was rugged and long, but whenever I paused to take in the view, I could always see some novel scenery.
Wildflowers swayed gently by the roadside, and distant peaks loomed in and out of sight through the mist.
Occasionally, I would pass by small villages where children played at the entrance while elders rested under trees in the shade.
These scenes filled my heart with warmth.
After walking for more than ten days on this road, I finally saw a majestic city.
Could that be Chang'an?
I quickened my pace towards the city gate.
Just then, a voice called out from behind me.
"Young man, please wait!"
I turned around to see a tall middle-aged man approaching me.
He had a handsome face and wore a flowing blue robe that danced in the wind.
"May I ask if you are a Time Messenger?"
I nodded in surprise, "Who are you?"
He smiled slightly, "I am Cen Can; that poem was written by me."
I was greatly astonished: "You are Cen Can?"
Cen Can, a famous frontier poet of the Tang Dynasty.
His poetry primarily focuses on the scenery of the frontier and war, characterized by a majestic and grand style, filled with a sense of heroism. I never expected to meet him here. Cen Can nodded slightly, saying, "I have been wandering outside for many years, and my longing for home has grown increasingly intense."
"So, I wrote this poem, hoping to send it to the capital." He smiled and patted my shoulder. "I didn't expect to encounter you, a young messenger, here."
"Could you recite my verses for me?" I cleared my throat and slowly recited the poem. Tears began to well up in Cen Can's eyes.
"Yes, 'Do not worry that there are no friends on the road ahead...'" he said softly. "Each of us is walking on this path."
"Perhaps in solitude, perhaps in helplessness, but we will always find kindred spirits." He taught me several lines of his poetry and shared many stories about war and the frontier.
I was captivated, as if I had stepped into that desolate yet magnificent land alongside his verses. After completing my task, Cen Can joyfully took me to participate in the celebration in the capital. That night, the fireworks were dazzling, leaving unforgettable beautiful memories.
As the celebration came to an end, I was sent back to the real world. However, I brought back an unforgettable experience. Upon returning to school, I shared this story with my classmates. They were all astonished and admired that I had met the Tang Dynasty poet Cen Can.
"He taught me a poem called 'Meeting a Messenger Entering the Capital.'" I took out paper and pen and wrote down those lines:
"Looking east towards my hometown, the road stretches endlessly; my sleeves are heavy with tears that won't dry."
"When we meet on horseback, there are no paper or pen; please convey my message of peace."
The classmates gathered around, discussing the lines of the poem.
"This poem means that the hometown is far to the east, and looking back at the long road, tears have soaked the sleeves."
"I encountered it while riding on the road, but without paper or pen to write down my longing, I could only ask a friend to convey my message and report my safety."
"This poem is truly beautiful."
They were all enchanted, marveling at the wisdom and emotions of ancient people.
"Xiao Luoluo, you are so lucky to have seen a Tang Dynasty poet in person and learned his verses."
"Yes, how wonderful it would be if we could travel back in time."
Seeing their envious gazes, I smiled and shook my head.
"Actually, we don't need to travel back."
"These verses and stories belong to us already."
"They are part of our traditional culture, the historical essence of our nation."
"As long as we are willing, we can step into them and understand them anytime."
The classmates listened, their eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Xiao Luoluo, you should teach us some ancient poetry in the future."
"Yes, we want to learn too."
I nodded with a smile: "Of course."
"In fact, poetry is not as dull and uninteresting as we imagine."
"There are many interesting people and events within them, along with many touching emotions and stories."
"As long as we learn with our hearts, we will definitely fall in love with them."
From then on, I often recited poetry with my classmates, appreciating the beauty and emotions in ancient poems.
We fell in love with poetry classes and traditional culture.
All of this was thanks to that wonderful journey through time.
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