There was a famous poet in ancient my country who wanted to take a concubine. His wife found out and wrote him a poem. After reading it, he gave up the idea of ??taking a concubine. Who was it and wha

There was a famous poet in ancient my country who wanted to take a concubine. His wife found out and wrote him a poem. After reading it, he gave up the idea of ??taking a concubine. Who was it and what was the content of the poem?

Zhao Mengfu of the Yuan Dynasty was good at painting, calligraphy, and poetry. His wife, Duan Duan, was a virtuous and talented woman who was good at painting bamboos, orchids, and plums. She also worked on landscapes and Buddhist statues. She was also very accomplished in poetry and songs. She was originally a leader among women. But Zhao Meng was not satisfied and wanted to take a concubine in a whimsical way, but it was not convenient for him to speak directly, so he wrote a poem for his wife, which said: "Don't you hear that Scholar Wang has peach leaves and peach roots, and Scholar Su has Chaoyun, Mu Yun? It’s not too much for me to marry more Wu Ji and Yue girls.” At the same time, he also comforted her: “You are over forty, so just take possession of Yutangchun.”

After Duan looked at it. , naturally very unhappy, but it is inconvenient to make a noise in public. In order not to make the matter a big deal, she took the same approach as her husband and wrote a poem called "Wo Nong Ci" with fresh rhythm and unique content to persuade him. A piece of clay, pinch you, and shape me. Suddenly, I am so happy, break it all down. Re-combine, re-melt, and blend again. During that time, you will be molded into another one. I also have you in my body, and you also have me in your body.”

The words are smooth in spoken language, vivid in image, sincere in emotion, and thought-provoking. Zhao Meng felt deeply guilty, and finally changed his mind and gave up taking concubines. thoughts.

[Original text] You and I are so affectionate; there are many places of affection, as hot as fire; take a piece of clay, twist it into you, and shape me into pieces, break both of us into pieces, and mix them with water ;Twist another you, and shape another me. I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud; you and I were born in the same quilt, and died in the same coffin.