After the farewell, the two places hung together. Let's say March or April. Who knows five or six years? The lyre has no intention of playing, and the eight-part essay cannot be passed down. The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in urgent need.
Source: Zhuo Wenjun's Poem of Complaining Lang in Han Dynasty.
Original poetry:
Poem of Miserable Langs: Zhuo Wenjun.
After the farewell, the two places hung together. Let's say March or April. Who knows five or six years? The lyre has no intention of playing, and the eight-part essay cannot be passed down. The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in urgent need. I can't understand it, I can't understand it, so I have no choice but to blame Lang. A thousand words can't be finished, bored, and ten rely on the railing. On the ninth day, you can see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round.
In July and a half, incense is burned to ask for heaven, and in the dog days of June, everyone shakes their hearts. Pomegranate in May is as red as fire, but it is watered by cold rain. April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in the mirror. In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March. Falling and falling, the kite line was broken in February. Hey, Lang Lang, I wish you to be a woman's man in your next life.
Translation:
Our thoughts have really changed since we parted. At that time, I only said that I would meet again in three or four months. Who would have thought that it has been five or six years now. I'm not in the mood to play the lyre or send a letter. I'll wait for you in the pavilion. Even if I have a hundred thoughts and a thousand thoughts about you, I just blame you helplessly.
There are thousands of words in my heart, but I am bored without you and lean on the railing in vain. On the Double Ninth Festival, we climb to see the lonely geese, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is full of moons. In July and a half, I held a candle to burn incense and asked the sky. The dog days in June are so hot that people are shaking their fans, but my heart is cold.
In May, pomegranate flowers were as red as fire, but they were drenched by a cold rain. The loquat in April is not mature yet, and I am upset in front of the mirror. Spring is busy, and the peach blossoms in March fall gently with the current. In February, the kite broke its line and fell helplessly. What a pity. Alas, husband, I want you to be my concubine in my next life.
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Creative background:
According to legend, after Sima Xiangru made a little success in her career, she wanted to take a concubine, and sent her a 13-character letter (100 million in one two three four five six seven eight nine) (a book of the two places). Zhuo Wenjun was deeply saddened, so he replied with this famous poem Kulan.
According to legend, writing Zi Xufu was appreciated by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and it was called Lang with Shanglin Fu. Soon, I intend to take Maoling women as concubines and treat Zhuo Wenjun coldly.
So Zhuo Wenjun wrote the poem "Ballad of the White Head" ("Snow is as white as a mountain, and the moon is as bright as a cloud. I heard that you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you. Today is like the last party, and tomorrow we will break up. I moved my feet slowly along the edge of the road, and my past life flowed like water in a ditch, never returning. When I decided to take the king away from home, I didn't cry like an ordinary girl. I hope to win a heart and never leave each other. The bamboo pole is curled and the fish tail is twisted. A man's heart is heavy, why use money and knives? " ) give it to each other.
References:
Sogou Encyclopedia-Poems of Complaining Lang
2. Ancient poems with numbers from one to ten:
Song Dynasty: Shao Yong
At first glance, it is two or three miles away, and mist hangs over four or five families.
Pavilion 67, 89 bloom.
Translation:
Two or three miles away, there are four or five families with cooking smoke. Passing through six or seven pavilions, there are more than a dozen flowers around.
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Creative inspiration:
He once went to visit his friends in the countryside, and on the way he met a mother who went to visit relatives in the countryside with her five or six-year-old child. He walked with the mother and son, and the child jumped and jumped for joy and walked two or three miles. Along the way, they passed by the village and saw many small pavilions and beautiful flowers on the roadside. Shao Yong wrote a poem "Love Village": When you go to two or three miles, there are four or five smoke villages. Pavilion 67, 89 bloom.
In his four short poems, ten numbers from "one" to "ten" are embedded in turn, and a beautiful pastoral landscape is skillfully outlined. Later, digital poetry, whose poems were filled with numbers from one to ten, was called "cross order". Many scholars have written such a funny cross. Because Shao Yong's catchy song is particularly famous, it was regarded by the ancients as the first poem to teach children to count.
References:
Sogou encyclopedia-chanting in mountain villages
3. Poems embedded with numbers from one to ten go to two or three miles, with four or five smoke villages, six or seven pavilions and eighty or ninety flowers.
From the works of Shao Kangjie, a Neo-Confucianism scholar in the Song Dynasty: "A line of twenty or thirty miles, four or five smoke villages, six or seven pavilions, eighty or ninety flowers." The title of this poem is unknown. A poem, a trip to 23 miles, another poem, a mountain village poem, embeds the numbers "one" to "ten" into a picturesque mountain village landscape, which is simple and refreshing.
Selected as the first primary school Chinese textbook by People's Education Publishing House. Shao Kangjie, the word Fu Yao.
Song Zhenzong Dazhong Xiangfu was born in Fanyang (now Dashao Village, Zhuozhou, Hebei Province) in AD 4 (AD 10 1). When I was young, I moved to Zhangheng (now Kangjie Village, Linxian County, Henan Province) with my father Shao Gu, then moved to * * * City (now Huixian County, Henan Province), and moved to Luoyang at the age of 37.
Familiar with the Book of Changes, good at arithmetic. He is the author of The Changes of Plum Blossoms.
4. Poems that begin with numbers (1 to 10), such as "Spring Breeze in February Like Scissors", riding a princess and laughing in the world of mortals-Du Mu and his party are egrets in the sky-Du Fu's Bing Xin is in the jade pot-Wang Changling is an isolated city-Wan Ren Mountain-Wang Weixin reaches Qin Jiutian-Han Yu pear tree presses Haitang. Meet at the 24th Bridge, on a moonlit night. For example, this egret divided Dao Jiang, and distinguished right from wrong for 20 years. In 23 years, it gave up on 28 beauties. A good horse and two orioles sang green willows, and offered their sincerity to two generations. At two or three o'clock, the clouds did not make rain, and the apes on both sides could not stop crying. After three mountains and a half fell into the sky, the third call increased his fame with the state affairs for 30 years, dust and dirt, and Chun Xue returned to the grave for three times, but his love for three thousand years was concentrated on a person's country for four thousand years. An ancient spell was at a banquet, while the stars became thin and the sound was all around. Four o'clock is lovely. Only in spring did Stark ring the fifth watch and challenge snare drum to cross the Great Wall with fifty strings. The soldiers stopped, and none of the 66-year-old Yan Hanglian's 89 and the BLACKPINK of the Sixth House, which were in turmoil, came to nothing, and the birds of the Six Dynasties were singing in the air. In recent days, on the seventh day of July, seven or eight stars in the Hall of Eternal Life are still in the sky. The Eight Immortals of Yunyue don't know infatuation. In August, the wind roared. Eight monarchs travel in one day, three Wan Li 800 Li are devoted to nine celestial beings, and nine elements are cold and cold. the Yellow River
5. The latest love poem about the number 1 to 10: Zhuo Wenjun wrote back that Sima Xiangru and Sima Xiangru had the idea of divorcing their wives after they became famous in Beijing, so they wrote a letter to Zhuo Wenjun: one two three four five six seven eight nine 110 million 198765432 1. It means that our environment has changed since the beginning, so we should return to the original appearance from now on. Zhuo Wenjun was heartbroken and wrote a reply according to the contents of the letter, which is a classic. Sima Xiangru felt very ashamed after reading the letter and gave up the idea of divorcing his wife. ● A farewell, hanging in two places, only in March and April, but a farewell is five or six years. The lyre has no intention to play, the eight lines have no transmission, the nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion wants to wear it. I can't understand it, I can't understand it, so I have no choice but to blame Lang. A thousand words can't be finished, and you are bored. Chongyang climbs to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round. In July and a half, I burned incense and held candles to ask the sky. In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart. Pomegranate in May is redder than fire, but it will be watered by cold rain. April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in the mirror. In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March; Falling and falling, the kite line was broken in February. Hey! Lang Lang, I really hope that you are a woman and I am a man in the next life.
I found it somewhere else,
6. After the line containing the sentence from 1 to 10 is separated, the two places are hung together.
They all say March and April, but who knows five or six years.
The lyre has no intention to play, and the eight-character book can't be passed down.
The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in a hurry!
A hundred ideas, a thousand ideas. Despair, strange lang.
A thousand words can't be finished, and you are bored.
Chongyang climbs to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round.
In July and a half, burning incense and holding candles to ask heaven,
In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.
Pomegranate is like fire in May, but it is watered by cold rain.
April loquat is not yellow, I look in the mirror, am utterly confused.
In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March;
After falling again and again, the kite string was broken in February.
I hope that in the next life, you are a woman and I am a man.
Dry dragon flying snow
One by one, two, three, four or five.
Six dollars, seven dollars, and eight or nine dollars are all missing when flying into the reed flower.
The order of falling geese in Yuan Dynasty and the victory of Anonymous
One year old, day after day, autumn after autumn, one generation urges another. Meeting and parting, we have happiness and sadness. Lying on the sofa, dreaming all my life. Find a group of acquaintances, meet for a while, play for a while, and sing for a while.
Mr. Huang Kan's 1,234,567,891 million half-doubles;
A post is red and strong, with the shadow of Bixi, and the willows in the west six miles of thousands of feet. Swallows with two nests are difficult to learn, and half pillows often hate chickens for five nights.
Nine days of physical and mental dreams, thousands of clouds and waters all around. Ten out of ten, 70% to 80% is a virtual image, and three spring wins two tears.
7. What poems can be quoted from the number 1 to 10? A line of egrets went up to the sky.
The cold wind in early spring
The gains and pains of the king's three visits to his country;
There are no idle fields in the four seas
Five ferries in the distance were covered by wind and fog.
A farewell, the two places are hung together, only in March and April. Who knows that in five or six years, the lyre was unintentionally played, the eight-character script could not be passed down, the nine chains were interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion was eager to see it, and it was hopeless, but it was helpless to blame you.
Lotus on four sides and willow on three sides, a city full of spring scenery and half a city of lakes.
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow. -Cen Can's Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Homecoming, Song of Snow.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. -Li Bai's Looking at Lushan Waterfall
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. -Su Shi