Cai Yong (132 ~ 192) was a poet, essayist and calligrapher in the Eastern Han Dynasty. The word "Bo". Chen was born in (now Qixian County, Henan Province). Knowledgeable, good at diction, proficient in melody. When Emperor Huan was in power, the eunuch heard that he was good at playing drums, so he asked the emperor to let Liu Chen be the prefect and urged him to go to Beijing. Cai Yong went to Yanshi and said that he was ill and came back. The spiritual emperor met the practitioners, looked up books in Dongguan, and moved to negotiate with them. In the fourth year of Xiping (175), Cai Yong wrote the Six Classics, and carved a stone tablet outside imperial academy, which was called "Xiping Shijing" in history. Later, he was demoted to Shuofang for impeaching eunuchs. After being pardoned, he dared not go back to his hometown and fled to Jiangsu and Zhejiang 12 years. Dong Zhuo forced him to be an official when he was in Xian Di. Dong Zhuo was punished, Yong was arrested and died in prison.
Cai Yan, a poetess in Wei Dynasty. Wenxi, also known as Evonne, was born in (now Qixian County, Henan Province). The date of birth and death is unknown. Daughter of the famous writer Cai Yong. Since childhood, he has learned a lot, with good writing style and good temperament. When I first married Wei Zhongdao in Hedong, my husband died and went back to my parents' house without children. There was chaos in the world at the end of the Han Dynasty, and Dong Zhuo entered Luoyang. At first, Dong forced him to move westward to Chang 'an, and later he was captured by the Southern Xiongnu Army in the second year of Xingping (195). She spent 12 years in the Huns and gave birth to two sons. In the 12th year of Jian 'an (207), Cao Cao sent envoys to South Xiongnu to redeem Cai Yan with Jinbi. After Cai Yan returned to the Central Plains, she remarried Dong Si, a captain of wasteland. I have recalled and written more than 400 works by my dead father. Cai Yan's existing works include Poems of Sorrow and Indignation in Five Words, Poems of Sao Style, Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia and so on. The sorrowful and indignant poems written by Sao style are quite inconsistent with Cai Yan's life, and many scholars think they are pseudographs. Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia first appeared in Zhu's Notes on Chu Ci in the Song Dynasty, not in the Book of the Later Han Dynasty. In style, it is far from the works at that time, so some scholars think it is also a false trust of future generations.
Cai Yong once wrote 104 poems, poems, tablets, obituaries and inscriptions. His most famous Ci Fu is "Shu Xing Fu". "Preface" said that in the autumn of the second year, Yan Xi was forced to the capital by the eunuchs in power, and felt that the eunuchs had good power and Daxing Palace. "The people were frozen and hungry, and many people didn't die a natural death"; I also felt that many outspoken people in North Korea died tragically at that time, and I was indignant. Therefore, I wrote this essay by borrowing the historic sites I met on the road. Fu "Taiwan pavilion poverty makes perfect, people are wet." The words "grain is better than animals, and there is no food under chaff" show sympathy for the people's sufferings. In Han Fu, which has always been used to sing praises, such ideological content is valuable. Cai Yong's prose has elegant dictionary, harmonious syllables and even sentences, which shows the change of writing style at the end of Han Dynasty. Among them, there are many epitaphs, of which Guo tablet is the most famous, and the rest are mostly epitaphs. He also wrote Hanshu. In addition, Cai Yong's calligraphy is exquisite, especially the official script, which has a great influence. The Annals of Gyeonggi contains Cai Yong Collection 12 (Liang 20 Volume, recorded as 1 Volume), which has been lost. The Collection of Cai Zhonglang, compiled by Zhang Pu in Ming Dynasty, contains the anthology of Han, Wei and Six Dynasties 103.
Cai Yong (132- 192): Zibo, a ci-fu writer, essayist, calligrapher and guqin player in the Eastern Han Dynasty, was born in Qixian County, Henan Province.
During the reign of Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty, there were many errors in Cai Yong's proofreading book, so it was revised and written on a stone tablet, which stood outside the university. At that time, young students were correcting books on this stone. They were reading and writing every day. After the unrest, these stone tablets were damaged in the fire in Luoyang. 1800 years later, farmers in the suburbs of Luoyang dug up several stones with handwriting on them, which were identified as Cai Yong's calligraphy in those days and are now treasured in the History Museum.
Cai Yong is a great writer and calligrapher. Liang Wudi called him: "The book of Cai Yong is full of vigor and vitality, and it is refreshing." Fan Wenlan, a contemporary historian, said: "The art of writing in the Han Dynasty reached its highest level when Cai Yong wrote the Shijing." His calligraphy is neat but not dull, quiet and vivid. In addition to the Book of Songs in Jiaping, it is said that Cao E's tablet was also written by him, with natural composition, strong brushwork and ups and downs of words, without seeking beauty, but with simple and innocent interest.
In addition, Cai Yong is also good at astronomy, mathematics and physics. He is a leader of Luoyang literary circles, such as Yang Ci, Ma, and Cao Cao, who later became a master. He often goes to Cai Yong House and asks Cai Yong for advice and becomes his friend.
When Emperor Huan was ten years old, he was often told that Cai Yong was good at drumming, so he ordered him to enter Beijing and go to Yanshi. Cai Yong said that he was ill, returned home and lived in seclusion.
During the reign of Emperor Ling, Cai Yong was worshipped as a doctor and later promoted to a doctor. Exiled for impeaching eunuchs, he wandered in Jiangsu and Zhejiang for twelve years after being pardoned. After Dong Zhuo was in power, he deliberately wooed Cai Yong, a famous man in Beijing, three times a day, worshiped the corps commander, and even named him Levin Hou. After Dong was punished, Cai was arrested and asked to complete the history of the Han Dynasty with one bow and one foot. The literati sympathized with him, too. Maribe even said, "Berger is a brilliant scholar, but is it disappointing to punish him?" But he died in prison. Later generations called him "Wen Tong San Lv, Xiao Qi attended the ceremony". In literature, he was compared to Qu Yuan, and in filial piety, he was compared to Zeng Shen and Xian Zi.
Attachment: Chae Yeon's works
Hujiashibai
First beat
I did nothing at the beginning of my life, but after I was born, the Han Dynasty declined. Heaven is ruthless and chaotic, and the earth is ruthless, which makes me meet this time. The road is dangerous and the people are in exile. Smoke and dust cover the wild, land rover prospers, and ambition is good and righteousness is lacking. I'm vulgar and inappropriate. I'm insulted. Who should I sue? After a while, I played the piano and my heart collapsed. No one knew.
Second shot
Rong Jie forced me to get married and pushed me to the horizon. Yunshan is heavy, and the wind blows thousands of miles, raising dust and sand. Many people are violent and fierce, such as insects and snakes, and they are arrogant and extravagant. Zhang Xuanxian's heart was broken and his ambition was shattered.
The third beat
It is better to have no life than to go to the country of Yue Han and enter the city of Hu. Felt hair is shocking and flesh and blood, and what goes around comes around is boring to curb my feelings. Drums and drums have been ringing since the night, and the wind is vast and dark. Hurt the present, feel the past, feel the past, feel the sadness, feel the pain, feel the pain, feel the pain!
The fourth beat
I miss my hometown day and night, and I feel the most bitter when my life is full. Natural disasters make the country chaotic and the people have no owners. I am the only one who has no luck. The vulgarity of the mind is different from the difficulties of the body, and so is the desire. Who can talk to? Thinking about the calendar, why? Happiness > resistance, four beats into happiness and sadness.
Fifth beat
Wild goose south wants to express its heart, and wild goose north wants to get a Chinese sound. Wild geese fly high and hard to find, sad and homesick. The folding of the eyebrows caressed Ya Qin to the moon, and the five strokes were profound.
Sixth beat
First frost is cold and hungry, so you can't eat meat and cheese. At night, I heard the long water sobbing. I saw the Great Wall and the road was full. Looking back, it is difficult to pack your bags, and six beats of sadness come and go.
Seventh beat
At dusk, the wind is wailing. I don't know who I am talking to. Vilen is depressed and prosperous in Wan Li, and the vulgar, the old, the weak and the young are beautiful. There are aquatic plants to build homes and repair bases, and cattle and sheep gather everywhere like bees and ants. When the grass is exhausted, the sheep and horses are moved, and the seven beats are hateful.
Eighth beat
Why don't you see me wandering alone? Is it because of the eyes of the sky? Why do you see me wandering alone because of the spirit of God? I don't live up to heaven, I don't live up to gods, I don't live up to gods. I took eight beats to relieve my worries, but I didn't know how to turn joy into sorrow.
Ninth beat
The sky is boundless and my heart is sad. Life is fleeting, but I can't be happy in my prime. I want to ask the truth, but the sky is gray and I have no chance. Looking up at the clouds in the sky, nine slaps.
The tenth beat
When will the battlefield stop when the beacon fire in Chengtou has not been extinguished? The murderous look rushed to the door, and Hu Feng blew the moonlight. The hometown is silent with the sound of dust. A lifetime of hard work and parting, ten times of sadness and tears into blood.
Eleventh beat
I am not greedy for life and hate death, so I can't dedicate my body and my heart. I still want to return to mulberry, and I have been dead for a long time. Sun, Moon and Sun are in Rongji, and the Hu people spoil me and have two sons. There is no shame in bow education, and the growth of the soul is contemptible. There is a beat in ten, which is also because of this, sad.
The twelfth beat
How warm the east wind should be, and the son of heaven in the Han family is happy with Buyang. Hu Qiang sang and danced, and the two countries made love and went to war. Suddenly, every Chinese ambassador called Jin and sent his daughter to redeem me. I am so happy to be alive, and I am so happy to meet the holy king, so I say goodbye to my second son for no reason. Nine times out of ten, two beats are both sad and happy. Who is living in two emotions?
The thirteenth beat
This doesn't mean I can't live, but I must go back and caress Hu and cry. Ambassador China greeted me. I don't know. At this time, share life and death with me and worry about being a child. How can I repay you with wings? One step at a time is difficult. The soul disappears, and so does love. There are three beats in ten, and the string is anxious and sad. I don't know.
The fourteenth beat
When I got home, I didn't know what to do, and my heart hung like I was hungry. Everything in the four seasons has ups and downs, but sorrow is not moving for the time being. The mountains are high and the sea is wide. I will see you all my life. I dreamed that you came to Sri Lanka at night. In my dream, I held my hand, happy and sad, and I felt pain. My heart is restless. Nine times out of ten, tears are falling, the river is flowing east, and I am thinking.
The fifteenth beat
Fifteen beats, one festival, one liter, and my chest is full of gas. Who knows music? It's weird in the vault. I'd like to come back. If I regain the favor of Xi in Korea, my heart will become deeply full of memories and worries. The sun and the moon are selfless and have never expected anything. It is difficult for the mother and son to be separated. The same day is more and more like a business reference, and life and death are unknown.
Sixteenth beat
Sixteen beats, endless thoughts, my son and I stand on our side. The sun faces the east and the moon faces the west, so don't be heartbroken. I want to worry about daylily, but I don't care if I play the piano. I don't want to go back to my hometown today. Blood and tears looked up and complained to gray, I was born lonely.
The seventeenth beat
Seventeen patted Xi's heart, his nose was sour, and it was difficult for Guan Shan to stop Xi. When I went, I was pregnant with dirt and dead leaves, and the battlefield was scarred, with bones and arrows everywhere. The wind, frost and cold in spring and summer make people hungry. I returned to Chang 'an, my heart ached and my tears dried up.
The eighteenth beat
When it comes to nonsense, the original melody of the harp is the same. Although eighteen beats and songs are over, there is still a lot of noise and thoughts. Is to know the subtlety and subtle works of bamboo. Sorrow and joy change with people's hearts, and Hu Han varies from place to place. Heaven and earth are separated, and I have a hard time in heaven, complaining about others. Li Liuhe Xi should not be tolerated.
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Sorrow and indignation poem
Han Ji lost power and influence,
Dong Zhuo was in chaos.
Eager to usurp the throne,
First, harm others, not benefit yourself.
Forced to move to the old state,
Support the Lord and strive for self-improvement.
Xingyi division is at sea,
Think * * * is ominous.
Zhuo Zhong came to the East,
Jin Jiayao sunshine.
Indigenous people are vulnerable,
All the soldiers are Hu Qiang.
Hunting wilderness and besieged cities,
Know what you want and die.
Don't cut anything,
The remains are mutually exclusive.
Hanging a man's head on a horse,
There is a woman behind a horse.
Drive west to enter the customs,
This road is dangerous and blocked.
I still care about it,
The liver and spleen are rotten.
There are tens of thousands,
Don't let the chariots gather
Or flesh and blood,
I dare not speak.
Depressed for a few minutes,
Words must be done, and actions must be fruitful.
Make a pavilion knife,
I can't live you.
How dare you spare your life?
I can't stand it.
Or add a pestle,
Poison goes hand in hand with pain.
Denzel wept bitterly,
Sit quietly at night.
If you want to die, you can't have it,
You can't live if you want to live.
People with pale faces are not good,
It is this misfortune.
Bianhuang is different from China.
People are vulgar and have no sense of justice.
There is a lot of frost and snow,
Hu Feng begins in spring and summer.
Blow my clothes,
Susu is in my ear.
I miss my parents,
Lament infinity.
There are guests from outside,
I'm always glad to hear it.
Ask for information,
This is not a village.
I hope that when I meet you,
Flesh and blood come to see themselves.
I have to forgive myself,
When you abandon your son.
Heaven binds people,
Farewell has no time.
Life and death are always good,
I can't bear to resign.
Choke my neck in front of my son,
Ask mom what she wants.
When people say that their mother should leave,
Is there a return time?
Mother Zhang Renfu,
Why is it even more unkind today?
I'm not an adult,
I don't care.
Seeing this collapse in five days,
A trance leads to madness.
Crying and moving,
When you reply to doubts.
At the same time,
Say goodbye to each other.
I want to be alone,
The cry of sadness broke the crack.
Ma Weili lingered,
The car doesn't run.
The audience was booed,
The road also whimpers.
Cut off love,
The sun is approaching.
It is 3,000 miles long,
When shall we meet again?
Read me out of my stomach,
Conceit is to destroy failure.
When a family is exhausted,
There is no distinction between Chinese and foreign.
The city wall is a mountain forest,
Ding Yusheng Ai Jing.
Bones don't know who it is,
Don't cover the sky vertically and horizontally
No one went out,
Scream.
Wrapped in lonely scenery,
The liver and lungs are mixed.
Climb high and look far,
The soul god suddenly flew.
If the election is over,
Others are very generous.
In order to enhance eyesight,
It's hard to live.
Entrust your life to a new person,
Exhausted and self-motivated.
Become stingy,
I am often afraid to donate again.
The geometry of life,
Worried all the year round.
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Sorrow and indignation poem
Thin and thin, I am suffering from this world. A list of clans. I entered Xiguan with a slight scratch. This is a difficult journey. The valley is rugged and the road is long. Look around as soon as possible and lament. {I = I} can't sleep well. Hunger is food, but I can't eat it I often shed tears and quit. Bo Zhijie missed his death. Although I am alive, I am invisible. It's just that the other party is far from Yang's essence. Yin Qi freezing, snowfall, zero in summer. The desert is full of dust. With trees and grass, spring is not glorious. People are like animals. They eat smelly food. I'm not talking. When I get old, I'll take a brand. Nagato closes at night. Get up if you can't sleep. Denghu store Xi Lin Guangting. Clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, and the sun, the moon and the stars. The north wind is strong and cold. A?vagho?a. Around Hu Jia, lonely geese return to Xi's voice. Happy people play the piano and guzheng happily. The sound is harmonious, sad and clear. My heart is full of thoughts and my chest is full of anger. Want to relax, be afraid, be surprised. Sorrow in the throat, tears on the neck. Xi Danggui Ning Welcome home. I was born with a way to donate. The child cried and cried, and lost his voice. I can't bear to listen. It's no use chasing me. It would be awkward to get up again. It is cruel to care about it. My heart was broken, and I rose from the dead.