Seven things: painting, calligraphy, piano, chess, poetry, hops and opening the door. Now there is wine to drink alone, but no one talks about poetry. (poet)
Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, poetry, calligraphy and painting are all inseparable from it. Eat up the hardships of the cold window and welcome the flowers of the imperial examination. (scholar)
Gold, silver, silk, salt, sugar and tea are bought and sold all over the world. Seven dollars to open the door, and the writers in Bafang Store will see them off. (businessman)
Field, rice, livestock, mulberry, silk and hemp are seven kinds of troubles and worries. Sacrifice and pray for heaven and earth, and gold and silver will be sent every year. (outdoor)
Listen, listen, visit wine, visit money, visit tea, and run around for it day and night. Yamen and Yamen often go in and out. I am the owner of the neighborhood. (local insurance)
In the Song Dynasty, there was a woodcutter who went up the mountain to chop wood and tasted a poem, which was quite able to tell the sufferings of the people. Poetry cloud:
All the rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea are in other people's homes. Hard work for a lifetime, half a year, half a year.
"Tea with rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar" is seven things people need in their daily lives, but everything is in other people's homes. I have worked hard all my life and only eat bran vegetables all day long. It goes without saying that it is shabby and miserable. Since then, the seven things to open the door have been specifically referred to as "rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea", and this person's poems have become a common practice.
In Yuan Dynasty's zaju, such as Yu He Du, these seven things are often used in poetry. Among them, there is a poem in the second compromise of Liu Hangshou:
Teach me to be a master, not a master, until the master is in a mess. Seven things to do in the morning, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. Described the scene of "You don't know how expensive rice is unless you are a master", which is handy, easy to understand and interesting. There is a poem in Chen Xilu's Huang Naiyu Dialect:
Painting, calligraphy, piano, chess, poetry and hops are all inseparable from it. Now seven things have changed, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.
The author's life has changed from ease and leisure to hard work and hardship. Looking back on the past, he can't help feeling deeply!
Amin painter Tang Bohu is often troubled by life. He wrote in "New Year's Eve Occupation":
All the rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea are in other people's homes. At the end of the year, I have nothing to do, and I look at plum blossoms in Zhutang Temple.
On New Year's Eve, every family stores meat and prepares wine to celebrate the New Year. The poet is extremely poor, and there is nothing in the seven things, but he still has leisure to enjoy flowers in Zhutang Temple. The gentleman is poor, poor and elegant, which can be seen here.
There is a poem in the novels of the Ming Dynasty that "a poor soil accounts for a cloud":
All the rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea are in other people's homes. I also have some worries, hoeing the bright moon and planting plum blossoms.
Ancient literati advocated "poverty alleviation" and contentment was always a pleasure. Although the poet is short of money and has an empty stomach, he is still not worried. He hoes the moon and grows flowers, which can be described as seeking pleasure in suffering.
There is an anonymous poem "Avoiding Debt", which is more interesting than others. Poetry cloud:
The front door is a mess, with rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. I don't care about his mother. I went out from the back door to see plum blossoms.
Debtors come in droves, and poets have the idea of avoiding flowers; I'm afraid it's just a poem that laughs at jokes and comforts myself.
At the end of Qing Dynasty, there was an old scholar in Changsha. On New Year's Eve, he dodged debts in an ancient temple and recited a poem:
I have no money to buy rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and I have no credit. After thinking about it, I had to sell myself and beg Changsha not to be a grandfather.
This is a bitter self-ridicule, a tearful sad song crying.
Before liberation, prices soared and people lived in poverty. An old teacher and his wife live together, and the salary is difficult to support the family. Then sang a poem:
Seven things to worry about when opening the door, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. Fortunately, you don't have to buy three flavors, and your stomach is full of bitterness and bitterness.
After all, intellectuals are human beings, and there are seven things to open the door. The ancients said, "Rich and sad, I am different." The old teacher has good taste, and his poems are touching.
There is an anonymous poem "From Sigh":
Wood, rice, tea, salt, sauce, vinegar, oil, everything is ready now. I can't sigh if I swallow my voice, for fear of moving Gao Tang and worrying about me.
This is a dutiful son. Although he had a hard life, he forced a smile in front of his parents and dared not sigh loudly behind his back for fear of disturbing Gao Tang. Although I am poor, I don't forget to respect the elderly, and my heart is pure, which makes people praise me. -ray