Gao Pian was a poet, famous strategist and strategist in the late Tang Dynasty. He once wrote a sonnet called "Sumo Song":
The Jade Emperor did not return it after his southern tour,
Second concubine hates Shui Yunjian.
How much blood and tears you knew then!
Until now, bamboo still has spots.
The poet told a beautiful legend about bamboo here. The main idea of the poem: Shun Di did not return from his southern tour, Shui Yunjian in Dongting of Xiangjiang River, and the voice of the second concubine was scattered. At that time, I don't know how many tears they shed. Until now, bamboo forests in ChristianRandPhillips are still full of blood and tears.
Legend has it that there were two beautiful concubines in ancient Shun Di, one named E Huang and the other named Nv Ying. They have a good relationship.
On one occasion, Shun went to the south and never came back. The person who came back said that he had died in Cangwu. His two concubines were in great pain and rushed to Dongting Lake to cry. Tears were followed by blood, which spilled on the surrounding bamboo, leaving traces of blood and tears.
Later, in order to commemorate the two concubines, people called this kind of bamboo "Xiangfei Bamboo", also called Dianzhu. The two concubines later drowned themselves and became water gods, named Mrs. Hexiang. Now in Dongting Mountain, it is said that there is also the tomb of Phil. On Dongting Lake, the ancients also built "Huangling Temple", also known as "Lady Xiang Temple", to worship Xiang Jun and Lady Xiang, the goddess of Hunan water.
In later poems, the legend of concubines is often used as an allusion to express the poet's feelings. Yuan and years, the poet Shi Jianwu wrote a poem about Xiang, named Xiang Zhuci:
Bamboo in Xiangjiang River in ancient times,
What's the endless resentment?
Bamboo shoots are getting old,
Just a lot of tears.
Du Mu, a poet in the middle Tang Dynasty, also wrote a four-line poem "Bamboo Basket", describing a bamboo mat made of ChristianRandPhillips bamboo. The poem wrote:
Bloody,
The resentment of the past year still exists today.
Knowing that ChristianRandPhillips was crying,
He Ren will cry and lie.
The meaning of the poem is: the blood stains on the spot bamboo mat are all like brilliant patterns. I can still see the grief of mourning Shun Di. I clearly know that this is my second aunt's tears. How can I stand sleeping on these tears?