Cai Wenji's Poem of Sorrow and Indignation is a five-character poem with 108 sentences. Academics have the same view on this poem, which is generally believed to be written by Cai Wenji, but some scholars think it is a folk work.
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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. Humiliated. Who should I sue? After a while, I knocked on the piano, feeling angry and resentful.
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. Like snakes, they are arrogant and extravagant. Two beats and one string, the string is heartbroken, heartbreaking and sad.
It is better to have no life than to go to the country of Yue Han and enter the city of Hu. Felt hair shocked my flesh and blood, and karma strangled my feeling of taste. Drums are ringing from the night, and Hu Feng is dark. Today's sadness is the triple beat of gold, and it is flat when the sad beast hates it.
I miss my hometown day and night, which is the most bitter. There is no owner in the natural disaster country, and only I am unlucky. Different customs and different physical difficulties, different appetites, who can talk! It's sad to think about how hard it is to remember clearly.
The wild goose south wants to speak, and the wild goose north goes west to win Han Qing. Wild geese fly high, hard to find, but heartbroken and homesick. The folding of the eyebrows caressed Ya Qin to the moon, and the five strokes were profound.
First frost is cold and hungry, so you can't eat meat and cheese. At night, I sobbed in the water. I saw the Great Wall, and the road was full of apricots. Looking back, it is difficult to pack your bags, and six beats of sadness come and go.
As the sun sets, the wind wails. I don't know who I'm talking to! Vilen is depressed, guarding Wan Li, vulgar, old, weak and young. There are aquatic plants to build homes and repair bases, and cattle and sheep gather in the wild like bees and ants. When the grass is exhausted, the sheep and horses are moved, and the seven beats are hateful.
Why don't you see me wandering alone? God, what happened? I live up to God. What makes me different? I failed my God. Why should I go to the desert state? I did eight beats to relieve my worries, but I didn't know my heart was turning to worry.
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 and smoke, nine beats are nostalgic. Who is it?
The beacon fire in Chengtou has not been extinguished. When will the battlefield stop? The murderous look rushed to the door, and Hu Feng blew the moonlight. Hometown sound insulation, crying silently. A lifetime of hard work and parting, ten times of sadness and tears into blood.
I must live to eat and die to hate, 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. Bow's education has no sense of shame, but his thoughts are getting bigger and bigger. There is a beat in ten miles, and because of this, sorrow and joy are lingering.
Dongfeng responds to the law and has a lot of heating, so we know that the Han family is the son of heaven and the cloth and clothes are harmonious. The Qiang people danced wildly and sang praises, and the two countries went to war with each other. Suddenly, I met an envoy of the Han Dynasty. He gave me a phone call that was almost imperial and asked my daughter to redeem my concubine. I am very happy to be alive, and I am also very happy to meet the Star King. I am happy to say goodbye to my children, I will be stateless. Nine times out of ten, it is difficult to live in two emotions.
This doesn't mean I can't live, but I have to go back and caress Hu and gamble. Ambassador China greeted me. Who knows? Life and death come with me at this time, worrying about losing my glory as a child. How can I have wings to give you back? Step by step, it is difficult to move, and the soul disappears. There are three beats in ten, and the strings are anxious and sorrowful, and the intestines are stirring.
When I get home, my son won't follow me, and my heart hangs like I'm hungry. Everything in the four seasons has ups and downs, but I am sad and temporarily motionless. 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. Holding hands in a dream is a kind of joy and a kind of sadness, but it hurts after sleeping. Nine times out of ten, tears are falling, the river is flowing east, and I am thinking.
Fifteen beats, a holiday, a promotion, and a full chest. Who knows music? It's unusual in the vault. I hope I can come back, I hope I can be happy again. My heart is full of sorrow and sorrow. The sun and the moon are selfless and never shine. It is no wonder that mother and son are separated, and the same day is more and more like a reference in business, and life and death are unknown.
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 am worried about camping grass, but I won't forget it. Sorry to play the piano! I don't want to go back to my hometown today. Old grievances are settled and new grievances are long! Blood and tears look up and complain to the gray son, Hu lives alone!
Seventeen patted Xi's heart, his nose was sour, and it was difficult for Guan Shan to stop Xi. I went with a lot of thoughts, but I didn't think long when I came. Filled with branches and dried leaves of Artemisia annua, the battlefield was scarred and covered with bones, knives and arrows. In spring and summer, the wind and frost are cold and the people are hungry and weak. I was so heavy that I entered Chang 'an. I sighed my heart and my tears dried up.
Hu Jia was born out of Hu and turned out the same melody. Although the 18th beat of Xi Qu is over, it sounds memorable. It is a work that knows the subtleties of bamboo silk, and the joys and sorrows change with people's hearts. Hu and Han are different, and heaven and earth are separated. I am bitter in heaven, complaining about others, and the breadth of Liuhe is intolerable!