A man must have a daughter to feel all the tenderness. So how should ancient talents write about their daughters? This is a topic I wanted to choose a long time ago, and I sorted it out simply by scanning Shumiao’s two Weibo posts.
Shu Shu Miao writes about Shen Deqian. She said: Shen Deqian once wrote a poem about his daughter, called "Little Shu": A young girl is like a bird, and she is extremely pitiful when thrown into the world. Share the joy and let the good fruit, self-love surrounds the entire line. Playfully stealing new sentences (I learned one or two new sentences, jokingly saying that I made them myself), and smearing colored paper horizontally and vertically. Xiaozhuang is greedy to stand out, and she also has appliqués.
Then I suddenly saw Shen Deqian's daughter in "Shenghu Chronicles": "Shen Qinghan, with a character line, was born in Changzhou. She was the posthumous daughter of Wen Ji Deqian, the official of the Shangshu. She was the supervisor of Shengjiagu House. After becoming a widow, she gave up prosperity and became a slave. He was a man of few words and jokes throughout his life. He occasionally wrote poems but never saved them. However, the ones that survived were all ancient and elegant. He died at the age of 50. As for Xiao Shu, such a cute baby turned out to be too miserable.
Things in this world are difficult to look at before and after. The little girl who liked to steal her father's poems grew up to be reticent and laughable, which makes people feel sad. Suddenly I remembered a topic I wanted to write about a long time ago, that is, how do famous fathers write about their daughters?
Li Bai must have been the first to be found out. Of course, he did write this song well.
"To the Second Child of Donglu" The mulberry leaves in Wu are green, and the silkworms in Wu have been sleeping for the third time. My family sends it to Donglu. Who grows the turtle-shaded fields? Spring has come to an end, and Jiang Xingfu is at a loss. The south wind blows back to my heart, flying down in front of the restaurant. There is a peach plant in the east of the building, with green smoke blowing from its branches and leaves. I planted this tree, and it has been three years since I came here. The peach is now in line with the building, and my journey has not yet turned around. The charming girl is called Pingyang, and she folds flowers and leans against the edge of the peach. I can't see you when you fold flowers, and my tears are like flowing springs. The son's name is Boqin, and he is as tall as his sister. Under the two rows of peach trees, who cares if I caress my back? If you lose the order of thinking about this, your liver and intestines will become worried and fried every day. The word "split" means far away, because of Wenyangchuan.
The youngest daughter "folded flowers and leaned against the peach blossoms. When I folded the flowers and didn't see me, she burst into tears." Looking at Li Bai's memory of his daughter under the peach blossoms, his whole body became vivid. What poetry fairy, wielding a sword? Jianghu, at this moment he is a father who can resonate with us emotionally. Suddenly I thought of what I saw on the train one year. The little girl was very happy being held by her mother. The train arrived at a station, and her grandfather and father got off the train. The little girl had no idea that her father suddenly said to her, "No." Say goodbye to grandpa? Suddenly realizing that she was going to be separated from her grandfather, she started crying. However, there are no eggs. The train carried her and her mother forward.
Wang Xizhi has seven sons and one daughter. With such a combination, the daughter must be particularly favored. Wang Xizhi’s daughter is named Wang Mengjiang. The Epitaph of Princess Li Mengjiang of Linchuan County is hidden in Zhaoling, Liquan County, Shaanxi Province. Museum) quotes Taizong of the Tang Dynasty: "I heard that Wang Xizhi's daughter was named Meng Jiang, and she was very skilled in calligraphy. I admired her as a calligrapher, and she can be traced together. Because her name is Meng Jiang..." Meng Jiang actually refers to beautiful women in general. In the Book of Songs, He kept mentioning, for example, "Like a cloud girl, like a cloud girl, with a face like Meng Jiang; Qinhuaili, Qinhuaili, just like Pushang" "He is as beautiful as Meng Jiang, and he is beautiful and beautiful." It's a bit like what people choose in today's names. "Mei", "Li", "Yan" and "Qian" are all beautiful. However, Meng Jiang originally meant the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, Meng Zhongshuji. Jiang was naturally from Qi, so you can often see Wen Jiang and the like when looking at the annals of the Spring and Autumn Period.
Talking back to Wang Xizhi, I couldn’t find how to write about his daughter, but I found a lot of letters he wrote to his daughter:
When the day is over when I leave, if I want to keep a daughter with me, I should send it to myself after I leave. If you think about it, you can make a promise; if you don't know the due date, it will be in vain. The lady is involved in peace and harmony, and everything is good even with small steps. Spending fifteen days will definitely help the river, so if you know what to ask in two days, you must trust and know again, and you will definitely take a shortcut to meet the next step. You can pay it back in time, and count the day as the year when you are late.
You will probably understand it at a glance. It is what every father will say. You should go home and take a look when you have nothing to do.
There are also the following:
Tell Jiang on the 27th, are your mother and son okay? We can't help each other. How are you, mother and son, doing over there? As an aside, Wang Xizhi's daughter Wang Mengjiang later gave birth to a son and a daughter. His son Liu Jin was said to be talented, did well as an official, and was quite promising. The daughter Liu married into the Xie family and gave birth to a very famous son Xie Lingyun.
Wang Xizhi also wrote this to his daughter:
On December 6, I told Jiang Dao and others that the year had suddenly come to an end. In the moon letter, I know that Jiang and others are safe, but my longevity is not at peace, and my heart is hanging. It's so cold, everyone can do it? Longevity is a difference. I have recently been suffering from earache, which is getting worse now. I offer it to you, so I don’t want to give it to you. The strength is not enough. In February, Jiang and others are safe.
No matter how far he goes, his father will still miss his daughter.
The same is true for this song by Wang Anshi. He wrote a song "Farewell to Yinnu": He is already in his thirties and has declined, his eyes are full of sadness and he only attacks himself. Tonight the boat comes to bid farewell to you. From now on, life and death will be separated from the west and the east.
At first, I thought why the separation between life and death was so serious. Later, I learned about the background and found out that it was separation between life and death. Yinnu was also Wang Anshi’s eldest daughter. Unfortunately, she died young. He personally wrote the epitaph: Yinnu knew the affairs of Yin County. She is also the daughter of Wang in Linchuan. He was born at sunrise before Renxu in April of the seventh year of Qingli. He died at sunrise after Xinsi in June of the next year. He was buried at sunrise at Renwu in the northwest of Chongyuan. As a girl, I have such a huge benefit. I doubt it will be difficult to achieve, ugh. Later, Wang Anshi wanted to leave Yinxian County because he wanted to be an official elsewhere. He "farewelled you in a small boat" and went alone in a boat late at night. He was really already in his thirties.
Such a daughter who "laughs before she is a full moon and can speak before she is one year old" will definitely be as outstanding as other women in their Wang family if she can grow up. Then there is a gossip about the women of Wang Anshi's family. Wei Tai's "Poem Talk in Linhan Residence": "In modern times, women are often capable of poetry, and there are often some who are as good as the ancients. Wang Jinggong's family is the largest, Zhang Kui's wife is the king of Chang'an County, and Jingong's sister, There are many good sentences. The author said: "The grass cups and plates are full of words and laughter, and the dim lights are talking about life." Remembering home. I look at the mountains and rivers with thousands of hatreds, and look at the yellow flowers with tears in my eyes. "Liu Tianbao's wife is Pingfu's daughter. There is a sentence: "If you don't have the chance for swallows to pass through the curtain, you will know when spring comes." Mr. Jing's wife, Mrs. Wu Guo, is also good at writing. There is a short poem "Invite relatives to visit the West Lake" One sentence goes: "I'll wait until next year to drink again and join hands, and I will know that there will be no rain or wind." It's a joy to be free and easy."
The general meaning is that in the Song Dynasty, most women could write poems and they were all good at it. They are also very, very good. Wang Anshi has the most children in his family, and Wang Anshi’s sister is amazing. Wang Anshi's daughter Wang Ying is also very powerful. She wrote: "The west wind does not enter the small window screen, and the autumn mood should take pity on me and recall my home. I look at the mountains and rivers with countless hatreds, and look at the yellow flowers with tears." Then there are Wang Anshi's wives and nieces listed something. In fact, Wang Anshi's granddaughter was also a talented woman. Yang Jie recorded in "The Epitaph of the Wu Family of Wenshui Boshu Ren in the Song Dynasty" that Wang Anshi's granddaughter Wu said: "As she grew up, she was good at poetry and calligraphy, learned a lot and remembered well, and understood the ancient history scholars. "That's Wang Ying's daughter. Let's talk more about Wang Anshi's daughter, "Mozhuang Manlu": Wang Jinggong's daughter was the son of Prime Minister Wu and was granted the title of monarch of Chang'an County. She was good at poetry. When I see women from my relatives wearing clothes and wearing Bai Luo as their leader, the play is like a poem: fragrant Luo is like a newly cut snow strand, it arouses the dark clouds and does not let them go. It still looks like a plum blossom blowing away in the distant mountains and autumn water at night.
However, it was indeed a trend at that time for women to be good at poetry and writing. A casual search will show that it is a common phenomenon. It is no wonder that great poets such as Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen came from that time. It was definitely not the standard at that time for a woman to be virtuous without talent. It is said that when Song Huizong introduced Zhang Zilong to his wife, he emphasized that Deng Xunren's daughter was educated and knowledgeable. Song Huizong said, "Privy Councilor Deng Xunren's daughter is very beautiful and virtuous. She knows the classics. She once followed her mother into the prison. The palace maid called her Deng Wujing. I should marry her for you."
In addition to the characteristics of the times, like Bao cherishes his daughter equally and treats his daughter and son equally, which must be a reason.
For example, Su Shi’s sister Su Baniang recorded by Su Xun. Everyone knows Su Xiaomei. In fact, Su Shi probably didn't have that lucky sister. She married Qin Guan, a talented man and a beautiful woman. Su Shi had a sister who married her maternal uncle's son. However, she was mistreated by her husband's family and eventually died. Su Xun recorded the incident completely. When talking about this girl, he said, "The girl was young and eager to learn, generous and extraordinary, and her writing was often gratifying." Unfortunately, she died at the age of eighteen. Perhaps the people could not bear it. , to create such an artistic image as Su Xiaomei.
What Su Xun wrote is "Ziyou "Bingxu"": I am born without harm to things. When he was young, he lived in a rural area, grew up in all directions, and traveled thousands of miles away. It would be unjust to stay away from other gentlemen. Therefore, when I am fifty-one years old, there is no one who is better than others, and there is no one who is better than me. At the age of Renchen, when a young daughter was lost, she would be the first person to be married to her husband's family, and the death would be to be her husband's family. The girl is eager to learn since she was young, has extraordinary generosity, and is often gratified by her writing skills. Since he was the son of Cheng Jun, his mother's brother, he died at the age of eighteen. However, those who are diligent in Confucianism are not cautious in their conduct, and their wives are especially helpless. My daughter is in the middle because her family is displeased. When he became ill, his husband and his aunt ignored him and abandoned him, leading to his death. When he died, I still resented him, and even though I was the one who loved him, I didn't directly punish him. When I heard about it, I was deeply saddened by my friend, saying: "How can I be so special to you! You know your own virtuous people, but you don't choose to give them to others. The fault lies with you, and who should you blame?" After hearing this, I was deeply saddened. .
Ever since he was a child, Su Xun has never complained about anyone or been hated by others. However, when he lost his young daughter in his fifties, he began to hate his husband's family. His daughter married the son of Su Xun's wife's brother. It's a pity that Su Baniang's uncle's wife is not a good person and is often bullied. When you are sick, your husband, mother-in-law, and father-in-law are all responsible. According to the information Du Niang found, Su Baliang gave birth to a child when she was 17, which should have caused the disease. Her husband's family ignored her, so Su Baliang took a good rest at the Su family. As a result, the Cheng family took the child away. In the end, Su Baniang relapsed and died.
From constantly hating her in-laws, to the end, Su Xun kept blaming herself. She knew her daughter was so good, but did not choose a good husband for her. She fell into the tiger's mouth. Who should she blame?
As for the gifted scholar and his daughter, I have to mention Bai Juyi. Everyone knows that he had a lovely daughter named Jin Luanzi. She only got such a baby bump when she was almost forty years old. I discussed with his good buddies the issues of having children and inheriting poems, books and property. He said: Each of us has young literary talents, but none of them has a successor. Why ask Wang Can for Qin Shu? He is better with his daughter than with an outsider.
But Jin Luanzi was already dead when he was only three years old. He wrote that his daughter "lived her whole life without distinguishing between things." Alas.
Bai Juyi wrote many poems about crying for his daughter. It was difficult for him to calm down emotionally, but he still encountered sad things when he met his daughter's wet nurse. I won’t explain these poems one by one. The sad feelings in them are similar to ancient and modern times, so it should be easy to understand.
Jin Luanzi cries when he is ill
Unexpectedly, I am ill, and I feel so sad for you. When I was lying on the pillow, I cried with fear in front of the lamp.
Having a daughter is a burden, but being childless is a pity. It's only been ten days since I got sick, and I've been recovering for three years.
Tears of kindness burst out with the sound, and sadness is pulled by things. Therefore, the clothes are still on the rack, and the remaining medicine is still beside the head.
Go out to Shencun Alley and see the small tomb field. Don't say that within three miles of land, this parting will be the end of the world.
Severely Injured Little Girl
A scholar's words can be judged by his bed, as tender as a flower house and as fragile as a flower.
Only then did we realize that love is three years old, and we have lived a life without distinguishing between things and things.
You are not willing to accept the ritual of death, but I am not a saint who forgets your love.
I lament to myself that the dove’s nest is clumsy, and the spring chicks cannot be raised.
Bai Juyi's "Self-consciousness" No. 2
I cry in the morning for the one I love, and at dusk I cry for the one I love. All my love is gone, can I live alone?
How much joy in life, infinite kindness of flesh and blood. The knots cause pain in the intestines, and the accumulation causes pungency in the nose.
The sadness comes all the way, and my eyes are dim with tears. Therefore, at the age of forty, the heart is like that of a seventy-year-old.
I heard that there is a door to liberation in Buddhism. Set your mind to stop the water, and look at your body like floating clouds.
Shake off your filthy clothes and escape from the wheel of life and death. Hu is in love with this pain, and if he doesn't go away, he will still wander around.
In retrospect, I wish to have this vision in my body. But accept the retribution of the past and do not bear the consequences of the future.
I swear to use the water of wisdom to wash away troubles and dust forever. If you don’t love your son, you will sow the root of sorrow!
Reciting two poems by Jin Luan Zi
A three-year-old girl who was forty years old and ill. If you are not a man, you are better than nothing. A touch when you are in love.
Once you leave me, your soul will be nowhere to be found. When Kuang Nian died, he was vomiting and mute and was beginning to learn to speak.
I realized that love between flesh and blood is a gathering of sorrows and sorrows. Just think about the past, and use it to relieve the pain.
I have forgotten the day for a long time, and the cold and heat have passed three times. I feel sad today because I met my old wet nurse.
I am father and son, eighty to sixty years old. Suddenly disappeared again, spring came recently.
Form and quality are not real, and Qi gathers together to form the body. Loyalty is an illusion, and fate is a temporary relationship.
I am thinking that I have enlightenment, and I can use it to relieve my sorrow. Being ashamed and seizing the truth from yourself does not mean forgetting your lover.
Fortunately, Bai Juyi later had another daughter, named Luo Er. Bai Juyi also wrote many stories about Luo Er, "First I learned to laugh, and then I was able to recite songs and poems. The opera held my feet. , sleep on my clothes at night." Seeing my daughter so cute but lamenting that I am too old, I can only comfort myself. These two poems particularly express the feeling of having a child in old age. "My teeth are about to fall out today, but your teeth started to grow yesterday. My hair is falling out, and your topknot is just beginning to grow." So we should give birth to children as early as possible?
My chick
My chick’s name is Aluo, and Aluo is only seven years old. I am sorry that I am not a talented person, but I have no brothers.
Although he was arrogant and foolish, he is quite intelligent. My mother-in-law's eyebrows are like thrush, imitating my voice of chanting poems.
My teeth are about to fall out now, but your teeth started growing yesterday. My hair is all gone, but your topknot is just beginning to take shape.
If the old and the young do not treat each other, the father will weaken your children. Remembering the ancient hearts, kindness is not light.
Cai Yong missed Wen Ji, and Yu Gong sighed at Ti lingering. I dare to ask for your strength, but I have not forgotten my father's love.
Nongluo, Gui
I have a nephew who was only six years old, and his nickname was Agui. There was a girl for three years, her name was Luo'er.
First I learned to laugh, and then I was able to recite songs and poems. Hold my feet when playing in the morning, and pillow my clothes when sleeping at night.
How late you were born, I am already declining. Things are small, but people are kind when they are old.
The beauty of wine must eventually fade, and the full moon must eventually lose its balance. Just like the relationship between love and affection, it is the source of worries and troubles.
The whole world is tired of this, but I can get rid of it.
Luo Er grew up safely and got married and gave birth to a daughter. Bai Juyi was worried that his daughter’s mood would be affected by giving birth to a girl. When his granddaughter was one month old, Bai Juyi wrote a congratulatory poem, "Why should it be a boy when I have something to hold in my arms?" ?”
But more often, the father of a gifted scholar showed off his cute children like Han Han. Shi Jianwu, the number one scholar in the Tang Dynasty and the first number one scholar in Hangzhou, wrote many poems about his own daughter. The famous one is this one: "Young Girl Ci" "The little girl is only six years old, and she doesn't know how clever or clumsy she is. Xiang Ye is in front of the hall, learning how to worship the new moon." There are also this poem: "There are not many sisters but few brothers, and the whole family loves the youngest." Sometimes tits fly around the trees, greedy to see the thrush."
Wei Zhuang wrote about his daughter: She was speechless when she first saw someone, and refused to go back to sleep in love with the car. The whole night of crying coquettishly was due to the fact that the clothes were missing a strand of golden flowers.
For those of you who have children, will you also see such a little girl crying for the missing flower on her clothes? How do you feel? Oh, even the most serious-looking Du Fu wrote about his daughter's love for beauty, "My mother-in-law does everything. She puts on makeup at will, and applies vermilion lead every now and then, making her eyebrows look messy."