Cai Wenji's works handed down from generation to generation include Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia and Poems of Sorrow and Anger, which are called the first autobiographical five-character narrative poem written by literati in the history of China poetry. "The truth is very bad." Eighteen beats of Hu Jia
, naturally written ",passionate and sour, don't become an organic whole in Jian 'an poems.
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In the first scene, I did nothing at the beginning of my life. After I was born, I declined in the Han Dynasty. 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.
In the second scene, Rong Jie forced me to get married and moved me to the ends of the earth. 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.
In the third beat, the more the Han State entered Hu Cheng, the more she lost her virginity. 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, which is the most bitter. Natural disasters make the country chaotic and the people have no ownership. 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 how difficult it is to get into the calendar, four beats are good and sad.
In the fifth beat, Nanyan wants to send her heart, and Beiyan returns to the West 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.
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.
On the seventh beat, the wind is sad and there is no sound. 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.
The eighth beat is why the sky has eyes, why can't you see me wandering alone, and why is God spiritual? 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.
The sky is boundless and the 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.
In 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.
I am not greedy for life and hate death, so I can't donate my body and have a 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.
In the twelfth beat, the east wind responded to the law, with a lot of heating, and the Han family was the son of heaven. 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 doesn't mean that you can't survive, but you 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.
On the fourteenth day, I came home with my heart hanging like a hungry man. 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, the fifteenth beat, celebrates the ascension, and has the spirit in the chest. 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. They don't shine. It is difficult to separate mother and son. The same day is more and more like a business reference, and life and death are unknown.
Sixteen beats is sixteen beats, I was thinking. My son and I are 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.
Beat 17: Beat 17: My heart is sore and my nose is sore, and the mountain is blocked and difficult to repair. 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.
Eighteen beats, Hu Jia out of Hu, green harp out of tune. 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.
Sorrow and indignation poem (1)
The Han Dynasty lost power and influence, and Dong Zhuo was in chaos. If you want to usurp the throne, you must first harm the virtuous. Forced to move to the old state to help the Lord strengthen himself. Xingyi division wants to * * for bad luck at home. Excellent people come from the east and shine in the sun. The local people are very fragile, and all the soldiers are Hu Qiangren. Hunting wild cities and besieging cities, I know what I want to break. There is nothing left, and the remains support each other. A horse hangs a man's head, and a horse carries a woman behind it. Driving west to enter the customs, the road is dangerous and blocked. I still care. My liver and spleen are rotten. There are several tens of thousands, and gathering is not allowed. Still flesh and blood, afraid to speak. When you are depressed for a few minutes, you need to talk about your shortcomings. If you want to be a pavilion blade, I can't live with you. How dare you spare your life? You can't stand being scolded. Or add pestle, poison and pain are combined into one. The study is sad and the night is sad. You can't have it if you want to die, and you can't have it if you want to live. It is a misfortune for people with pale faces. Bianhuang is different from China, who is vulgar and unreasonable. There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and Hu Feng starts in spring and summer. Blow my clothes gently and let them sink into my ears. I miss my parents when I feel it, and lament the infinite. It's always nice to hear that there are guests from outside. Welcome to ask about him. You need to reply to the village. I hope that when I meet you, my flesh and blood will meet me. If you have to forgive yourself, you should abandon your son. Heaven binds people's hearts, and it is too late to say goodbye. Life and death are always good, and we can't bear to say goodbye to them. Hold my neck in front of my son and ask my mother what she wants. When people say that their mother should go, there is no time to return. My mother has always been kind, so today is even more unkind. I am not an adult, so I don't care. Seeing this collapse in five days, I was in a trance and crazy. Crying and touching, when you reply to doubts. At the same time, they bid farewell to each other. I long for my return, and sad tears have destroyed the cracks. A horse hesitated, but a car refused to turn. The audience was booed and sobbed as they walked. To break the relationship and sign for the future. This is 3,000 miles long. When shall we meet again? Read me out of my stomach and my heart will destroy me. Not only for the family, but also for China and foreign countries. The city wall is a mountain forest, and the yard is full of Ai Jing. If you don't know whose bone it is, don't cover it vertically and horizontally. When no one goes out, the jackal barks. Embrace the lonely scene, and you will lose your liver and lungs. Looking at the distance, the soul suddenly flew. After the election, others will be lenient. In order to recover, there is no need to say it. Entrust your life to a new person and try your best to encourage yourself. Being stingy, I am often afraid of donating again. The geometry of life, you worry all the year round.
Sorrow and indignation poems (2)
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 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 and stars are in harmony. 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.