"Once the sea is difficult for water, amber forever. Lazy looking back at flowers, half the sky is repaired, and half the sky is a gentleman. "
After experiencing the magnificence of the sea, you will no longer be attracted by the water elsewhere. I am intoxicated in the Wushan Yunmeng, and the scenery elsewhere is not called sex. Although I often walk through the flowers, I have no intention of enjoying them, partly because I was a monk and partly because I only have you in my heart ... This further explanation is. Obsessed with the ocean you love and intoxicated with your dreams, I will no longer be interested in other women. No one can love you as much as you do. You are the best. No one can replace you after you leave. No matter how beautiful other women are, I am not in the mood to love, because there is only one you in my heart. ...
Yuan Zhen's wife's name is Wei, and her word is Hui Cong. Four years younger than Yuan Zhen, he married Yuan Zhen at the age of 20 and died at the age of 27. Yuan Zhen was probably the poet who wrote the most poems to his wife in ancient times, and his wife was involuntarily reflected in many of his poems. It is conceivable that Yuan Zhen spent the rest of his life thinking about his wife. I don't know how many poems Yuan Zhen wrote to commemorate his wife, but there are still more than 30 poems that can be seen now. In addition to this song, there are three mourning songs, eight mourning songs in the spring of six years, five mixed memories and so on, which can be said to be touching. From these poems, we can imagine that Wei Cong is a virtuous and beautiful woman, and we can also know that Yuan Zhen is an infatuated and grateful man.
Li Shangyin: Rain at Night
"You ask the return date is not fixed, and it rains late in autumn pond. When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, it talks about the rain at night. "
You must be thinking about me at this time. Maybe you are worried about me and ask when I can come back. I am trapped in this remote Bashan area by the continuous autumn rain, and I don't know when I can come back to you. I will tell you how much I miss you when I sit under the west window and cut the candle flowers in the middle of the night …
"* * * Cut the candle at the west window" expresses the intimate modality and love between husband and wife. This is a poem that misses his wife. Li Shangyin and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Wang, were affectionate and sincere, but less than 12 years after their marriage, his wife died unfortunately. Li Shangyin was frustrated in his career all his life, wandering around and staying with his wife. In the last sentence of Li Shangyin's Poem of Mourning for His Wife, "Brother Wang is sad when he meets the terrorists." "Qiu Lin's belly is hard to send, and Wan Li's west wind is long." Very touching. Many years later, Li Shangyin returned to his former residence and was heartbroken. He wrote the poem "Let the house worship in the first month". The last sentence of the poem is "I can't help singing" The Night is Quiet ". It is even more touching. " "Up at night" is the name of Yuefu, and it is the words that a wife misses her husband. He didn't say he wanted his dead wife, but said that his dead wife was thinking about herself, which was even more touching. ...
Su Shi: "Jiangchengzi" Yi Mao recorded a dream on the 20th night of the first month.
"Ten years of life and death is incredible and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. I am speechless, only a thousand lines of tears are expected to be broken tomorrow night, short Matsuoka. "
For ten years, you and I have been isolated in two worlds, unable to meet each other and unaware of each other's situation. Even if I don't miss you, I won't forget you Your grave is alone in such a distant place. Where can I tell you the sadness in my heart? Even if I can meet you, you may not recognize me, because my face is covered with dust and my temples are gray. At night, I suddenly dreamed that I went back to the past and saw you sitting in Xiao Xuan's window dressing up. It's hard to talk when I look at you for a long time, only tears keep flowing from each other. Dreaming of you brings me to the most heartbreaking place every year. On this bright moon night, I planted pine trees on the mountain to see you. ...
Tang Guizhang: This poem is a work of mourning for the public. Apollo's true feelings are revealed, and every sentence is painful and his voice is piercing. Sincerely, the so-called "sound is heaven, tears are spring" in Houshan. This poem about missing my beloved wife has become a masterpiece through the ages and touched people thousands of years later. Su Shi's wife, named Wang Fu, was in harmony with Su Shi's piano and died ten years later. On the 20th night of the first month more than ten years after Mao Yi's death, Su Dongpo, a famous scholar at that time, woke up in the middle of the night and wrote this poem. Lonely Su Dongpo, poor Su Dongpo and great Su Dongpo once loved a great woman. ...
He Zhu: partridge sky
"More than always everything is wrong, why different return? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. The original grass, the first dew, the old habitat new ridge. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night. "
Passing through the west gate of Suzhou city again is already a lot of things, and the past is unbearable. Why can't I go with you and come back with you? After losing you, I am like a plane tree beaten by frost, and I have lost my vitality in the past. After losing you, I am like an old mandarin duck without a partner. I only have my own lonely and sad flight and I don't know where to go. "The dew of the Ming dynasty fell more. When will people return when they die? " People are like dew hanging on the grass leaves on the grassland, which dries up and disappears in an instant. Human life is so short and fragile ... my thoughts haunt your old home and new grave. My heart is empty, only one person is sitting on the bed, listening to the rain outside. Now, who will light a lamp for me in the middle of the night, mend my clothes, accompany me and love me? ……
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Magnolia slowness
Four fans
second floor
He Zhu's wife, Zhao, is hardworking and virtuous. He Zhu's poem "Ask Inside" once wrote a scene in which Zhao braved the heat to mend his winter clothes. The couple's feelings are deep and sincere. Unlike Su Shi who lost his wife in his youth, He Zhu lost his wife in his later years. He Zhu retired to Suzhou, already unhappy, and unfortunately lost his wife who had been together for many years, so this poem is inevitably pessimistic and heavy. It makes people feel sad and sad ... how sad and sad it is to lose a wife who has been with them for many years ...
Wu Jiaji: My wife's birthday.
"Down and out in the autumn of 20, I cooked sunflower and comforted myself. There is no time for blue mirror, the frequency is too strong to grow old. The sea and the sky are desolate, there are swallows at the door, and the river light shakes the house like a boat. Can't sell wine to wish each other, or come back for advice. "
You and I have lived in a humble hut for twenty years, and every time I eat your wild vegetables and coarse grains, it is to comfort my sorrow. You are always so busy with housework that you don't even have time to dress up in front of the mirror. You always live a hard life with me, and the years have passed like this. No one can come to the desolate residence except the swallow, and the shabby hut is like a helpless boat in the sea. Today is your birthday, but I have no money to buy you wine to celebrate, so I have to discuss with you and give you a good birthday next year.
Wu Jiaji married Wang Rui at the age of 21. Wang Rui, the third daughter of a famous Confucian king in Taixing, Ming Dynasty, was a well-read woman. He had a collection of poems "Louxuan Ci" before his death, but unfortunately, because he was too poor to publish it at that time, the original poem was unfortunately lost after his death, so there was another famous talented woman missing in the history of China. Wang Rui was virtuous and noble, and her willing husband suffered the same trouble, and once left "benevolence and righteousness belong to the Lord, and died of hunger and cold without complaint." Such a poem. Wu Jiaji and his wife Wang Rui lived in turbulent times in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. They lived in a shabby hut that didn't rain or wind, and named it "Louxuan" optimistically. Wu Jiaji and Wang Rui share the same interests and have deep feelings. After his death the following year, Wu Jiaji wrote twelve pieces of "Mourning for the Wife King" sadly to mourn his dead wife. Wu Jiaji soon followed his beloved wife ideologically. It can be said that Wu Jiaji and Wang Rui are a bad couple who love and comfort each other in difficult times.
Xiao Gang: My wife's ode to sleeping during the day.
"North window chat pillow, south eaves not inclined, climbing hook fall against obstacles, inserted into the pipa. In my dream, I smiled beautifully, my eyes crushed flowers, tattoos gave birth to jade wrists, and sweat soaked the red yarn. It is not bad to have a husband to accompany you and advocate your family. "
I can't wait to tell you that it's time to sleep in front of the north windowsill, but the sun hasn't set in the south. Only by putting down the money with a hook ... husband and wife should be so close and stay together until they are old, but don't think this is a wild and romantic fireworks place.
This is a poem Xiao Gang wrote to his wife when he was a prince. This bold poem praising the beauty of his wife's body and the beauty of his wife's sleeping posture during the day is rare in poems written to his wife in past dynasties. Xiao Gang advocated preaching: "The way to cultivate people is different from the article; Be careful before you stand, and the article must be debauched. " This poem can only be written by people in Xiao Gang's time, and it should have its unique position in China.
Zhang Xian: Celebrating the Golden Branch.
"Green snail and mountain. Both beautiful women are round when they smile. Hold the clouds and hook the snow to see the light. Yan will be miserable. May there be no separation in this life, before the embroidered screen under the moon. Double silkworms become cocoons * * * lingering. More married. "
Your black bun, your curved eyebrows, and your delicate cheeks are round when you smile. Everything about you is so beautiful and intoxicating. Looking at you with the nearby lights, admiring you and hugging your snow-white body, the feeling of happiness is unreal, like in a dream. I can't put it down because of your delicious food. I hope I won't leave you in my life. I will build a love nest like two silkworms under this flower moon and in front of the embroidered screen, and stay with you forever. I have the honor to marry you in this life and will continue to marry you in the next life.
This is a poem written by an infatuated husband, praising his charming wife's desire to grow old with her. At that time, Zhang Xian's poems were as famous as Liu Yong's in the Northern Song Dynasty, but the history of the Song Dynasty was unknown, and his wife was unknown. Inferring from the meaning, this is a poem written by the author to his wife when he was young. This poem should also have its unique and rare position in the poems written by China literati to their wives.
Who said that ancient China literati disdained to write poems for their wives? Do you think writing poems for your wife is vulgar and writing poems for prostitutes is elegant? Who said that ancient China literati were unwilling to write poems to their wives before they died? Who says that there is only love and kindness in the poems written by ancient China literati to their wives, but there is no love and color? Who said that there were no poems about loving wives in ancient China?
Ouyang Xiu: Posting in Shouzhou
"There is long running water under the Purple Mountain. I have tasted this tour in those years. Tonight, the south wind blows a guest's dream, and the Huaihe River shines on a lonely boat. "
The Huaihe River under the Purple Mountain is still running, and I can't help but think of visiting here with you. Warm wind blew into my dream tonight. Although the Huaihe River is clear and bright on board, I am lonely without you. ...
Purple Mountain is located in bagongshan district, Huainan City. At that time, Zijin inkstone was abundant. Ouyang Xiu once traveled here with his beloved wife. When he wandered abroad again, he couldn't help thinking of his wife. This poem is plain, simple and subtle, with no confession of vows of eternal love, no feelings of great joy and great sorrow, only faint thoughts. But you can't hide the poet's deep affection for his wife. Perhaps this is an expression of a calm man's deep feelings for his wife ... In fact, there are many poems written by the ancients to his wife that implicitly express his feelings for his wife like Ouyang Xiu, so I won't mention them here. ...
Chen: I will play my wife on September 8th.
"I made a small urn today, so I asked the restaurant for help. Tomorrow's Chongyang, where will the yellow flowers go? "
The wine has been brewed today, so there is no need to sell it to the restaurant. Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival, but I don't know where there is a blooming Huang Ju to drink with you.
This poem by Chen, a poet in the Song Dynasty, can be said to have no feelings, such as daily conversation, just a joke. However, what is usually hidden is the warmth between him and his wife. End with this unpretentious poem full of endless happiness. Because insipid is happiness, and insipid is truth. You didn't know her value and loveliness until you left or lost her. ...