Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
Embrace trade silk for self-protection. When robbers came to trade silk, they came to me. Sending a child involves gas, as for Dunqiu. When I was a robber, I had no good media. There is no anger in the child, and autumn lasts.
Take the other side of the wall to get back to the customs. I didn't see the resumption of customs, so I cried. Seeing the resumption of GATT, I was full of laughter and laughter. Well, Parr, the body is not responsible. Driving your car to bribe me to move.
Mulberry leaves flourish before they fall. There are no mulberries in the nest! I'm a woman, what's there to worry about! It can be said that scholars are worried. You can't say a woman is worried!
Mulberry fell, yellow, and fell. Self-pity, poor three years old. Qishui soup, curtain skirt. Women are unhappy, and scholars do their best. Scholars are also extremely useless.
Being a woman at the age of three is exhausting. Sleepless all night, there must be a dynasty. As for violence, what you say must be done. My brother didn't know, but he smiled. Calm down and think about it, and you will bow your head and feel sorry for yourself.
Being together always makes me complain. Qi has a shore and discipline has a plate. The banquet in General's Corner was talking and laughing, swearing and not thinking about the opposite side. On the contrary, I don't think about it. I'm already embarrassed!
Simple and honest peasant boy, holding cloth for silk. Actually, it's not really a change. Find a chance to talk about marriage. Farewell Lang, farewell Qi Shuixi, to Dunqiu. It's not that I want to miss the ceremony, and you don't have the courtesy of the matchmaker. Don't lose your temper Come and get married when autumn comes. Climb up that pile of broken walls and look far away. Far away in the clouds, the lover has no tears.
My lover came back from the city, talking and laughing happily. If you go to divination and seek immortality, you are happy and have no bad omen. Come in your car with my dowry. Mulberry leaves are covered with green branches before they fall. Hush, hush, those turtledoves, don't eat mulberries in your mouth. Oh, young girls, don't part with men. If a man falls in love with you, it's too easy to lose it. If a woman loves a man, it's hard to get rid of it.
Mulberry leaves have fallen, yellow and haggard. I have been poor for three years since I married your family. Qishui sent me home, and the water splashed on the car curtain was wet. There is nothing wrong with me being a wife, but your man is too cunning. Be capricious and unruly, change your mind and play tricks. After being married for three years, I kept a woman's morality and worked hard to do housework. It is never too difficult to get up early and go to bed late. Who knows that after the family business was completed, it gradually became cruel to me.
My brothers don't know my situation, and everyone laughs at me. Calm down and think about it, and throw away your tears alone. At that time, I vowed to grow old together, but now I am worried before I get old. Qi water eventually has a shore, and the swamp is wide and has an end. Looking back, when I was young, I had more joy and more tenderness between laughter and laughter. The vows of eternal love are still ringing in my ears. I never thought I would break them. Don't think about going back to the league, just stop now that it's over!
Extended data
Mang is a narrative poem that tells the story of a woman's love, marriage, bad blood and finally divorce.
The whole poem consists of six paragraphs, divided into three parts, describing the sweetness before marriage, the misfortune of married life, and the helplessness and sadness of the woman after divorce. The whole story is basically complete from beginning to end. The feelings expressed are tactfully ups and downs, but sadness does not hurt people.
Because of the long history, the theme of every poem in The Book of Songs has been interpreted again and again by later generations, and sometimes these interpretations are quite different from our current cognition.
With the development and changes of the times, people's interpretation of The Book of Songs has gradually returned to its true nature, and most scholars will look at a work from the writer's own perspective with a simple eye. In this way, Dream is an ordinary lyric narrative poem. It is a sad song written by a woman who bravely pursues love and finds that her sweetheart is not worthy of her love and bravely chooses to end this relationship.
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