Cai Wenji’s poems and verses

1. Poems describing Cai Wenji

"My Young Child"

Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi

My young child is named Aluo. A Luo is only seven years old.

I am sorry that I am not a talented person, but I pity you that you have no brothers.

Although he was arrogant and foolish, he is quite intelligent.

My mother-in-law is like a thrush, imitating my singing voice.

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 hearts of ancient people, kindness is not light.

Cai Yong missed Wen Ji, and Yu Gong sighed at Ti lingering.

Dare to ask for your power? But he never forgot his father's love.

"Two Poems for a Prostitute"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Chen Zao

In a dream, I once bowed to Cai Wenji, and Jiao Wei personally passed on the midnight clothes.

Don’t play farewell to the poet, lest you throw tears at you in annoyance. 2. Describe Cai Wenji’s poems

"Eight Ode to History·Cai Wenji"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Pu Shoucheng

Play the piano for eighteen beats, listen This pair shed tears.

It is difficult to die once, but no one can recover from it.

When Jiuyuan saw Wei Zi, what could he say in return?

"Dong Si's Wife Cai Yan"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Xu Jun

This life has been divided into old sands, who can redeem the body with gold.

Don’t be angry when you are eighteen, but you should know that a poor person is a beautiful woman.

"Picture of Cai Yan Returning to the Han Dynasty"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lin Jingxi

Wen Ji left Hu Di and rode southward with a light horse.

It’s a shame that the virtuous king is from the north, carrying two sons on one horse.

The second son hugged his father and cried, asking his mother where he was.

I look back many times, knowing that I will never see you again.

There is no ambition in the world.

All things are similar, and humidity still follows them.

The dome of the house is thousands of miles away, and the sand blows at dusk.

Xizai debates the wisdom of the piano, not the Chinese and the foreign.

Even if the situation with our neighbors is tight, it is difficult to cover up the loss of integrity.

The unique feeling of thinking about the Han Dynasty is written in Aixianzhi.

Once the angel comes, a thousand gold will redeem the moth's eyebrows.

The rain and dew wash away the fishy scars, and the yanghe becomes sad.

Going out of the customs to worship the moon of Han Dynasty reflects my sorrow and sorrow.

If my heart is not pure, how can I be so beautiful?

The fox dies in the first hill, and the bird family branches in the south.

How about Lieutenant Li, toothless Yinshan border. 3. Cai Wenji’s most famous poem

Poem of Sorrow and Anger (1) When the Han Dynasty lost power, Dong Zhuo was in chaos.

If you are determined to usurp and kill, you will first harm all the virtuous people. Forced to move to the old country, support the master to strengthen themselves.

There are a lot of righteous teachers in the country, who want to fight for bad luck. Zhuo Zhong came to the east, and his golden armor shone in the sun.

The people of Pingtu are weak, and all the incoming troops are Hu and Qiang. Hunting wild and besieging the city, everything in the direction was destroyed.

No one was left alive, but the corpses supported each other. A man's head hangs beside the horse, and a woman is carried behind the horse.

Driving westward to enter the Pass, the road is dangerous and obstructive. Also looking at Miao Mingming, the liver and spleen are rotten.

All the tens of thousands of people are not allowed to gather in villages. Or they may be of flesh and blood, but they dare not speak if they want to.

After being frustrated for a few moments, he often said bad things and surrendered to the captives. If you want to use the pavilion blade, I will not kill you.

How dare you spare your life? I can't bear his abuse. Or add a stick and poisonous pain ginseng together.

In the morning, we cry and walk, and at night, we sit in mourning. If you want to die, you can't get it, if you want to live, there is nothing you can do.

How could anyone deserve this misfortune? The wilderness and the Chinese are different, and the people have few moral principles.

There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and the wind blows in spring and summer. The gentle breeze blows on my clothes, and the solemnity enters my ears.

I miss my parents deeply and lament endlessly. When guests come from outside, they are always happy to hear them.

When asked for news, he often returned to his hometown. When I meet you, I hope that my flesh and blood will come to welcome you.

If you can free yourself, you should abandon your son again. Heaven embellishes people's hearts, and there is no time to think of others.

Life and death are always separated, and I can’t bear to say goodbye. The child hugged my neck and asked my mother what she wanted.

People say that my mother will leave, but she will never come back. My mother has always been compassionate, why should I be even more unkind now?

I am not an adult yet, so I don’t care. Seeing this, Wu Nai fell into a trance and became mad.

Weeping and stroking with hands, replying to questions when asked. We have contemporaries, and we say goodbye to each other.

I am alone in admiration, and my screams are torn apart. The horse is hesitant to stand, and the chariot is unable to turn.

Everyone who watched the scene booed and sobbed while walking. Go and cut off love, and travel to conquer the sun.

Three thousand miles away, when will we meet again? Thinking about me out of the belly, thinking about me in the chest is destruction.

Now that all my family members are gone, I no longer have anything inside or outside. The city is surrounded by mountains and forests, and the courtyards are covered with thorns and mugwort.

I don’t know who the bones are, so I don’t cover them vertically and horizontally. There is no sound when I go out, but the jackals howl and bark.

The pair of thorns are facing the lonely scenery, and they are stunned by the liver and lungs.

Climb high and look far away, your soul suddenly flies away.

If you are dying, others will be lenient. In order to regain the strength of sight and breath, there is no need to live in vain.

Entrust yourself to the newcomers and work hard to encourage yourself. Being homeless becomes a despicable person, and one is often afraid of being abandoned again.

How long does it take in life to be worried all the year round. Poems of Sorrow and Indignation (2) I am sorry for the troubles of the world.

The clan is in ruins. I enter Xiguan with a little care.

Adventure the barbarian tribes. The valley is dim and the road is long.

I look eastward but lament. I can't sleep peacefully.

When you are hungry, you cannot eat. Frequent runny eyes and dry canthus.

Bo Zhijie is thinking about death. Although he is still alive, he has no appearance.

On the other side lies the essence of the distant sun. The yin energy condenses and the snow and summer zero.

The desert is filled with dust. There are trees and grass but spring is not prosperous.

Humans are like animals and eat stinky food. The words are far away and the posture is graceful.

At the end of the year, we are marching forward. The night is long and the door is closed.

You can't sleep on the screen. Climb the Hu Hall and come to Guangting.

The mysterious clouds merge with the moon and stars. The north wind is strong and cold.

Horses are mingling while the bamboo sticks are moving. The lone wild goose returns and makes a chirping sound.

Musicians are happy to play the zither. The sound is harmonious, sad and clear.

My heart is full of thoughts and my chest is filled with anger. If you want to relax, you are afraid of being frightened.

Tears stuck to his neck with tears in his eyes. When the home is welcoming, it is time to return to peace.

On the long road, I donated my child. The son calls his mother and loses his voice.

I cover my ears and cannot bear to listen. Chasing me and walking alone.

The sudden appearance will ruin your appearance. It's unfavorable to care about him.

The heart is broken and the dead are dead. Hu Jia Eighteen Beats, First Beat When I was born, I was inactive, but after I was born, Han Zuo declined.

The heaven is unkind and brings chaos and separation, and the earth is unkind and brings me to this moment. The roads are dangerous when fighting, and the people are in exile, and the country is sad.

The smoke and dust cover the wilderness and barbarians are abundant, but the will and integrity are lost. It is not appropriate for me to deal with special customs. Who should I sue if I am insulted?

Playing the zither and playing the piano for a while, my heart is broken and no one knows. The second shot: Rong Jie forced me to be a member of the family and led me to the end of the world.

Thousands of clouds and mountains are on my way home, and the strong wind is blowing up dust and sand. When there are many people, they are as violent as insects and snakes; when they control strings and armor, they are arrogant and extravagant.

The two beats are hanging and the strings are in despair, the ambition is broken and the heart is broken, and I am sad. The third shot: Crossing the Han Dynasty and entering Hu City, it is better to lose one's family and lose one's virginity than to live without one.

The felt and fur are used as clothing and my flesh and bones are shocked, and the smell of leather and mutton is in vain to contain my feelings. The drums and drums are noisy from the night until dawn, and the wind is strong and the camp is dark.

The fourth beat: Day and night, I don’t miss my hometown, and my temperament is full of energy. I am the most miserable. The country is in chaos due to natural disasters and the people have no masters, but I am miserable and have no soldiers or captives.

The world is different, the mind is different, the body is in trouble, the appetite is different, who can talk to me. There are many difficulties in thinking and going through experiences, and it becomes more and more sad when the four shots are completed.

In the fifth beat, the wild geese march toward the south in order to send their thoughts to the border, and the wild geese return toward the north in order to obtain the Chinese sound. The wild geese fly high and are hard to find, and the jejunum is broken and the thoughts are wandering.

I raise my eyebrows towards the moon and caress the elegant harp, and the five beats are lulling and the meaning is profound. The sixth shot: The frost is biting and the body is bitterly cold, and the meat and cheese are so hungry that I can't eat.

I hear the sound of the Long River crying at night, and see the Great Wall in the morning and the long road. Reminiscing about the past, it is difficult to carry luggage, and the six beats are sad and I want to stop playing.

The seventh beat: At dusk, the wind makes sad sounds everywhere, and I don’t know who the sad heart is talking to. The wilderness is desolate and the beacons are thousands of miles away. The old and weak are vulgar and the young and strong are beautiful.

Wherever there are water and grass, homes and fortresses are built, and cattle and sheep gather on the ground like bees and ants. The grass has dried up and the water has dried up, the sheep and horses have all moved away, and Qipai Liu hates living here.

The eighth shot: If the sky has eyes, why don't you see me drifting alone? If God has a spirit, why should I be in the sky? If I don't live up to the sky, why is the sky so good for me? If I don't live up to the gods, why should the gods punish me?

I made eight beats here to relieve worries, but I didn’t know that when the song was completed, it turned into sadness. The ninth shot: The sky is endless and the earth is boundless, and I feel sad again.

Life is as fleeting as the passing of a white horse, but I will not be happy until I am in my prime. I am resentful and want to ask the sky, but the sky is blue and there is no chance.

Looking up at the clouds and smoke in the sky, who can pass on the nostalgia for nine shots? The tenth shot: The beacon fire at the city head is never extinguished. When will the battle on the battlefield stop?

The murderous spirit rushes towards the gate, and the wind blows by the moon every night. There is no sound in my hometown, and I am crying in silence and I am about to lose my breath.

A life of hard work brings about separation, and deep sorrow brings tears of blood. Beat 11: I am not greedy for life but hate death. I cannot sacrifice my life for what I want.

If you are still alive, you still hope to return to your hometown. If you die, your bones will be buried for a long time. The sun lives in the moon, Zhu Xi lives in the army base, and the barbarians dote on me. I have two sons.

You have no shame in raising a child, and you grow up in shame. Ten beats come from this place, and the sorrow resounds through the heart.

The twelfth shot: The east wind is blowing and there is a lot of heating, and the emperor of the Han Dynasty is here to buy Yanghe. The Qiang and Hu are dancing and singing, and the two countries are having fun and are not fighting.

Suddenly I met an envoy from the Han Dynasty and called me Jinzhao. He sent me a thousand pieces of gold to redeem my concubine. I am happy to be alive and meet the Holy King, but I am sorry to say goodbye to my two sons, but there is no reason for them to meet.

Two times out of ten, there will be both sorrow and joy. Who can live with the two emotions?

Beat 13: It’s not like I’m still alive, but I have to return home. I hug my beard and wet my clothes with tears.

The envoys of the Han Dynasty came to welcome me with the names of four mu and Hu children. Who knows? At this time of my life and death, I am worried. 4. I would like to ask for some poems by Cai Wenji with artistic conception in any scope.

Hu Jia Eighteen Pai When I was born, I was still inactive. After I was born, Han Zuo declined.

The heaven is unkind and brings chaos and separation, and the earth is unkind and brings me to this moment. The roads are dangerous when fighting, and the people are in exile, and the country is sad.

The smoke and dust cover the wilderness and barbarians are abundant, but the will and integrity are lost. It is not appropriate for me to deal with the secular world. Who should I sue if I am insulted? Playing the zither for a while and playing the harp, the officials and the Rong Di forced me to become a family member and led me to the end of the world.

The clouds and mountains are thousands of miles away, and the wind is blowing up the dust and sand. When there are many people, they are violent and fierce like adder; when they control strings and wear armor, they are arrogant and extravagant.

The two beats of the string are so intense that the string is broken, the ambition is broken and the heart is broken, and the heart is sad. Crossing the Han Kingdom and entering the Hu territory, it would be better to lose one's family and lose one's virginity than to live without one.

The felt and fur are used as clothing, and my flesh and bones are shocked, and the smell of leather and mutton is in vain to contain my feelings. The drums are noisy since the night, and the wind is blowing loudly in the dark camp.

The sadness of the present and the past were filmed in three shots. When will the sadness and hatred be calmed down? There is no day or night when I don't think about my hometown, and I am the most miserable when my temperament is full of energy. The country is in chaos due to natural disasters, and the people have no masters. I am alone and my life is poor, and there are no barbarians.

Our customs are different, our bodies are in trouble, our desires are different, who can talk to us? There are many difficulties and obstacles in thinking and going through it, and it becomes more and more miserable when the four shots are completed. The wild geese marching to the south want to convey their thoughts, and the wild geese returning to the north want to get the Chinese sound. The wild geese fly high and are difficult to find, and they are empty and heartbroken and miss the sound of the sound.

I raise my eyebrows towards the moon and caress the elegant harp, and the five beats are lulling and the meaning is profound. The body is bitterly cold due to the biting frost, and I am hungry and cannot eat meat and cheese.

I hear the sound of the Long River crying at night, and see the Great Wall in the morning and the long road. Looking back on the past, it is difficult to carry luggage, and the six beats are sad and I want to stop playing.

At dusk, the wind makes sad sounds everywhere. I don’t know who the sad heart is talking to. The wilderness is desolate and the beacons are garrisoned for thousands of miles. The old and weak are vulgar and the young and strong are beautiful. Wherever there are water and grass, homes and fortresses are built, and the fields are full of cattle and sheep, gathering like bees and ants.

When the grass is gone and the water is weak, the sheep and horses have all moved away. Qipai Liu hates and hates living here. If God has eyes, why doesn't he see me drifting alone? Why is it that God has a spirit? Where am I in the world? I don't live up to the sky. How can the sky be worthy of me? If I don't live up to God's will, why will God punish me by crossing the deserted state? I made these eight beats to relieve my worries, but when the song was completed, my heart turned to worry.

The sky is boundless and the earth is boundless, and my heart is full of sorrow. Life is fleeting, like the passing of a white colt, but I will not be happy when I am in my prime.

I am resentful and want to ask the sky, but the sky is blue and there is no chance. Raising your head and looking up at the clouds and smoke in the sky, who can pass on this sentiment? The beacon fire at the top of the city has not been extinguished. When will the battle on the battlefield stop? Murderous aura rushes towards the door, and Hu Feng blows the moon every night.

My hometown is separated by dust and dust, and I cry in silence and I will lose my breath. A life of hard work brings about separation, and deep sorrow brings tears of blood.

I am not greedy for life and hate death. I cannot sacrifice my body for my own good. If you are still alive, you still hope to return to your hometown. If you die, your bones will be buried for a long time.

The sun lives in the moon, Zhu Xi is in the military base, and the barbarians dote on me. I have two sons. It is shameless to raise it up, and it grows up to be contemptuous when it is pitied.

The sound of ten-one beats comes from this, and the mournful sound is lingering and piercing the heart. The east wind is blowing and there is a lot of heat. I know it is the emperor of Han Dynasty who is coming to Buyanghe.

The Qiang and the barbarians are dancing and the Japanese are singing, and the two countries are having fun but are not fighting. Suddenly I met an envoy from the Han Dynasty and called me Jinzhao. He sent me a thousand gold coins to redeem my concubine.

I am happy to be alive and meet the sage, but I say goodbye to the childish person for no reason. There are two out of ten times where the joy is equal, but there are times when the two feelings are hard to describe.

It doesn’t matter that I am still alive, but I have to return home. I hug my beard and wet my clothes with tears. The envoys of the Han Dynasty came to welcome me. Who knows that my trumpet has lost its voice? At this time of my life and death, I am worried about being a son and the sun will not shine. How can I have wings to bring you back? One step at a time, it's hard to move, the soul disappears and the shadow is gone, the love is left behind.

Three times out of ten, the beat of the strings is urgent and sad, and the liver and intestines are stirred and stabbed. I don’t know. When I return to my country, I won't let my children follow me. My heart is hung up as if I'm hungry.

Everything in the four seasons has its ups and downs, but my sorrow will not change temporarily. The mountains are high and vast, so I can't wait to see you. Even late at night, I dream of you.

In the dream, I hold my hand and feel happy and sad. When I wake up, my heart aches and there is no rest. Four times out of ten, tears will fall down and the river will flow eastward, and my heart will be full of thoughts.

Fifteen beats, the rhythm is fast, and the breath fills the chest. Who knows the music? I live in a hut and live in a different world. I wish I could return to heaven and follow my desires. I return to the Han Kingdom with joy and contentment, but my heart is filled with sorrow and sadness.

The sun and the moon are selfless and never come, and it is difficult to bear the separation between mother and son. We live on the same day and across the border. We don’t know each other whether we are alive or dead. Where can we find it? Sixteen times, my heart is confused, and my son and I are on separate sides.

The sun in the east and the moon in the west look at each other, but we cannot follow each other and our hearts are broken. I never forget the day lily, why does it hurt my love when I play the harp? Farewell now, I return to my hometown. Old grievances are settled, but new grievances are growing! Weeping blood and raising my head to complain to the sky, why am I the only one suffering from this disaster? Seventeen beats make my heart and nose feel sour, and the mountains are blocking the repairs, making it difficult to travel.

When I left, I felt earthy and without a soul, and when I came, I was filled with thoughts of farewell. Stuffed with dried leaves and branches of yellow annua, the bones of the battlefield are covered with scars from swords and arrows.

The wind and frost are biting and cold in spring and summer, and the people and horses are hungry and weak. Little did he know that when he entered Chang'an again, he sighed and burst into tears.

The original version of Hujia comes from Huzhong, and the melody is the same when translated by Yuanqin. Although the song ends in eighteen beats, the sound is lingering and the thoughts are endless.

This is the subtlety of silk and bamboo, the work of nature. Sorrows and joys all follow people's hearts. Hu and Han are in different lands and have different winds. The sky and the earth are separated by the west and the east.

My bitterness and resentment are as vast as the sky. Although the world is vast, I cannot bear it! Poem of Sorrow and Indignation (1) The Han Dynasty lost power, and Dong Zhuo was in chaos. If you are determined to usurp and kill, you will first harm all the virtuous people.

Forced to move to the old country and support the leader to strengthen themselves. There are righteous teachers in the country who want to fight for bad luck.

Zhuo Zhong came to the east, and his golden armor shone in the sun. The people of Pingtu are weak, and all the incoming troops are barbarians and Qiang.

Hunting wild and besieging the city, everything was destroyed. Cut off without any remains, but the corpses support each other.

A man's head hangs beside the horse, and a woman is carried behind the horse. Driving westward to enter the Pass, the road is dangerous and blocked.

Looking at Miao Mingming, the liver and spleen are rotten. All the people with tens of thousands of plans are not allowed to gather in villages.

Someone may be physically and mentally disabled and unable to speak. After being frustrated for a few moments, he often said bad things and surrendered to the captives.

If you want to use the pavilion blade, I will not kill you. How dare you spare your life? You can't bear the abuse.

Or add a stick and poisonous pain ginseng together. In the morning, he walks and weeps, and at night, he sits in mourning.

If you want to die, you can’t get it, if you want to live, you can’t get anything. How could anyone in the world deserve this misfortune?

The borderlands are different from the Chinese, and the people have few moral principles. There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and the wind blows in spring and summer.

The gentle breeze blows on my clothes, and the solemnity reaches my ears. I miss my parents deeply and lament endlessly.

When guests come from outside, they are always happy to hear about them. When I asked him about the news, he always returned to his hometown.

When I meet you, I hope that my flesh and blood will come to welcome you. If you have found your own salvation, you should abandon your son again.

The heavens enchant people’s hearts, and there is no time to think otherwise. Life and death are forever separated, and I can't bear to say goodbye.

My son hugged my neck and asked my mother what she wanted. People say that my mother will leave, but she will never come back.

My mother has always been kind and compassionate, why should she be even more unkind now? I'm not an adult yet, so I don't care.

Seeing this, Wu Nei collapsed, and he was in a trance and became crazy. When weeping and caressing with hands, we will reply to questions.

We have contemporaries and say goodbye to each other. The admiration for me has returned alone, and my screams are torn apart.

A horse is hesitant to stand, and a chariot is unable to turn. The spectators all hissed, and those who walked on the road also sobbed.

Go and cut off the love, and the journey is as fast as the sun. Three thousand miles away, when will we meet again?

Thinking of me out of your belly, out of your chest. 5. What are the poems describing Cai Wenji?

"My Young Lady" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. My young lady was named Aluo, and Aluo was only seven years old.

I am sorry that I am not a talented person, but I pity you that you have no brothers. Although he was raised arrogantly and foolishly, he was quite intelligent in nature.

My mother-in-law is like a thrush, imitating my singing voice. 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 hearts of ancient people, kindness is not light. Cai Yong missed Wen Ji, and Yu Gong sighed at Ti lingering.

Dare to ask for your power? But he never forgot his father's love. "Two Poems for a Prostitute" by Chen Zao of the Song Dynasty. In his dream, he once bowed to Cai Wenji, and Jiao Wei personally gave her Midnight Clothes.

Don’t play farewell to the poet, lest you throw tears at you in annoyance. "Eight Ode to History: Cai Wenji" Song Dynasty Pu Shoucheng played the piano for eighteen beats, and both shed tears when listening to this.

It is difficult to die once, but no one can recover from it. When Jiuyuan saw Wei Zi, what could he say in return?

"Dong Si's Wife Cai Yan" Song Xu Jun has been separated from the old sand dust in this life, who can redeem his body with gold. Don't be angry when you are eighteen. You must know that a poor person is a beautiful woman.

"Picture of Cai Yan Returning to the Han Dynasty" Song Dynasty Lin Jingxi and Wen Ji left Hu Di, riding a light horse to the south. It's sad that the wise king is in the north. He has two sons on one horse.

The second son hugged his father and cried, asking his mother where he was. I look back many times when I am close to the whip, and I will never know when we will meet again.

There is no ambition in the world. All things are similar to each other, and humidity still follows them.

The dome of the house is thousands of miles away, and the sand blows at dusk. Xizai can distinguish between the wisdom of the piano and the wisdom of the piano, but does not distinguish between the Chinese and the barbaric.

Even if the situation with our neighbors is tight, it is difficult to cover up the loss of integrity. I have a unique feeling of thinking about the Han Dynasty, which is written in Aixianzhi.

Once the angel comes, a thousand gold will redeem the moth's eyebrows. The rain and dew wash away the fishy scars, and the Yanghe changes into a sad look.

Going out of the customs to worship the moon of Han Dynasty reflects my sorrow and sorrow. If my heart is not pure, why should I pay homage to Tongchi?

The fox dies in the first hill, and the bird family branches in the south. How about Lieutenant Li, toothless Yinshan frontier.

Cai Wenji was the daughter of Cai Yong, a famous scholar in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. Cai Yong was later implicated in political struggles and was killed. Cai Wenji married You Chanyu of the Huns and lived a happy life after marriage, but later You Chanyu died of illness. , Cai Wenji became a widow and was welcomed back to the Han Dynasty. 6. I am urgently looking for a poem by Cai Wenji (shorter), please

Is it a work written by Cai Wenji? She has written two works, one is "Poetry of Sorrow and Indignation" and the other is "Eighteen Beats of Hujia".

The following are the poems written by poets describing Cai Wenji:

Cai Nuxi made the sound of Hu Jia, and every time she played it, she had eight beats;

The Hu people shed tears Touching the grass, the Han envoys were heartbroken to the returning guests.

Li Qi of the Tang Dynasty

Ding Xian's "Ode to Cai Bojie's Nv"

The daughter of Yi Dazong is naturally blessed by the gods;

In the 28th year of the Chinese New Year, I wear Deng Lin's fresh look.

The six columns of the Ming Dynasty are still up to the mark, and they obey the language of women's history;

Only after participating in the clear instructions of the court can one understand clearly and understand the clouds.

On the lunar month of the third spring, the time will return to the sky;

Drag the light clothes of Danluo and wear the golden and green pearls.

I envy the prosperity and beauty of the place, but lament that the frost and frost have multiplied;

How can we look forward to growing old together, and we will be happy for the rest of the years.

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Chen Zao "Two Poems for a Prostitute"