Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng bet on books and poured tea. After dinner, two people casually find a book, turn a page and ask each other what book someone is, what sentence, or even what page number it is. The loser pours the tea directly on his chest, and the tea is fragrant with intimacy, elegant but not vulgar. (Li Qingzhao once recalled gambling with her husband when she lived in the village after marriage in the article Preface to the Story of the Stone. The article said: "I remember that every time after dinner, I would sit in class and make tea, referring to the accumulation of book history, saying that a thing is in a book, a roll of books, which page and which line, whether it is in the middle, whether it is winning or not, it is all tea. In the middle, I raised my cup and laughed until the tea fell over in my arms, but I couldn't drink it. I am willing to be homesick forever! " )
Nalan Rong Ruo once used this code in the word Huanxisha.
Huanxisha
Nalanxingde
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
Note: Her husband is a stele writer.
2. The story of Ji Xiaolan's birthday celebration.
Qing Qianlong held a birthday party for his mother in Wang Hanlin and asked Ji Xiaolan to make an impromptu birthday speech. Lao Ji didn't refuse, but blurted out in front of a room full of guests: "This woman is not human." Wang Hanlin was very embarrassed when the old lady heard her face change. Lao Ji unhurriedly read the second sentence: "Nine fairies descended to earth." Suddenly the audience became active and praised, and the old lady turned anger into joy. Lao Ji then read the third sentence: "Give birth to a son to be a thief." All the guests became speechless and joy turned into embarrassment. Lao Ji shouted the fourth sentence: "I stole Xiantao and gave it to my mother." Everyone cheered at once.
3:
Zhang Xian (990- 1078, Ye Zi), a famous poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, married a concubine of 18 years old at the age of 80. At that time, Su Shi, who often recited poems with Zhang Xian, visited him with many friends and asked the old gentleman what he thought of his beauty. Zhang Xian then casually read: "I am 80 years old and 18 years old. Your beauty is my white hair. The same age as Qing, only separated by a flower. "
Su Dongpo, who is humorous, immediately sang a song: "Eighteen brides and eighty lang, with gray hair and red makeup. Two nights in the quilt, a pear tree pressed Haitang. "
4:
An old man with few wives will definitely lead a disharmonious life. An old prime minister in his seventies married a young woman in her twenties. Life is hard to satisfy her young wife. She couldn't bear loneliness and secretly hooked up with extremely young people.
One Mid-Autumn Festival night, the old prime minister went home and heard the voices of men and women teasing in the room. He hid under the window and listened. "Look at you like dough!" "Look at you like a pink ball." "Your Old Master Q?" "Like a burnt old dried onion!" The more the Prime Minister listened, the angrier he became. He put up with it and went to sleep in another room.
The next day, the prime minister placed moon cakes and fruits, called the little lady and the bookish people and asked them to recite poems against them. First, the Prime Minister chanted, "August 15th is due east. Suddenly, I heard laughter coming from the room. The dough is mixed with dough balls, and the old onions are bright. " On hearing that the Prime Minister knew, my little lady was not afraid, so she simply got the song right: "On August 15th, I was in the west, and I divorced my teenage wife. Although you live together, death is someone else's. " When the story was revealed, he was extremely anxious. He quickly apologized to his master and recited a poem: "August 15th is full, so the Prime Minister can punt in his stomach. Adults don't blame villains, and they won't do it again. "
5:
Chen Jichang, a scholar in the Song Dynasty, was a little afraid of his wife. My good friend Su Dongpo wrote an interesting poem in order to laugh at this henpecked gentleman who called himself "the monk Longqiu": The monk Longqiu was also poor, and talking empty words kept him awake at night. Suddenly, I heard the roar of a lion in Hedong, and my walking stick fell into my palm. In the poem, humor and exaggeration are used to describe Chen Jichang's fear of his wife, which is endless. It is also the first time to call a tough wife "Hedong Lion". Since then, "Hedong Lion" has become synonymous with "evil woman".
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Ou Yangxun, a calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty, is not good-looking, while my uncle Sun Chang Wuji is a little short. One day, they wrote poems and laughed at each other. The eldest grandson laughed at Ouyang's poem and said, "I shrugged like a mountain and was timid." I don't know who painted this monkey. " This poem greatly exaggerates Ou Yangxun's shortcomings. Ou Yangxun did not show weakness, and immediately wrote a poem to return it: his head was warm and his back was warm, and his legs were cold. Just because my heart is in a daze, my face is completely round. The poem is vivid and mean, which makes the eldest grandson laugh and cry. Their satirical poems were handed down as jokes by ministers. When it reached the ears of Emperor Taizong, Emperor Taizong burst into laughter. And humorously said to Ou Yangxun: "Don't let the queen know your poem, she will be unhappy when she knows it!" Because Sun Chang is the elder brother of the eldest grandson queen. Li Shimin knew that his wife, the eldest grandson queen, was a virtuous queen, and would not be angry about these trifles, so he took the opportunity to give her a silent silence.
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It is said that Han Fuqu is stupid, but in fact he is more humorous. For example, he wrote Daming Lake: "Daming Lake, Daming Lake is big, Daming Lake has toads." Write Baotu Spring: "Baotu Spring, Quantu, Sanquan eyes are as thick as usual, vomit and vomit." The most classic is: "Baotu Spring often cooks a pot, but it can't steam steamed bread."
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Zhang Zongchang, a warlord, has the lowest education level, but he can also write poems, and his poems are full of humor. For example, his "Laughing at Liu Bang" wrote: "I heard that Xiang Yu pulled out the mountain and scared Liu Bang to flee. This isn't Sean. My grandmother has gone back to Pei County. "When he visited Mount Tai, he wrote:" From a distance, Mount Tai is dark and thick, with a thin top and a thick bottom. If Mount Tai is turned upside down, the head will be thinner and thicker. "He wrote in the poem Lightning in the Sky:" Suddenly I saw a chain of fire in the sky, as if the jade emperor was going to smoke. If the Jade Emperor doesn't smoke, why is it a string of fires? "This is the clown's humor, this is the humor of people with low level. This humor can't even come to ordinary people!
9:
During the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, there was a squire somewhere in the south of the Yangtze River. His family has a wife and a concubine, and three people live in one room at night. There is a small room outside the tent as a maid's bedroom. One night, the squire suddenly became interested in poetry and ordered his wife and concubine to sing a seven-character poem. His wife said that "one pole supports two boats", and his concubine immediately said, "If one boat doesn't support, it will struggle." At this time, Taigong suddenly heard the maid sigh outside the account and asked, "Why does the maid sigh?" When the maid saw the question, she quickly recited a Tang poem as an answer: "There is no crossing the boat in the wild." At this point, the four of them have each sung a poem, saying, "If one pole supports two boats, one boat will struggle.". Why does the maid sigh? No one crossed the river in the wild. " It makes people laugh.
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There was a talented woman. On the eve of her wedding, the groom asked for poetry, and the woman resigned. Lang Qiang asked for it, but the woman was helpless. She hesitated a little and said, "I can't catch the poem, so I'll borrow two lines of Tang poetry for the time being." The old lady didn't sweep the flower path for the guests. Today, it's only for you. Chai Men hasn't opened it for you yet, but it will open it for you today. The groom heard the laughter and put the bride in the account.
Zhang Xiaofeng: Immortal Insomnia
Author: Zhang Xiaofeng
He failed the list! 1200 years ago. However, the list is big and long, but there is no his name. Ah! Unexpectedly, his name "Zhang Ji" is not enough.
The names of those who passed the exam are all written on the list, which is known all over the world. Strangely, in his feeling, it is well known that he failed in the exam. This incident made him feel ashamed and depressed.
Leave Beijing! After negotiating the price, he set foot on the boat. This is not the expected plot. There might have been an affair of arranging flowers and wandering the streets, and there was the glory of returning home in clothes. However, after ten years of cold window, although he was a thorn in his side, he didn't have a corner seat at Qionglin banquet.
The ship is sailing like the wind.
Jiang Feng is like fire, holding a cold flame on the shore. This evening, the ship arrived in Suzhou. However, this beautiful ancient city is just another place that touches Zhang's sad feelings.
If there is anything to do during the day, for a scholar, it is reading! What about at night? You should go to bed at night to keep your mental state and watch it the next day. However, tonight is a sad night. Tonight, in a foreign land, by the river, in the season of cold autumn and high geese, let a down-and-out scholar indulge his sadness. The river can hold the tears of all unfortunate people indefinitely.
On such a night, I sat cruelly, listening to the sound of my heart being chewed by something, watching my life like a remnant lamp in a strong wind, all my strength was spent in resistance, and I ran out of oil and food, and the slight fire could be extinguished every moment. However, what is hateful is that it has never been gorgeous and brilliant in its life!
Jiangshan slept, the boat slept, the boatman slept, and the people on the shore slept. Only he, Zhang Ji, is awake. The deeper the night, the more awake he is, like a dead tree and fallen leaves, like an empty nest where Liang has gone.
At first, it was sleep that rejected him. Let nature take its course, haven't you been rejected everywhere in your life? ) Then, he got angry. Well, if you don't sleep, you won't sleep If you wake up all night, you will simply take a thorough look at yourself. Why not?
The moon is slanting to the west, looking listless. There are birds singing, hoarse, crow's, and the moon is even dimmer because of its frequent chirping. On the river bank, I think it's frost grass. In the night sky, the house is as clear as frost and the grain is cold.
In the corner of his beard and forehead, he felt as if he was getting cold, and the gloomy and hostile chill was waiting for the frost flowers condensed in early autumn to decorate his miserable young face.
Fishing in twos and threes on the river. What are they doing? Fishing, right, or shrimp? Do they also cast nets? Times are hard! Even a handsome fisherman can't help jumping into the storm, can he?
However, hard work is also a kind of happiness! Tonight, the moon is bright, the frost is cool, the people at ease are sleeping, and the people at work go to work. Only I, Zhang Ji, don't accept anything. I have neither the right to work nor the right to sleep. ...
The bell rang, the strange late-night bell of Hanshan Temple. Generally, drums and morning bells are ringing in temples, and Hanshan Temple knocks "midnight bell" to warn the world. The bell is near the water. For others, the sound is just the vague background music in their sleep. However, in him, one by one hit the heart, right in the middle. The bell is beautiful, but does it hurt?
As he didn't sleep, he pushed the pillow up and wrote the words "a night-mooring near maple bridge" in the dark. Then, just copy the remaining 28 words. I say "copy" because those 28 words are like black words on the white wall in his heart:
Frosty night,
Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,
The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship.
Thank God, if there were no last Zhang Ji, there would be a good poem missing in the history of poetry, and no one would speak for us in a certain mood.
1200 years later, who is the champion on that long list (that is, the gold list that Zhang Ji can't squeeze into)? Ha! Who cares who he is? The name that is really remembered is "Zhang Ji, a laggard". Will anyone remember the grand parade of the champion in red? Don't! We only remember the frustrated man on the autumn night passenger ship and his immortal insomnia.
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Then Lu You and Tang Wan.
Long-haired phoenix travels on land.
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No, no, no!
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo!
Lu You's poem "Hairpin Phoenix" is a masterpiece of "eternal love" and describes a touching love tragedy. According to "Poems of Past Dynasties", Lu You married his cousin Tang Wan when he was young, and his feelings were deep. But because Liu Mu didn't like Tang Wan, she forced them to get married separately. One day ten years later, Lu You happened to meet Tang Wan during a spring outing in Shenyuan. In this situation, Lu You was "disappointed for a long time and gave the word' Chai Feng' to the garden wall." This is the origin of this word.
According to legend, after seeing this poem, Tang Wan was deeply moved and wrote a poem called Hairpin Phoenix, A Thin World. Soon, Tang Wan died of grief and resentment. Forty years later, Lu You was over seventy years old, still thinking about Tang Wan, so he revisited Shenyuan and wrote two poems, Shenyuan.
Chaitoufeng decoction pill
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult, difficult, difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!
◆ Love between Lu You and Tang Wan ◆
Lu You, a famous patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, had a rough life. Not only is his career bumpy, but his love life is also unfortunate.
In the 14th year of Shaoxing, Song Gaozong, Lu You and his 20-year-old cousin Tang Wan got married. The two were childhood friends, and they were guests after marriage. However, Tang Wan's brilliant talent and intimate feelings with Lu You aroused Lu Mu's dissatisfaction, which eventually developed into forcing Lu You to divorce her. Lu You and Tang Wan have deep feelings and don't want to be separated. He begged his mother again and again, and she scolded him. Under the suppression of feudal ethics, despite all kinds of complaints, it finally reached the point of "holding hands and looking at each other with tears".
Lu You was forced by her mother's orders to reluctantly separate from Tang Wan. Later, Lu You married Wang according to her mother's wishes, and Tang Wan was forced by her father to marry a native of the same county. Thus the happy marriage of the young couple broke down.
One spring ten years later, Lu You wandered alone in Shenyang Garden, Yin Shan, full of melancholy. While he was sitting alone drinking to drown his sorrows, he suddenly saw Tang Wan and her remarried husband Zhao Shicheng.
Although he has been separated from Tang Wan for many years, his feelings for Tang Wan have not been completely shaken off. It occurred to him that Tang Wan used to be his beloved wife, but now she belongs to others, just like the willow tree in the forbidden palace, but I can't reach it.
Thought of here, grief suddenly welled up in my mind, he put down his glass and was about to pull away. Unexpectedly, Tang Wan got Zhao Shicheng's consent and gave him a glass of wine. Lu You saw Tang Wan's action and realized her affection. Two lines of tears flowed down sadly, and she looked up and drank the bitter wine of Tang Wan. Then, on the white wall, I wrote down the title of "Hairpin Phoenix", which was a farewell song throughout the ages.
In this poem, Lu You expressed his sadness and guilt, his deep affection for Tang Wan and his dissatisfaction with his mother's beating Yuanyang.
Lu You wrote the inscription, took a deep look at Tang Wan, and then left. After Lu You left, Tang Wan stood there alone and read the word "Hairpin Phoenix" several times from beginning to end. She could no longer control her feelings and burst into tears. When she got home, she was worried and resentful, so she also wrote a poem called Hairpin Phoenix. Tang Wan soon died of depression and resentment.
After that, Lu You went north to resist gold, and then turned to Sichuan to enter Sichuan. After decades of hard work, he still can't get rid of the poet's persistence. He is 63 years old, "I feel sad when I come back to sew a pillow bag with chrysanthemums", and wrote two poems with sentimental words:
Yellow flowers are used as pillow bags, and the curved screen is deeply stuffy and fragrant.
Call back the dream of forty-three years, and no one will say anything when the lights are dim!
I wrote a poem about chrysanthemum pillow the other day, and I made a residual draft to lock the spider silk.
Everything in the world is exhausted, only fragrance is as old as before!
When I revisited Shen Yuan at the age of 67, I found that the title of Hairpin Phoenix was half broken. He was moved by this scene, deeply moved, and he wrote a poem:
When the maple leaves turn yellow, the rivers worry about the new frost.
Looking back on Lin Ting's past emptiness, who can say that Lu Quan is heartbroken?
Bad walls are drunk with dust, clouds break dreams,
Over the years, my delusion has been eliminated, and I have returned to the Buddhist shrine to burn incense.
After Lu You was seventy-five, he lived near Shenyuan. "Every time I go to town, I have to go to the temple to look at it, but I can't win." He wrote two quatrains, namely two poems by Shen Yuan.
Why can love be so deep that after decades of "beautiful artificial soil" and "red powder turned to ash", the poet still sings the heartbroken poem "This body is a land of mountains and rivers, but it is still a trace of death"? I seem to get a little insight from Lu You's poem "A Plum Blossom Blossom": Although the love between Lu You and Tang Wan has not existed for a long time in the real world, it has already been "transferred" to all kinds of sentient beings bit by bit, just like depositing true love in a Swiss bank, which can charge interest steadily. In a pair of pillow letters of "chrysanthemum pillow", how much sweetness and tacit understanding are sealed and tolerated at the wedding; How much fragrance there is, how many feelings there are; How many peers respect each other, there is how much love and respect. Perhaps, this pair of "chrysanthemum pillows" is enough to make love "hidden in a grain of millet" and "incarnate thousands", not to mention the "boudoir music" between loving couples "more than thrush".
A pair of "chrysanthemum pillows" are so heartless to us modern people, but they are really so extravagant. Its "drug therapy" effect is second, alas.
Everything in the world can be worn out, but the fragrance of love will last forever.
May all lovers in the world sew their own pair of "chrysanthemum pillows" by hand. They look close to each other and never leave. Don't forget to lose, cherish them forever!
Zhang Ji went to Beijing for the second time!
On the way to Beijing, the winding footprints have been buried by wind and sand; Looking around, the long dust connected with the sky will break my tired heart.
At noon, the sun is still like a brazier, viciously emitting hot light to the ground. At that time, the earth was like a fire, and the boiling flame was burning and would devour me. Now, she is clever, kind, gentle and even a little cute. However, if it rains and winds, it will immediately arouse the author's homesickness.
The story goes like this: when the poet Zhang Ji wrote this poem, he was living in Luoyang City, and that day happened to be autumn. Zhang Ji, who is in a foreign land, looks at the yellow leaves, withered flowers and all the bleak scenes in front of him, which will inevitably arouse his loneliness in a foreign land and produce feelings of missing his hometown and relatives. However, Luoyang is thousands of miles away from Zhang Ji's hometown, and the traffic was inconvenient at that time. Coupled with other reasons, Zhang Ji could not return to China immediately, so he had to write a letter to express his homesickness. This makes Zhang Jiben's already strong homesickness add a bit of melancholy that he wants to go home but can't, and his thoughts become complicated. The feeling of homesickness filled him with myriad emotions, and he felt that there were endless words, and at that time he didn't know where to start or how to express them. Zhang Ji feels unable to write, but he has asked someone to help him deliver the message, so he has no time to think about it. Deep and rich feelings are hard to express and time is in a hurry. He felt that this letter of several thousand words was still unsatisfactory, as if there were still some important contents not written in it. So when the messenger was about to leave, he quickly opened the envelope, verified his doubts and worries, and added a few unfinished words for fear of missing a sentence. Finally, I sent this homesick letter to a distant place.
The story of Zhang Ji's Qiu Si