Eighteen Beats of Hujia
[Han] Cai Wenji
Original text
When I was born, I did nothing, but after I was born, Han Zuo declined . The heaven is unkind and brings chaos and separation, 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 fields, barbarians are abundant, and the will and integrity are at a loss. It is not appropriate for me to deal with the secular world. Who should I sue if I suffer humiliation? The zither plays for a while and the harp plays, and no one knows the resentment in my heart.
Rong Jie forced me to become a family member and led me to the end of the world. Thousands of clouds and mountains are on my way home, and the wind is blowing thousands of miles away, and the dust and sand are flying. When there are many people, they are violent and fierce like adder; when they control strings and are covered with armor, they are arrogant and extravagant. The two beats are stretched, the strings are broken, the ambition is broken, the heart is broken, and I feel sad.
Going beyond the Han Dynasty and entering Hucheng, it is better to lose one's family and lose one's virginity than to live without one. The felt fur is used as clothing and my flesh and bones are shocked, and the smell of leather is used to restrain my feelings. The sound of drums and drums has been loud since the night, and the wind has been blowing loudly in the dark camp. The sad feeling of Jin Xi was made three times, and when will the sadness and hatred of Xi Xi be calmed down.
There is no day or night when I don’t think about my hometown. I am the most miserable when my temperament and energy are combined. 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 desires are different, who can talk to him! 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 geese are marching to the south to send a message, and the geese are returning to the north to win the Qing Dynasty. The wild geese fly high and are hard to find, and I feel empty and heartbroken, thinking about it. I raise my eyebrows towards the moon and caress the elegant harp, and the five beats are lulling and the meaning is profound.
My body is bitterly cold due to the biting frost, and I am hungry and unable to eat meat and cheese. At night the sound of the Long River is whimpering, and the road towards the Great Wall is long and winding. Reminiscing about 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. 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.
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Poems of Sorrow and Indignation
[Han] Cai Wenji
Original text
When the Han Dynasty lost power, Dong Zhuo was in chaos.
If you are determined to usurp and kill others, you will harm all the virtuous people first.
Forced to move to the old country and support the master to strengthen themselves.
There are righteous teachers in the country who want to fight for bad luck.
The Zhuo people come to the east, their golden armor shines in the sun.
The people of Pingtu are weak, and all the troops coming are Hu and Qiang.
Hunting in the wilderness and besieging the city, everything 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 blocked.
Looking at Miao Mingming, the liver and spleen are rotten.
All those who have thousands of plans are not allowed to gather in villages.
Perhaps the person is physically and mentally impaired and unable to speak.
After being frustrated for a few moments, he often said bad things and surrendered to the captives.
You must use the pavilion blade, I will not kill you.
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