Wei Zhuang is a passionate person and has deep feelings for his beloved Ji. Nothing more can be added.
However, his boss Wang Jian saw his beloved concubine's beauty and admired his beloved concubine's talents, so he asked Wei Zhuang to send her to Wang Jian's house, because Wang Jian was Wei Zhuang's wife. Zhuang's boss, so he had to obey.
After Wei Zhuang sent Aiji to Wang Jian's house, he missed her every day and wrote many poems for her, and one was "Xiao Chong Mountain" , expressing his longing and the deep feelings between the two of them.
Xiaochong Mountain
Once closed, spring comes again in Zhaoyang. The palace leaks forever in the cold night, Meng Jun is kind.
I am in ecstasy thinking about the past. The clothes are wet, and the red mantle has traces of crying. The song blows across the gap. The grass around the pavilion is green, leaning against the long gate.
Who can I turn to for all the melancholy? Standing in awe, the palace is like dusk.
Since that time I entered Zhaoyang Palace, I have been living here in seclusion without ever stepping out of this door. Watching spring go and autumn come, year after year, I can no longer count how many years I have spent here.
The spring night is still cold, and listening to more noises outside makes me feel less sleepy.
After tossing and turning, she finally fell asleep, but what she dreamed about in her dream was still the past, when she had accepted your kindness. , I am extremely affectionate with you. The beauty who was once hidden in a golden house can now only exist in my dreams.
Those past events are unbearable to look back on. Every time I think about them, I feel sad. Yesterday was like smoke and everything has gone with the wind. Thinking about it now can only increase my worries. Looking back I could only shed tears alone, and the more I thought about it, the sadder I became. My tears wet the robe and red sleeves I was wearing.
She was in this deep palace, and music and singing could be heard outside the palace gates. She thought that back then, she was also a witness to this prosperity, but now, the excitement is theirs. Yes, she has nothing but desolation.
As she listened to the song, she couldn't help but look outside. When she walked to the courtyard where she lived, all she could see was the luxuriant fragrance. Grass, depression all over the courtyard.
Leaning against the long door alone, I looked at the place where the person I loved lived. Although the distance was very close, even though it was so close, we could not see each other often. I don’t know who to express my sorrow to.
I have been leaning in the long gate, my thoughts have been extending, and I can't take back my thoughts when I think of the past.
But after all, it is just a memory. All these beautiful things can only stay in my mind. Just sit like this until dusk comes, and the remaining light is scattered on the palace in front of you.
Wei Zhuang borrowed the allusion of Queen Chen of Han Dynasty to express his longing for Ai Ji. Although he seemed to be writing history, he was actually writing about his longing for Ai Ji.
Empress Chen loves the emperor deeply, and Wei Zhuang's love for his beloved concubine is no less than that of Empress Chen, but he doesn't know if his beloved concubine knows What about your own feelings?
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