An ancient poem expressing love for his wife
Several poems written by the ancients to his wife Su Wu: "Keep a wife" and "All shall be well, and love each other. Happiness is tonight. It's a good time. It's a long way to find a husband. You can watch the night. The morning has passed, so resign from now on. Service is on the battlefield, and there is no fixed period between the two. I shook hands for a long time, but I don't cry in this life. Try to love Chunhua, don't forget when you are happy. Come back when you are born, and it is also Sauvignon Blanc when you die. " When I became husband and wife with you, I never doubted that I would love you forever. Fall in love with you, revel in the happy moment tonight, what a wonderful time! But tomorrow I will travel for my country, so I must get up and see when it is before dawn. I will say goodbye to you at dawn, because I don't know when I can reunite with you when I go to the battlefield. Holding hands with you for a long time is also happy, and I can't help crying because this may be the last time in my life. I cherish every happy moment now, and I will never forget the happy time when I fell in love with you. If I am lucky enough to live, I will definitely come back to you. If I die unfortunately, I will miss you forever ... The commander of Emperor Su Wu was ordered to go to Xiongnu, only to be forced to surrender by Xiongnu Khan, and Su Wu refused to give in. As a result, Su Wu was exiled to the cold North Sea to herd sheep, and went through all the hardships. /kloc-I finally returned to China after 0/9, and finally fulfilled my promise to my wife to "come back when she was born". Unfortunately, he came back too late, and his wife thought he was dead and had remarried. Because the Huns were afraid that Hanting would return to Su Wu, they lied that Su Wu had already died. Although the ending is not satisfactory, we can know from reading this poem that Lieutenant General Su Wu is a man of flesh and blood, and he loves his wife so much. You can also know the greatness of the soldiers at that time, love your country so much and give up your feelings for the people of the country. I can better know the greatness of grazing in Su Wu ... Yuan Zhen: "Self-thought" "Once the sea was difficult to level, it will always be amber. Lazy looking back at flowers, half the sky is repaired, and half the sky is a gentleman. " After experiencing the magnificence of the sea, you won't be attracted by the water from other places. I am intoxicated in Wushan's dream of sex rain, and the scenery elsewhere is not called sex rain. Although I often walk through the flowers, I have no mind to enjoy them, partly because I am trained and partly because I only have you in my heart ... This further explanation is. Indulge in the ocean of your love, indulge in your dreams, I will not be interested in other women. No one can love you as much as you do. You are the best. No one can replace you after you leave. No matter how beautiful other women are, I can't bear to love them, because there is only one name in my heart, and that is that you ... Yuan Zhen loves his wife. Four years younger than Yuan Zhen, he married Yuan Zhen at the age of 20 and died at the age of 27. Yuan Zhen was probably the poet who wrote the most poems to his wife in ancient times, and his wife was involuntarily reflected in many of his poems. It is conceivable that Yuan Zhen spent the rest of his life thinking about his wife. I don't know how many poems Yuan Zhen wrote in memory of his wife, but now I can see more than 30 poems. In addition to this song, there are three mourning songs, eight mourning songs in the spring of six years, five mixed memories, and wife's full moon condolences. It can be said that it is touching. From these poems, we can imagine that Wei Cong is a virtuous and beautiful woman, and we can also know that Yuan Zhen is an infatuated and grateful man. Su Shi: On the 20th night of the first month of Jiangchengzi, Yi Mao recorded a dream. "Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I will never forget it. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. I am speechless, only a thousand lines of tears are expected to be broken tomorrow night, short Matsuoka. " For ten years, you and I have been isolated in two worlds, unable to meet each other and unaware of each other's situation. Even if I don't miss you, I won't forget you Your grave is alone in such a distant place. Where can I tell you the sadness in my heart? Even if I can meet you, you may not recognize me, because I'm completely ashamed. At night, I suddenly dreamed that I went back to the past, and I saw you sitting in Xiao Xuan's window dressing up. It's hard to talk when I look at you for a long time, only tears keep flowing from each other. When I think of you, I come to the most heartbreaking place every year. On this bright moon night, I look at you on the mountain covered with pine trees ... Tang Guizhang: This is a work of mourning. Apollo's true feelings are revealed, and every sentence is painful and his voice is piercing. Sincerely, the so-called "sound is heaven, tears are spring" in Houshan. This poem about missing my beloved wife has become a masterpiece through the ages and touched people thousands of years later. Su Shi's wife, named Wang Fu, was in harmony with Su Shi's piano and died ten years later. On the 20th night of the first month, more than ten years after Mao Yi's death, Su Dongpo, a famous scholar at that time, woke up in the middle of the night, went to his wife's grave and wrote this poem. Lonely Su Dongpo, poor Su Dongpo, great Su Dongpo once loved a great woman ... He Zhu: "Partridge Sky" "Everything is not one, why do you get together and return to different?" Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. The original grass, the first dew, the old habitat new ridge. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night? "It's already a lot of things to pass by the west gate of Suzhou City, and the past is unbearable. Why can't I go with you and come back with you? After losing you, I am like a plane tree beaten by frost, and I have lost my vitality in the past. After losing you, I am like an old mandarin duck without a partner. I only have my own lonely and sad flight, and I don't know where to go. " Dew fell more in the Ming Dynasty. When will people return after they die? "People are like dew hanging on the grass on the grassland, which soon dries up and disappears. Human life is so short and fragile ... my thoughts haunt your old home and new grave. My heart is empty, only one person is sitting on the bed, listening to the rain outside. Now, who will light a lamp for me in the middle of the night, mend my clothes, accompany me and love me? ..... He Zhu's wife Scott is hardworking and virtuous. He Zhu's poem "Ask Inside" once wrote a scene in which Scott braved the heat to mend his winter clothes. The couple's feelings are deep and sincere. Unlike Su Shi who lost his wife in his youth, He Zhu lost his wife in his later years. He Zhu retired to Suzhou, already unhappy, and unfortunately lost his wife who had been together for many years, so this poem is inevitably pessimistic and heavy. This makes people feel more sad and sad ... how sad it is to lose a wife who has been with them for many years ... Chen: "September 8 th is a play to show his wife" and "the little urn is ripe now, so don't ask the restaurant. Tomorrow's Chongyang, where will the yellow flowers go? "Today, the wine has been brewed, and there is no need to sell it to the restaurant. Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival, but I don't know where there is a blooming Huang Juhua to drink with you. This poem by Chen, a poet in the Song Dynasty, can be said to have no feelings, such as daily conversation, just a joke. However, what is usually hidden is the warmth between him and his wife. End with this unpretentious poem full of endless happiness. Because insipid is happiness, and insipid is truth. You didn't know her value and loveliness until you left or lost her. ...