Cai Wenji's most famous poem.

Cai Yan, Wen Xi, Evonne. The year of birth and death is unknown. A native of Pixian County, Chenliu County in the Eastern Han Dynasty, she was the daughter of Cai Yong, a great writer in the Eastern Han Dynasty. The first time I married Wei Zhongdao, my husband died and went home. Later, due to the invasion of Xiongnu, Cai Yan was taken away by Xiongnu Zuo, married to Xiongnu, and gave birth to two sons. Twelve years later, Cao Cao unified the north, redeemed Cai Yan with a large sum of money, and betrothed her to Dong Si. Cai Yan is also good at literature, music and calligraphy. Sui Shu Jing Ji Zhi contains a volume of Cai Wenji Ji, which has been lost. The only works that Cai Wenji can see now are Hu Jia's Two Mourning Poems and Eighteen Beats. There are not many records of Cai Yan's deeds in history, but the story of "Moon Hee returned to Han" has been widely circulated in past dynasties.

Let's enjoy Cai Wenji's most famous poems and essays:

Hujiashibai

I did nothing at the beginning of my life, but after I was born, the Han Dynasty declined. I met this time because of the merciless nature of heaven. The road is dangerous and the people are in exile. Smoke and dust cover the wild, land rover prospers, and ambition is good and righteousness is lacking. Humiliated. Who should I sue? After a while, I knocked on the piano, feeling angry and resentful.

Rong Jie forced me to get married and pushed me to the horizon. Yunshan is heavy, and the wind blows thousands of miles, raising dust and sand. Many people are violent and fierce. Like snakes, they are arrogant and extravagant. Two beats and one string, the string is heartbroken, heartbreaking and sad.

It is better to have no life than to go to the country of Yue Han and enter the city of Hu. Felt hair shocked my flesh and blood, and karma strangled my feeling of taste. Drums are ringing from the night, and Hu Feng is dark. Today's sadness is the triple beat of gold, and it is flat when the sad beast hates it.

I miss my hometown day and night, which is the most bitter. Natural disasters make the country chaotic and the people have no ownership. I am the only one who has no luck. Different customs and different physical difficulties, different appetites, who can talk! It's sad to think about how hard it is to remember clearly.

The south of the wild goose wants to make a sound, and the north of the wild goose returns to the west to get a Chinese sound. Wild geese fly high, hard to find, but heartbroken and homesick. The folding of the eyebrows caressed Ya Qin to the moon, and the five strokes were profound.

First frost is cold and hungry, so you can't eat meat and cheese. At night, the water sobbed and the Great Wall crowded the road. Looking back, it is difficult to pack your bags, and six beats of sadness come and go.

As the sun sets, the wind wails. I don't know who I'm talking to! Vilen is depressed, guarding Wan Li, vulgar, old, weak and young. There are aquatic plants to build homes and repair bases, and cattle and sheep gather in the wild like bees and ants. When the grass is exhausted, the sheep and horses are moved, and the seven beats are hateful.

Why don't you see me wandering alone? God, what happened? I live up to God. What makes me different? I failed my God. Why should I go to the desert state? I did eight beats to relieve my worries, but I didn't know my heart was turning to worry.

The sky is boundless and my heart is sad. Life is fleeting, but I can't be happy in my prime. I want to ask the truth, but the sky is gray and I have no chance. Looking up at the clouds and smoke, nine beats are nostalgic. Who is it?

The beacon fire in Chengtou has not been extinguished. When will the battlefield stop? The murderous look rushed to the door, and Hu Feng blew the moonlight. Hometown sound insulation, crying silently. A lifetime of hard work and parting, ten times of sadness and tears into blood.

I must live to eat and die to hate, so I can't dedicate my body and my heart. I still want to return to mulberry, and I have been dead for a long time. Sun, Moon and Sun are in Rongji, and the Hu people spoil me and have two sons. Bow's education has no sense of shame, but his thoughts are getting bigger and bigger. There is a beat in ten miles, and because of this, sorrow and joy are lingering.

Dongfeng responds to the law and has a lot of heating, so we know that the Han family is the son of heaven and the cloth and clothes are harmonious. The Qiang people danced wildly and sang praises, and the two countries went to war with each other. Suddenly, I met an envoy of the Han Dynasty, and he called me almost by imperial decree, asking my daughter to redeem my concubine. I'm glad I'm still alive, and I'm glad I met a sage, so I won't say goodbye to my children for no reason. Nine times out of ten, it is difficult to live in two emotions.

This doesn't mean I can't live, but I have to go back and caress Hu and gamble. Ambassador China greeted me. Who knows? Life and death come with me at this time, worrying about losing my glory as a child. How can I have wings to give you back? Step by step, it is difficult to move, and the soul disappears. There are three beats in ten, and the strings are anxious and sorrowful, and the intestines are stirring.

When I get home, my son won't follow me, and my heart hangs like I'm hungry. Everything in the four seasons has ups and downs, but I am sad and temporarily motionless. The mountains are high and the sea is wide. I will see you all my life. I dreamed that you came to Sri Lanka at night. Holding hands in a dream is a kind of joy and a kind of sadness, but it hurts after sleeping. Nine times out of ten, tears are falling, the river is flowing east, and I am thinking.

Fifteen beats, a holiday, a promotion, and a full chest. Who knows music? It's unusual in the vault. I hope I can come back, I hope I can be happy again. My heart is full of sorrow and sorrow. The sun and the moon are selfless and never shine. It is no wonder that mother and son are separated, and the same day is more and more like a reference in business, and life and death are unknown.

Sixteen beats, endless thoughts, my son and I stand on our side. The sun faces the east and the moon faces the west, so don't be heartbroken. I don't forget my worry about daylily, I don't care whether I play the piano or not! I don't want to go back to my hometown today. Old grievances are settled and new grievances are long! Blood and tears look up and complain to the gray son, Hu lives alone!

Seventeen patted Xi's heart, his nose was sour, and it was difficult for Guan Shan to stop Xi. I went with a lot of thoughts, but I didn't think long when I came. Filled with branches and dried leaves of Artemisia annua, the battlefield was scarred and covered with bones, knives and arrows. In spring and summer, the wind and frost are cold and the people are hungry and weak. I was so heavy that I entered Chang 'an. I sighed my heart and my tears dried up.

Hu Jia was born out of Hu and turned out the same melody. Although the 18th beat of Xi Qu is over, it sounds memorable. It is a work that knows the subtleties of bamboo silk, and the joys and sorrows change with people's hearts. Hu and Han are different, and heaven and earth are separated. I am bitter in heaven, complaining about others, and the breadth of Liuhe is intolerable!

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