It's so hot in summer that I can't sleep at night. I put on my clothes and sat in the yard watching the sky. I took a book from the bedside.
Read Wei's most famous Yuefu poem Elegy;
The moon shines on the tall buildings, and the lights upstairs are swaying. There is a sad woman sighing upstairs. Who is the sigh upstairs? Since the cloud dangzi wife.
My husband has been away for more than ten years, and he is often timid alone. My husband is like dust on the road, like mud in dirty water. Floating dust and mud are different, when can we meet harmoniously?
Yes, I want to turn into a southwest wind and disappear into my husband's arms! My husband's heart is no longer open to me. What can I rely on?
This poem is like the cold wind in the long night, drifting from the ancient road thousands of years away, reminding me of this wandering talent and a touching love chapter. Cao Zhi is a rare genius in the history of China. At the age of ten, he had read hundreds of thousands of words of poetry and prose, and at the age of twelve, he completed the poem Ode to a Bronze Quetai, which became famous at one fell swoop.
That is, at the age of twelve, he fell in love with Mrs. Zhen, who was ten years older than him, and started his first love affair in his life, which also brought him a tragic fate in the second half of his life. At an early age, he asked his father to propose to Zhen Zao's daughter on his behalf, but later he became lovesick. It can be seen how precocious Cao Zhi is.
Unexpectedly, a real daughter married Yuan Shao as a daughter-in-law. Later, Cao Cao destroyed Yuan Shao, and Zhen Shiyin married Xelloss (Cao Zhi's younger brother)-this year Xelloss was eighteen, Zhen Shiyin was twenty, and Cao Zhi was thirteen-and Xelloss made Zhen Shiyin the queen and gave birth to Cao Rui. Because xelloss listened to rumors, he soon gave birth to Zhen Shi. When Zhen Shiyin died, the saddest thing was not xelloss, but Cao Zhi, a talented person who fell in love with life and death at the age of twelve. At this time, his mood is just as he recited in the poem of Seven Injuries: "There are many hate platforms on the high platform, facing the sun and facing the Beilin. Son in Wan Li, rivers and lakes back and deep. The ark is extremely safe, and it is difficult to leave your mind. Lonely geese fly south, and the president is lost. I long for people far away, and I want to express my last words. My sight suddenly disappeared and my heart was broken. "
When Mrs. Zhen died, Cao Zhi's brother Cao Pi wrote the famous sentence "The great cause of the country is an immortal event" and gave him a pillow for Mrs. Zhen to sleep as a souvenir. Cao Zhi took sad notes with Mrs. Zhen's pillow, and wrote an immortal "Ganzhen Fu" in grief to mourn her childhood lover. This eternal swan song was later renamed Luoshen Fu.
The death of Mrs. Zhen completely changed Cao Zhi's life track. When I was a teenager, I was high-spirited and bohemian. He once said: "the way of ci fu is not enough to promote righteousness and show the afterlife." Yesterday, Yang Ziyun was the first minister to hold a halberd, and he also called it' a strong man does not do it'. Although I am a humble person, I still contribute to the country, benefit the people, and build a long-lasting and immortal merit. Do you take calligraphy as merit and resign as a gentleman? " Trying to make a difference in politics, I didn't expect that he would never be able to expand his ambitions in politics, but he was the leader in literary achievements. In his "Noda oriole", there is such a passage: "Draw the sword and catch the net, and the oriole flies. ..... fly to the sky, come and thank the young man. " It can show his desire to fly and fly freely when he was a teenager.
Since the death of Mrs. Zhen, Cao Zhi has been depressed and detached from emotional repression, political struggle and unsatisfactory life. His middle-aged life is "even in the barren land, food and clothing are not sustainable"; The later works are full of emotions, anger and sadness, which are different from those in childhood; In the emotional loss, there are two poems, "Feeling things hurts, comforting the heart", which can best express the emotional burden left by him from the age of twelve.
Cao Zhi was only forty-one years old when he died, and he was in his prime. Apart from his high spirits and poems written by Hua Mao, he achieved nothing in career and emotion. After more than a thousand years, it's really embarrassing to read Cao Zhi's works and recall his life!
Talented people are like Cao Zhizhe (Xie Lingyun once said: "There is only one stone in the world, and Cao Zijian has eight fights alone. I have a fight, and I have used it since ancient times. " ) I still can't get rid of the emotional yoke, just like my generation, how can I find a way out of the emotional dilemma?
Under the boundless sky, I dreamed that if Cao Zhi was allowed to marry Mrs. Zhen at the age of twelve, perhaps the history of Wei and Jin literature would be rewritten, and we would not see the works full of flesh and blood, emotional pain and wandering pain, such as Fictitious Section, Duckweed Section, Mourning Song, Wan Li Guest at the Door and Rock Section.
What kind of person do we want Cao Zhi to be? I hope his love is perfect, or his article is brilliant, or even brilliant? There are few answers to these questions. However, there is a constant clue that love is a big variable in life. Some people are constantly changing, and some people are constantly changing. However, Cao Zhi is always changing out of control and can never be free from pain.
Recalling Cao Zhi's life, I wandered around in my clothes and couldn't sleep at night. I repeatedly read a few words from Xu Jie:
"There is no constant cycle, but I am suffering. I would like to make a forest grass and burn it with wildfire in autumn. Wouldn't it hurt to destroy it? I am willing to become attached to Genling. "
Don't lovelorn, gifted scholars have no roots? I think sadly, thinking about Cao Zhifu's mood when holding Mrs. Zhen's pillow.
-Fortunately, Mrs. Zhen left a pillow, otherwise we couldn't even read Luo Shenfu.
"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" by the Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling: The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies to the top of the mountain. People are already afraid of the exhaustion of rivers and seas, even at the expense of the sky.
In midsummer, Nan Ting Si Xin, a poet in Tang Dynasty, Meng Haoran: The mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the lake in the east starts from the moon. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
"Summer Night Sigh" Tang Du Fu
Before sunset, the inflammation was steaming and poisoning my intestines. Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt.
Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.
When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies. Things have no details and are adaptive.
Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years. Why are you washing and looking at each other?
Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters. Although the purple is covered, it is better to return early.
North city is sad, storks fly. When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy.