Speaking of Yuan Zhen, I think everyone is familiar with his poems. The first time I came into contact with his poems was in junior high school, and the two sentences "Once the sea was difficult for water, forever amber." I am intoxicated in the country of poetry. "I am lazy to look back on the flowers, and I am half-qualified to cultivate and half-qualified." It seems that I have been attached to his affectionate obsession, but what fascinates me more is the woman Wei Cong behind me.
Yuan Zhen, whose name is Hui Zhi, was born in Luoyang, Henan Province today. He was a famous poet in the middle and late Tang Dynasty. His father died at the age of 8, and his mother, Zheng, was knowledgeable and taught him personally. Yuan Zhen was also brilliant. At the age of 15, he was chosen because he took the classics exam. At the age of 21, he became a middle-class poet. At the age of 25, he was the same as Bai Juyi and became a lifelong poet.
Although Yuan Zhen has been labeled by many scholars as having a bad personality, romantic and absurd, wild and unrestrained, and has different feelings, even his poems are considered as melodramatic works, it is hard to hide his talent. If Su Shi's ci works impress readers with his genius writing, I think Yuan Zhen's ci works are influenced by the details of life and readers.
let's not talk about Yuan Zhen, but look at a woman _ _ _ _ _ Wei Cong who can't afford the waves of love for him.
There is little information about Wei Cong in history, and information can only be revealed in Yuan Zhen's poems. Wei Cong, the word HuiCong, was the daughter of Wei Xiaqing, a prince at that time. She was clever and sensible since childhood and won her father's love. Influenced by her family environment, she was proficient in poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was able to go to the kitchen and go to the hall, and her daughter Hong was also excellent.
One day, Wei Fu was reading a book in the study, and Xiao Wei Cong skipped into the study. Wei Fu didn't pay much attention to it because he was so absorbed in reading. After reading it, Wei Fu stretched out of the study and looked into the distance, feeling comfortable. At this time, it was dinner time. Suddenly, I heard the maids looking for Xiao Wei Cong in a hurry, and the whole family began to worry. The maid said, I was playing with her in the yard just now, but I didn't in a blink of an eye. She said with KuQiang, Wei Fu inadvertently entered the study, but in a corner of the bookshelf he saw Xiao Wei Cong sleeping, with a scroll in his arms. Seeing this quiet and lovely scene, Wei Fu's powerful heart was already in flight. He picked up Xiao Wei Cong and kissed her on the forehead and carried her to the bed. Later, Xiao Wei Cong became a frequent visitor to Wei Fu's study.
By chance, Xia Qing saw Yuan Zhen's works, and felt that the young man was ambitious, and there was a kind of spirit between the lines, and his future was inestimable. Knowing that his family was depressed, it was difficult to entrust him with his own life ideal, so he began to support him.
One day, Yuan Zhen was one of the guests in Wei House. The guests talked about political affairs, and Yuan Zhen was inconvenient. In the meantime, they asked Xia Qing for permission to go for a walk in the garden. At this time, it was just in the spring, singing and dancing, and the splendor in Wei House was indescribable. Just as he was intoxicated, a woman broke into his world.
Yuan Zhen was deeply attracted by this strange woman, and her footsteps were gone, but she was just silently demented. Wei Cong also saw Yuan Zhen, and was stared at by this stranger all the time. It was inevitable that the shy rose in the little girl's house opened quietly in her heart, and her face was flushed, all of which was seen by Wei Fu who was nearby ...
One was that she had never been married in years of enthusiasm.
there are at least sixteen poems written by Yuan Zhen for Wei Cong, including Three Poems for Mourning, Eight Poems for Mourning in Spring, and Five Poems for Leaving Thoughts, among which Three Poems for Mourning is the most touching, which makes people feel sad and tearful.
(1)
? You are like the most favoured daughter of gong, marrying me this poor man is not smooth. Although I have no clothes to search for, I sell wine and pull out gold hairpin.
? The wild sparse food is sweet and long, and the fallen leaves add new ideas to the ancient Sophora japonica. Today, I paid over 1, yuan, and all that I can bring to you is a temple sacrifice.
Take Xie Daowen, the niece of Xie An, the prime minister of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, as a metaphor for Wei Cong. You are like Xie Daowen, Xie An's niece. You use Lou Qian, a poor official of the State of Qi during the Warring States Period, as a metaphor, saying that you bowed down and married me, a poor poet. Since you married me, everything has been obedient to my heart. When she saw that I had no clothes, she rummaged for me. I had the habit of drinking two mouthfuls and pestered her, so she changed her gold hairpin to sell me wine to drink.
There is really no food to wrap your stomach in, so you go everywhere to dig wild vegetables to satisfy your hunger, but you eat them with relish. Without firewood to make a fire, you rely on the old locust tree to sweep the leaves and cook. Today, my salary has reached 1, yuan, and I can only pay homage to you and put some sacrifices.
At the end of the poem, a virtuous, capable, generous and sensible wife emerges in front of the readers. She treats love as if she were her own faith. Suffering together is not only touching and shocking, but also makes people feel sad and emotional, and the poet's sense of guilt also permeates it, which makes people feel a heavy heart, so they have nowhere to talk.
（2）
? The past once joked about the arrangements behind us, now according to what you said is in front of us. Clothes to see, your needlework is sealed, I dare not look at it.
? Because I miss you, I love and girls are also particularly love, many dreams of you I will burn the paper for you burn. No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many memories of the past are extremely sad.
I used to joke about the arrangements for our future, but now they all come to my eyes one by one. I've given your clothes to others so as not to feel sad. I've been keeping your sewing box clean but I can't bear to open it.
I miss you. I take special care of the maids and servants you brought from your mother's house. I will burn some paper money for you when I see you in my dreams many times. Have you received it? When I write here, I will push myself and others. Everyone will experience the parting of life and death between husband and wife, and the poor couples in the world are as pitiful as me.
（3）
? I sit here alone, mourning for us both, how many years do I lack now of my threescore and ten?! No descendants are the fate of the arrangement, pan yue mourned his dead wife just in vain.
? What have I to hope for in the darkness of our tomb? You and I had little faith in a meeting after death! Yet my open eyes can see all night, that lifelong trouble of your brow.
Sit around and grieve for you and sigh for me. Even if life has a hundred years, how long will it be! It was fate that Deng You had no children. Pan Yue had to write mourning words to express his grief.
What is the hope of living in the same cave and being buried in the same tomb? What an illusory attempt to become attached to the afterlife. Only by keeping your eyes open all night can you repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch.
Wei Cong's description in the poem is vivid, and she can be said to be extremely sincere about love. In the long river of history, such a woman is like the waves lapping on the shore, so is the pure and beautiful love in the world.
A poem written by Yuan Zhen in Yingying Biography, borrowed from Cui Yingying's mouth, can well show that we treat love with "taking care of the present".