Love poem about numbers

Talents and beauties have been a perfect match since ancient times, but emotional waves also develop. After becoming prosperous, Sima Xiangru wanted to have an affair, and he was eager to take a concubine when he was enjoying a smooth life in other places. Zhuo Wenjun wrote his own "Poetry of Resentful Lang". His poem says: "After a farewell, two places miss each other. It is only said to be March and April. Who knows five or six years. I have no heart to play the lyre. There is no eight-line book to pass down, and the nine-melody chain is broken from it. The gaze of the ten-mile long pavilion is endless. A hundred thoughts, I have no choice but to express my regrets to you. I am bored and leaning on the fence for ten days. The moon is full in August and half of July, and everyone is asking the sky in the dog days of June. I feel chilly when I shake the fan. In May, the pomegranates are red, but the flowers are watered by the cold rain. In April, I want to look at the mirror and feel confused. In March, the peach blossoms are drifting with the water. The string of the kite is broken. Oh, Lang! I wish you could be my daughter in the next life." Sima Xiangru read his wife's letter. I can't help but marvel at my wife's talent. Thinking back on the love between husband and wife in the past, I was so ashamed that I never mentioned the matter of my surviving wife taking concubines again. " I will never regret it when I sell wine - Zhuo Wenjun, a talented man and a beautiful woman, has been a perfect match since ancient times. Who is the best among the great talents in the Han Dynasty? Mr. Lu Xun, the great modern writer, pointed out in "Outline of the History of Chinese Literature": "The literati during the reign of Emperor Wu, Fu No one is better than Sima Xiangru, no better writer than Sima Qian." Hey, being able to win the favor of Mr. Lu Xun shows that Sima Xiangru is extremely talented. In addition, historical records indicate that Sima Xiangru is handsome and handsome. Such a romantic figure can easily murder countless people. The hearts of young girls include the protagonist of this article, a 17-year-old beauty who was newly widowed at home - Zhuo Wenjun was the daughter of Zhuo Wangsun, a wealthy businessman in Linqiong in the Han Dynasty. She was young, beautiful, talented and proficient in music. It is a pity that the emperor Sima Xiangru met in his youth was Emperor Jing of the Han Dynasty. He was a pragmatic master and a pragmatic scholar. He was not very appreciated, so Sima Xiangru was a little poor. He had no choice but to go to his former friend Linqiong Wang Ji. God began to attract talents and beauties at this time. Is it because Sima Xiangru is a little greedy for Zhuo Wangsun's wealth, or is Zhuo Wenjun deeply admires Sima Xiangru's talent, and when he heard that Sima Xiangru was in the county, he tried his best to persuade his father to invite him. In short, Sima Xiangru happily accepted Zhuo Wangsun's invitation to go to his home. At the banquet, knowing that his beautiful daughter was newly widowed at home, Sima Xiangru boldly expressed his love to Zhuo Mei, whom he had never met, by singing "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix": "The phoenix comes back to its hometown like a phoenix, and travels all over the world to seek its phoenix." , there is a beautiful girl in this hall, and the people in the room are so poisonous to my intestines, why should I become a mandarin duck?" This shocked Wenjun, who was proficient in music. "Wenjun peeked from the door, and he was delighted and liked it. I'm afraid it's inappropriate. After that, Xiangru sent people to give Wenjun's attendants a lot of courtesy. Wenjun died at night and ran to Xiangru. Xiangru and he galloped back to Chengdu. "Such a madman, but he won the heart of Zhuo Wenjun, actually... eloped. This is a hornet's nest. The daughter of Zhuo Wenjun, a rich man, eloped with a poor scholar. How is it appropriate? My father-in-law is angry, no matter what Sima Xiangru, a talented man who was good at romance, was at a loss to support a young couple. Sima Xiangru's family was extremely poor and had almost nothing except four walls. However, Zhuo Wenjun, this extraordinary woman, was really extraordinary. , love gave her infinite courage. When she lived in Chengdu for some time, Zhuo Wenjun said to Sima Xiangru: "Actually, as long as you come to Linqiong with me and borrow some money from my brothers, we can manage to survive. Lived. "Sima Xiangru listened to her words and went to Linqiong with her. They sold the carriages and horses to make capital and opened a hotel. Zhuo Wenjun paid for the wine and took charge of the store; Sima Xiangru wore an apron and mixed Washing cups and dishes among the guys, the young couple lived happily, sweetly and warmly. The old father-in-law couldn't stand it anymore. After all, he felt sorry for his daughter's suffering, so he had to help the couple. Finally, he turned around and lived a life of wealth. As the saying goes, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty admired Sima Xiangru's talent very much, and Sima Xiangru's career began to go smoothly. It became possible, not to mention that the talent was well known to everyone, and there were countless women rushing to throw themselves into his arms. The day when Zhuo Wenjun shed tears began to come. Not only did Zhuo Wenjun not wait for her husband to come to pick him up. Instead, she heard the news that her husband wanted to take a prostitute as his concubine. She was really a gorgeous girl.

Zhuo Wenjun was very angry. As a beauty and a talented woman, she quickly composed a sad song "White Head Song": "It's as white as snow in the mountains, and as bright as the moon in the clouds. I heard that you had two opinions, so I came to make a decision." Today's drinking party, the water in the ditch is stopped in the morning, and the ditch water flows east and west. There is no need to cry when you marry. If you want to marry someone, the white head will not be separated, and the fish will not move. Migration, men attach great importance to loyalty, why use money and knives?", and wrote a sad farewell letter: "The spring flowers compete with each other, the five colors are exquisite, the harp is still in the palace, and the new sound is new! There are mandarin ducks in the Jinshui. , there is water in the Han Palace, and things are new, people who are lamenting the world are here, and they are too lustful and do not realize it! The red string is broken, the bright mirror is missing, the morning dew is shining, the fragrance is resting, the white head is groaning, the pain is parting, try your best to have a meal and don’t miss my concubine , Jin Shui Tang Tang, and the secret of long-lasting secrets with you!" Give it to Sima Xiangru. Unexpectedly, the great talent Sima had no shame and actually sent home a letter with thirteen numbers: "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand". Wenjun read the letter repeatedly and understood what her husband meant. There is no "hundred million" in the number, indicating that he has no "interest" in her. The proud Zhuo Wenjun was both sad and angry, so he immediately wrote back and asked someone to take it back. This is the famous "Poem of Resentful Lang" (number poem). The full text is as follows: After one farewell, two places miss each other. It was only said that it was March or April, but who knew it was five or six years ago. The lyre has no heart to play, the eight-line script cannot be passed down, the nine-melody chain is broken in the middle, and the gaze of the ten-mile long pavilion is about to penetrate. Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, all helpless to blame you. There are thousands of words to talk about, and I am bored and leaning on the railing ten times. Chongjiu climbs high to see the lone wild geese. In August and mid-autumn, the moon is full but not round. In the middle of the seventh month, hold a candle and burn incense and ask the sky. In the dog days of June, when everyone shakes fans, I feel chilled. In May, pomegranates are as red as fire, but they are watered by bursts of cold rain. In April, the loquats are not yet yellow, and I want to look in the mirror and feel confused. In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March; they drift in pieces, and the kite string breaks in February. Alas, Lang, Lang, I wish I could have you as a girl and me as a boy in the next life. This poem is of great literary brilliance, with extremely precise wording; love and hate are intertwined, and the love is so deep that it makes the great talent of Sima blush with shame. From then on, he stopped and did not dare to mention the matter of concubinage. Zhuo Wenjun is smart. She used her wisdom to save her husband's betrayal; she managed her love and marriage with her heart, and finally the joy came out of all the hardships. In the end, they did not abandon their initial love and final persistence. This also makes their story turn over and over again, becoming a love story above the world. How can we not admire such a beautiful and talented woman with such a beautiful heart and a beautiful heart? Zhuo Wenjun, a talented woman, is really very powerful. I admire you so much that I can follow the example of a dog's tail or imitate others, so I also imitated it in an article as follows (an old work from the past) , dedicated to all netizens. Imitating Wenjun's Lovesickness Poems - He Taohua March After parting, I missed lovesickness in two places. I only said it was March or Fourth, but I didn't know it was May or June. The seven sons choked up their voices at night, the music box accidentally fell, the nine letters seemed like secrets, and the setting sun in the ten-mile long pavilion was like blood. There are hundreds of thoughts and thousands of posts, and I have no choice but to read Yiyue. Love can never be extinguished by thousands of rivers and mountains. Reading the Ten Commandments is boring in every possible way. I climb high to see the solitary bird on the ninth day of the month. I am not happy when people are happy with me during the Mid-Autumn Festival in August. I listen to the pine trees and drink wine in front of the moon in the middle of July. My skirt is swaying in the sky in June. My heart is biting. In May, pomegranates The flowers are as red as fire, but the cold rain destroys them violently. In April, the loquats are not yet yellow, and I feel shy about looking into the mirror. Suddenly, in March, the peach blossoms lose their smile; in February, the kites float out of bounds. Oh! Beauty, I wish you could be a butterfly and I could be a butterfly in the next life