What's the story about ancient poetry?

Meng Jiao's mother said that during the Dezong period of the Tang Dynasty, Meng Jiao was appointed as the county magistrate of Liyang, Jiangsu. One night, he was reading in the study. After watching it for a while, he felt a little tired, so he stood up and went to the window. At this time, the bright moon is in the sky outside the window, and the night breeze is blowing gently. He looked up at the bright moon and was homesick. Looking back on my decades of studying hard at a cold window, I didn't become a scholar and a small county magistrate until I was in my fifties.

In these decades, how much effort the old mother has paid for herself! Every time I go to Beijing to catch the exam, my white-haired old mother is always busy before going out, preparing luggage for herself. Especially the night before I went out, my mother sat under the dim oil lamp and sewed clothes for herself stitch by stitch.

While sewing, my mother whispered, "sew more stitches and sew more closely, which will be strong and durable." Take care of yourself when you go out, come back early, and don't let your mother miss you at home ... "At that time, I listened to my mother's warm words and looked at her wrinkled face and frosty white hair.

Meng Jiao felt sour in his heart and his eyes were moist ... He deeply felt that maternal love was so great, just like the sunshine in spring. Meng Jiao thought of here, a passion echoed in his chest. Before returning to the case, he wrote "Wandering Songs".

2. Visit Shanxi Village

Twelve-year-old Lu You was dismissed from his post. Having no choice but to serve the country, Lu You returned to his hometown of Yin Shan (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang) full of grief and indignation. He shut himself up at home reading all day, often sitting alone in the blue light until late at night. In April of the following year, gongs and drums were drummed everywhere in the countryside to prepare for the Spring Festival Society (the day to worship the land god), and there was a happy atmosphere.

Lu You suddenly wanted to visit the Western Hills twenty miles away. So he set off with a cane. Walking, the mountain road gradually circled. After walking for more than an hour, the crowd gradually became scarce. When he climbed a slope and looked around, the mountain in front was heavy and the road was broken, as if he could not walk any further.

Lu you is interested and refuses to look back. He walked dozens of steps along the hillside and turned a corner. Suddenly, an empty valley appeared not far ahead, and a small village was hidden in the green saffron, much like the legendary Peach Blossom Garden. Lu You was very happy and walked into this small village. Villagers with simple clothes and pure temperament entertain guests with their own wine. ?

With this unforgettable experience and feeling, Lu You cheered up again. I wrote A Tour of Shanxi Village.

The title city is Nanzhuang.

The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane. Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. Wherever people go now, peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. In the Tang Dynasty, Meng Ye recorded a story of Tang poetry: Cui Hu, a famous scholar in Boling, came last in the exam and was depressed.

On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, he went to the south of the city for an outing alone and saw a villa surrounded by peach blossoms with pleasant scenery. When he was thirsty, he knocked at the door to drink water. No-later, a beautiful girl opened the door. Cui Hu fell in love at first sight. In the second year, Tomb-Sweeping Day and Cuihu revisited their old place and found that the courtyard wall had not changed and the gate was locked.

If you lose your hukou, you will write a poem on the door: "Last year today, at this door, peach blossoms set each other off." People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. Since then, people have used "peach blossom with a human face" to describe a woman's beauty or express her love. ?

4. Liangzhou Ci

According to legend, Cixi ordered someone to write a fan, which was written by Wang Zhihuan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, in Liangzhou Ci: "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is a lonely city of Wan Ren. Why bother to complain about the willow, the spring breeze is only Yumenguan. " Unexpectedly, the screenwriter lost the word "between the Yellow River and the white clouds" for a moment. Cixi was very angry after reading it.

I think this is a deliberate insinuation that I don't understand poetry, so I ordered someone to arrest the writer and let him read it on the spot. If he doesn't understand, he will be beheaded. Unexpectedly, the fan writer was shocked after reading his own poem, and then he had a brainwave and said to Cixi, "Lafayette, I didn't write the poem wrong, just rewritten the words according to Wang Zhihuan's poem."

Cixi felt novel and quickly let him see it. The man casually read: "The Yellow River is far away, white clouds are around, and Wan Ren Mountain is an isolated city. Why should the Qiang people complain?" . Willow spring breeze, not Yumen Pass. Therefore, Liangzhou Ci really became a "word".

5. A pear tree presses Haitang

Zhang Xian (990- 1078, Ye Zi), a famous poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, married a concubine of 18 years old at the age of 80. At that time, Su Shi, who often recited poems with Zhang Xian, took many friends to visit him and asked the old gentleman what he thought of this beautiful scenery.

Zhang Xian then casually read: "I am 88 years old, and your beauty is my white hair. The same age as Qing, only separated by a flower. " Su Dongpo, who is humorous, immediately sang a song: "Eighteen brides and eighty lang, with gray hair and red makeup. Two nights in the quilt, a pear tree pressed Haitang. "