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Cao Zhi Mom didn't hit me in three days today
Cao Zhi (192 – December 27, 232), courtesy name Zijian, was a native of Peiguo County (沛国谯县, in present-day Bozhou, Anhui Province), born in Dongwuyang (東武陽, in present-day Xinxian County, Shandong), the third son of Cao Cao and Empress Wuxuanbian.
Cao Zhi was a famous writer of the Three Kingdoms period, and as one of the representative figures and masters of Jian'an literature, he was promoted to the status of a model of articles during the Two Jin Dynasties and the Southern and Northern Dynasties. His representative works include "Roselle", "White Horse", "Seven Lamentations" and so on. Because of his literary achievements, later generations called him "Three Caos" together with Cao Cao and Cao Pi. His poems are known for their strong pen strength and gorgeous lyrics, and there are thirty volumes in the collection, which have been written by the Song people. Cao Zhi's prose also has the characteristics of "love and elegance, body and literary quality", coupled with the rich variety of its varieties, which has made him outstanding achievements in this regard.
Xie Lingyun, a southern Song dynasty writer, had the evaluation that "there is only one stone in the world, and Cao Zijian has eight buckets". Literary critic Zhong Rong also praised Cao Zhi for his "unusually high bones, colorful words, love and elegance, and literary quality, overflowing with ancient and modern times, and outstanding." And in the "Poetry" he was listed as the highest poet of the pin. Wang Shizhen tasted that in the two thousand years since the Han and Wei dynasties, the poets can be called "immortals", Cao Zhi, Li Bai, and Su Shi.
Seven lamentations
The bright moon shines on the tall buildings, and the streamers are wandering.
There are sorrowful women on it, and there is still sorrow in lamentation.
Who is the sigher? Yan is the wife of the son of a.
For more than ten years, the concubines often lived alone.
If the king clears the road dust, the concubine is like turbid cement.
Floating and sinking are different, when will they coincide?
May the southwest wind, long death into the arms of the king.
Jun Huailiang is not open, what should the concubine rely on?
The Seven Lamentations are poems in which the poet sings his own grief over frustration. The Anthology classifies it as grief. Liu Lu of the late Yuan and early Ming Dynasties said in the "Supplementary Narrative of Selected Poems" (vol. 2): "Zijian and Emperor Wen are the same mother and flesh, and now they are floating and sinking, and they are not related to each other, so they especially refer to themselves as orphan concubines, and they are also earnestly worried." "Zijian is Cao Zhi, and Emperor Wen refers to Cao Pi." These words summarize the basic ideological content of the poem. Cao Zhi was talented and politically ambitious, and was initially predetermined as his successor by his father Cao Cao, but after Cao Cao's death, Cao Pi succeeded to the throne, released him, and closely monitored him. The poet was depressed, so he wrote this poem to make himself complain. To be precise, this is not a fully meaning of the moon poem. However, in China's traditional poetry, the moon is usually a typical image that triggers lovesickness and touches emotions, and poets often use this image to express their intentions and create an artistic conception. This poem is precisely to borrow the moon to rise up, in the tone of a resentful woman, euphemistically and tortuously express her sad situation of being hit and express the resentment that is difficult to discharge in her heart.
Miscellaneous poems (seven poems)
The high platform is sad and windy, and the sun shines on the north forest.
The son is in thousands of miles, and the rivers and lakes are deep and deep.
The ark is safe and extreme, and it is difficult to leave the past.
The lone bird flew south and passed the presiding judge mourning.
He is willing to leave his voice behind.
The shadow suddenly disappeared, and it hurt my heart.
Turn away from the root, fluttering with the long wind.
He Yi returned the lift and blew me into the clouds.
High and high, the sky is safe and poor.
This tourist is like this, sacrificing his body far from Rong.
Fur brown is not concealed, and weeds are often not full.
Go to Mofu Road, worry makes people old.
There are weavers in the northwest, and they are colorful.
Tomorrow morning with the opportunity, the sun is unwritten.
The long night ended, and sorrow roared into the clouds.
Concubines guard the empty boudoir, and good people march to join the army.
Since the return of the period of three years, it has now been nine springs.
Birds fly in the trees, and chirp and chirp.
May the scenery of the south stream, chi light to see my king.
The southern country has a beautiful person, Rong Huaruo peach plum.
Towards the north bank of the river, Xi Su Xiao XiangLan.
Fashion thin Zhu Yan, who for hair hao teeth.
The pitching years will be twilight, and the glory will not be long.
The servant has already driven strictly, and I will travel far away.
What do you want to travel, Wu Guo is my enemy.
Will be a thousand miles tu, east road settled by foot.
Jiang Jieduo is sad and windy, and Huai Si is rushing through the rapids.
May there be no ark.
Idle life is not my ambition, willing to go to the country to worry.
Flying to see more than 100 feet, Linmu Yuxuan.
Looking at the thousands of miles in the distance, you can see the plains at night.
The martyrs are more compassionate, and the villains steal from themselves.
Guo Yan was not satisfied, willing to lose his heart.
Looking southwest with his sword, he wanted to go to Taishan.
Strings screamed in sorrow, listening to my generous words.
Wrapped up in the middle of the boudoir, walking freely for two steps.
Idle rooms are lonely, and the green grass is terraced.
The empty room is self-generating, and the birds are flying south.
Chun Si An can be forgotten, and the worries are with me.
The beauty is far away, and the concubine is single and slender.
The party is difficult to meet again, and Zhilan is not honored.
Everyone abandons old love, and the king will live a peaceful life.
Ji Song is a female luo, and is like duckweed in the water.
He is clothed in a belt and does not fall in the morning and night.
If you finally take care of Your Grace, you will always be in love with me.
Public banquet poems
Send YingShi (2 songs)
One
Step up to the north of The Han And look at Luoyang Mountain.
Luoyang He was lonely, and the palace room was burned down.
The walls are all broken, and the thorns are towering in the sky.
Don't see the old old, but see the new teenager.
There is no action on the side foot, and the wasteland is no longer in the field.
The wanderer has not returned for a long time, and does not know the stranger and the stranger.
Nakano was depressed, and there was no one for thousands of miles.
Thinking of my usual residence, the knot of anger cannot be spoken.
Second
In the Qing Dynasty, it is difficult to get, and the Jiahui is not normal.
There is no ultimate in heaven and earth, and human life is like frost.
May you be gentle, my friend Shuofang.
Affectionate and set to send, put wine in this Heyang.
Isn't the middle feed alone? Guests can't drink enough.
Love is so bitter that it is worthy of the midgut?
The mountains and rivers are obstructed and far away, do not promote the day to grow.
May it be a bird with wings, and soar high.
Girlfriend (2 songs)
The idle room is lonely, and the green grass is terraced.
The hollow is self-generating, and the birds are flying south.
Chun Si An can be forgotten, worried and jun.
The beauty is far away, and the concubine is single and cunning.
The party is difficult to meet again, and Ranji is not honored.
He will always take care of Xiao En and will always be in love with me.