When it comes to Cai Wenji, many people may think of a little girl who is ice and snow smart.
She was indeed gifted as a child. Legend has it that when Wen Ji was only six years old, her father Cai Yong broke a string while playing the piano, and Wen Ji immediately pointed out the tone of the string lightly. Cai Yong was pleasantly surprised, but Wen Ji humbly said that his move was far inferior to Ji Zha and Shi Kuang, who could know the victory or defeat of the army and the rise and fall of the country's fortunes just by listening to the sound, and they just listened to the sound to distinguish the strings.
Cai Wenji's big name is actually Cai Yan, the character Wenji, also known as Zhaoji, and his father Cai Yong was a great writer at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Dong Zhuo came to power and coerced Li to induce Cai Yong to become an official.
Although Dong Zhuo was known as a traitor, he was also considered a corporal of Lixian to treat talents, so Cai Yong was in a good situation, and he also used this to tell Wen Ji a good family affair, and was also her first husband: Wei Zhongdao. Wei Zhongdao was born into a famous and personable family, and the couple should have had a beautiful conversation about talent and beauty. However, the good times did not last long, Wei Zhongdao and Wen Ji died half a year after they became intimate, and Wen Ji could only return home depressed.
Shortly thereafter, the situation suddenly changed, Dong Zhuo was overthrown, and Wang Yun, who had a grudge with Cai Yong, avenged his personal grievances and executed Cai Yong in spite of his manpower protection.
Although Dong Zhuo's old ministry soon killed Wang Yun again, people could not be revived after death, and no one could become Wen Ji's reliance anymore. Lonely and alone, she was taken captive by the Xianwang during the Hun invasion and married to the Huns. Although she has beauty and talent, she has neither a powerful mother's family nor a place for talent, and a foreign woman is wandering away from home, and her status is really low.
In the twelfth year of the Xiongnu, even if she was involuntarily, she also survived and gave birth to two sons. Although she did not have any feelings for the Huns, after all, her son was her own blood and bones, and he was also her only relative and rare spiritual sustenance in a distant land. Sometimes Wen Ji also thinks that if she grows up here all her life, she may also be a tolerable choice.
But heaven cannot fulfill one's wishes. Man's life is too long, and history has become too fast.
Cao Cao crusaded against Yuan Shao and set up the Central Plains in the north, remembering that in the early years, there was a talented woman who was living in exile.
Cao Cao probably didn't care what the talented woman thought. He only thinks that the abduction of his own women seems to be a shame for the nation, and because he and Cai Yong are friends who have been friends for many years, he needs to bear this responsibility, so he decides to redeem Wen Ji. In the eyes of people at that time, perhaps he was also a chivalrous act, but for Wen Ji, he was bound to face a dilemma.
On the one hand, the hometown that has been separated for twelve years, on the other hand, the child who is inseparable, she is a female poet and a mother, how to choose? Or maybe she had no chance to choose at all, but was just pushed by a group of men who decided her fate, pushed into the tide of history, pushed into another kind of pain. Cao Cao had long thought of marrying her to Dong Qi, but Wen Ji was much older than Dong Qi, and she had been married three times, and the two had never met before, so naturally it was impossible to collide with any sparks.
But she could only accept it.
But in addition to accepting it, she can also struggle to make a bloody sound, so that future generations know her suffering and the misfortune of the times. So she wrote "Poems of Sorrow and Indignation". His words and sentences do not shy away from ugliness, and put the "miserable" blood of the chaotic world in front of everyone.
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Han Ji lost his authority, and Dong Zhuo was in chaos. If you want to usurp the land, you will first harm the virtuous.
Forced to move to the old state, support the Lord to strengthen themselves. Hai Nei Xingyi, want to discuss the ominous.
Zhuo Zhong came to the east, and the golden armor shone brightly. The Pingtu people are fragile, and the soldiers are all Hu Qiang.
Hunting wild besieged the city, and all directions were destroyed.
There was no remains, and the corpses refused. The horse hangs the man's head on the side, and the horse carries the woman behind.
Long drive west into the customs, the road is dangerous and obstructed. Also Gu Miao meditated, and the liver and spleen were rotten.
Ten thousand of them shall not be allowed to gather. Or there are flesh and bones, and they dare not speak.
Frustration is a few slight, and the words are inferior. To be a pavilion blade, I Cao will not live.
How dare you risk your life, and you can't bear his scolding. Or add a cane to the stool, and the poisonous pain ginseng is combined.
Dan wept, and the night sat in sorrow. If you want to die, you can't get it, and you can't live if you want to live.
He who is a man of heaven suffers from this misfortune.
The border is different from The Chinese, and the people are less righteous. There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and the wind is from spring and summer.
He blew my clothes and swept them into my ears. I miss my parents and lament endlessly.
There are guests from outside, and they are often happy to hear. Greeting his news, he was not in the township.
When you meet, you will meet yourself. He shall be freed from self-righteousness, and shall forsake his son.
Heaven is filled with hearts, and there is no other meeting date. Survival is eternally separated, and it is not easy to reconcile with it.
He hugged me by the neck and asked my mother what she wanted. When the mother is gone, will there be a time for return.
Amu is always merciful, and now he is even more unkind. I'm not an adult yet, so I don't care.
Seeing this collapse within five, trance is crazy. The trumpet sobbed and caressed, when the question was repeated.
There are both contemporaries, sending each other goodbye. I am alone, and the cries are broken.
The horse is standing, the car is not turning. The spectators sighed and whimpered as they walked.
Go and cut love, march day by day. Three thousand miles, when to resume the meeting.
Thinking of me out of my belly, my chest is destroyed. To the end of the family, but also to the end of the chinese and foreign countries.
The city is mountainous, and the court is full of thorns. White bones do not know who, vertical and horizontal can not be covered.
There was no sound outside, and the jackals barked and barked. Cocoon to the lonely scene, the liver and lungs.
Ascending to the far horizon, the soul suddenly flew away. If life is exhausted, others will be lenient.
For the sake of rejuvenation, although the birth is not good. Entrust yourself to the new people, and do your best to encourage yourself.
Exile becomes contemptuous, and often fears that it will be re-donated. When life is geometric, I have sorrow all the years.
This five-word narrative poem is one of the few poems that was almost certainly written for Cai Yan. Although it is a narrative poem, it is also full of true feelings, integrated into the matter, not only written in an orderly manner according to one's own encounters, but also vivid and rich to the point of almost cruelty.
She chose some of the most representative footage of the horrors of war, like a close-up shot of a movie: corpses piled up on the road of war, the man's head was hung in front of the horse, the captive woman was imprisoned behind the horse; she was about to part with flesh and blood, and the son held her neck, thinking that this was also an ordinary parting, and asked her mother in a childish voice: When will you come back? Her own heart was broken, but she couldn't say that she would never come back. She also wrote some highly generalized poems, which condensedly explained the situation of being captured, such as the sentence "Borderlands and Chinese Differences, People's Customs and Less Righteousness", which seems to be saying "you and I have different cultures", how bitter is behind it! But these may not be worth mentioning to her, who has experienced greater storms later.
The poem is called "Poems of Sorrow and Indignation" and is an exciting and sour read. We found that there are too many things that can make Cai Wenji feel sad and indignant: being plundered, being insulted, missing her parents, saying goodbye to her son, remarrying her husband... Her personal grief is also the voice of sorrow and indignation of this era--the daughter of a famous man, and so on, what about the common people?
Soon after Cai Wenji returned to the Central Plains, her husband Dong Qi committed another crime and was sentenced. She put her barefoot hair on and pleaded with Cao Cao. Although Cao Cao was a close friend of her father Cai Yong, he could not flout the law, so he proposed that Cai Wenji exchange the books in the family collection.
But the Cai family has been devastated by the war for nearly twenty years, where are the remaining books? Cai Wenji knelt down upright and said without humility: "I will write silently." "Boom boom.
The humiliating life of the bianting for twelve years did not make her forget what she had learned in her youth. She silently read all the contents of the books in her home. Although the Cai family once had a collection of four thousand books, she was young at the time, and had only studied four hundred of them, but this was amazing enough and enough to save her husband's life.
After the storm passed, the couple also had some feelings between them. This rare calm is almost like a stolen for Cai Wenji, who has been displaced for half a life and is in a turbulent time.
I don't know if she, talented in the dead of night, will she occasionally miss the life of a teenager who was dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses?