Author: He Yu
The emotions of the ancients were always implicit, even between husband and wife, there was less romantic love, more responsibility and morality.
The way husband and wife get along is also the most important component of family affection. Even those who are literate and ink rarely write love poems or love letters to their wives.
In the family letter, the most said is also reality, not feelings and thoughts. It is also said that it is customary to write poetry for prostitutes and poetry for wives.
However, for thousands of years, there have been some exceptions.
The wife is not only a name, but also the most important person in life, the warmest companion. Holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son is the most beautiful romance in the world!
Hair in a couple, love and affection are not doubtful.
Rejoicing on this evening, grace and good time.
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Strive to love Chunhua, do not forget the joy,
Life should come back, and death is Sauvignon Blanc.
- Han Suwu, "Leaving a Farewell Wife"
This is the voice of the warrior who went out on the expedition, on the occasion of his separation from his new wife. The poem is full of thick and sweet affection, the newlywed couple is like glue, love is incomparable, cherishing every moment together. And having to go out for the country, the poet suppressed his inner sadness and reluctance, and confessed to his wife.
He hoped that his wife would take good care of herself and not forget their friendship. He also vowed that as long as he lived, he would come back, and if he died in battle and martyred, he would always miss you until the last moment of his life...
Such a deep affection makes people feel touched and sighed, and I hope that all lovers in the world can stay together without regrets.
Husbands and wives are separated from each other, they cannot be reunited, the time is deep, and the thoughts are not deep.
Junwen returned to the autumn pond at night.
He Dang cut the candle in the west window together, but when it rained at night.
--Tang Li Shangyin, "Night Rain Sends North"
The poet was relegated to the remote land of Bashan, and his wife could only write letters back and forth to greet each other about their recent situation. In the autumn rain, the poet wrote a letter to his wife in the distant distance.
He said, you asked me when I would be able to return, and I can't say for sure, but the night rain in Bashan has been falling, and the water in the pool is full. When I got back, we sat together under the west window, cutting candles and talking about tonight's bashan night rain.
The poet does not utter a single word of thought, but the love of love fills the lines. Isn't that what ordinary couples are doing? There may not be earth-shattering vows, nor do you understand the romance of the wind and snow, just some bland homely words, but it shows the truth.
In this world, not afraid of the cold weather, not afraid of the wind and frost, afraid of only afraid of people who know and love each other can not be together, this is the real torture.
Try to say the scenery on the way, and you know that you are not in the heart.
There are few pedestrians at dusk, and the wind and snow are chaotic and the mountains are deep.
--Song Kong Pingzhong, "Sending Inside"
This is a letter written by the poet to his wife during his journey, and before leaving, he can't help but miss it.
The winter journey is not beautiful at all, and the poet can't wait to tell his wife that the scenery on the way also lets the other party know his mood after parting. It is already dusk, there are few pedestrians, deep in the mountains, the wind blows snowflakes and dances, the cold and the hardships of the road make people more lonely, how can it not make the poet miss his wife more, looking forward to gathering with his wife for warmth?
However, men always have to bear more burdens, and the love for their wives will also turn into the best motivation.
When you go out and write a letter to your wife, it is not only a report of safety, but also a love affair.
Purple Mountain under the water for a long time, try to remember the year of this tour.
Tonight the south wind blows the dream of the guest, and qin huai shines on the lonely boat in the bright moon.
- Song Ouyang Xiu, "Xing Ci Shou Zhou Sent Inside"
The blue water under the Purple Mountain is long, and the poet can't help but remember that he once played here with his wife, and a beautiful scene came to mind. Tonight the south wind blows, blowing into the dreamland, warm and melting, on this boat, Qinhuai water waves are clear, the sky is bright and clean, and without the company of his wife, he still feels a little lonely. So, write a letter anyway.
Parting is the most difficult, and the return date makes people feel excited, eager to give birth to a pair of wings and fly to the lover.
The moon of ten thousand trees and plum blossoms is round, and the shore of the yiyi beach is tied to the boat.
There is no hatred in the shyness of the bag, and it is rare for a couple to be teenagers.
——Modern Wu Fangji, "Sending Yongning Home First"
Plum blossoms blooming, the moon is round, such a beautiful day, and it is not exciting to go home? The ship flew, the poet returned to his heart like an arrow, did not arrive home, but first wrote a letter to his wife, he said to his wife, although now I have nothing, but fortunately you do not abandon, husband and wife love, work together, the future will be better and better.
Li Bai is a world-famous "poetry immortal", but he is also a man and a husband. He spent so much time and energy drinking and writing poetry, and he was still sorry for his wife.
Three hundred and sixty days, drunk as mud every day.
Although she is Li Bai's wife, He Yi is too often his wife.
--Don Lee Bai, "Gift inside"
Li Bai began to self-examine, he frankly admitted that he had the problem of alcoholism, and it was rare that there were few days in a year when he was not drunk.
What can such a man do for the family? This pained his wife, who had to take care of the housework and take care of him, and whether there were any complaints we had no way of knowing.
Li Bai's heart is still very unwilling to go, although you are my wife Li Bai, but what is the difference between you and the wife who lives too often. Li Bai realized his mistakes and had a sincere attitude, which was rare in the ancient times when machismo was rampant.
The separation of husband and wife, if they are healthy, it is difficult for people to bear the pain of lovesickness, and one party suffers from illness, which adds to the worry.
Before the same inspection of the red plum jade mirror, how to say goodbye to the years?
Fei Hong's voice is often bitter, and Qi Feng will be thin and pitiful.
Dream far pillow partial cloud leaf bun, send worry to buy expensive goose head note.
Tears are opened to destroy the soul sentence, and the medicinal bait is fragrant and self-frying.
--Qing Zhang Wentao, "Denaizi Disease Zhongzha"
When he heard that his wife was ill, the poet was extremely worried, and he remembered what had happened before, and he was even more lamented. Once admired the red plum in front of the mirror, the delicate flowers reflected the wife's delicate face, why did you unconsciously leave for a year?
The birds in the sky chirped sadly in search of their mates, and the phoenix-shaped single shadow of the branches felt only more pitiful.
And what about the wife who is far away from home? I can only see my husband in my dreams, such as the bun of the clouds, the pillow is also crooked, one letter after another, and it costs a lot of money to buy a letterhead.
What is even more distressing is that the wife has no one to take care of her in the illness, and she is frying medicine herself, and the medicine is bitter and the lovesickness is even more bitter! In addition to worrying, the poet has more guilt.
And the biggest pain in the world is not that lovers can't be together, but that yin and yang are separated, and there is no possibility of seeing each other again, leaving only the past to accompany, adding to the sadness.
What is different from what is wrong with the door?
After the sycamore is half dead and frosted, the head white mandarin duck loses its companion and flies.
Hara on the grass, dew chu xi. The old perch and the new are two clings.
Empty bed to listen to the rain in the south window, who picked up the lights to mend clothes at night?
- Song He Zhu, "Partridge Heaven"
The poet passes through the gate again, everything changes, why come together, but can't they go back together?
After the frost, the sycamore died, and the Mandarin duck that had lost its partner turned white and drifted alone. Grass on the field, dew not dry.
The former dwelling place, the new grave on the field, evokes endless sadness.
Alone at night, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, in a trance, I also saw my wife picking up a lamp to mend clothes, which was once a daily routine. However, there is no going back.
The friendship between husband and wife is a lifetime, not time, and even life and death can be separated. Thoughts do not pass with time, but become more desolate in the years.
Ten years of life and death are vague, not thinking, unforgettable.
Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to say desolate.
Even if they do not know each other, they are full of dust and sideburns.
At night, the ghost dream suddenly returned home, the small window, is grooming.
There are no words for each other, but there are thousands of tears.
It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the night of the bright moon, and the short pine hill.
——Song Sushi, "Jiang Chengzi Yi Yi ZhengYue Twenty Night Dream"
Su Shi's original match, Wang Fu, has been dead for ten years, although heaven and man are eternally separated, and the poet's thoughts about her have never faded. Thinking about his wife's lonely grave thousands of miles away, how desolate it was, and there was no reason to tell her about her troubles.
And time is fleeting, I am also old, even if we meet, I am afraid that I don't know each other, right? At night, I dreamed of returning to my hometown and saw my wife, who was under the window of Xiaoxuan, dressing up, just like before.
Looking at each other, he could not say a word, only tears that could not be stopped. The place where the intestines are broken every year is the grave of his wife hidden in the moonlight and covered by pine trees!
Even if Su Shi is talented, loves his wife, writes beautiful poems, and says that ruhai's thoughts, but his wife has no chance to see it, there is no regret in the world.
Write a letter to your wife, write a life, and then write acacia, between the lines, maybe there is no mountain alliance and sea oath, sweet words, but it is the happiness and warmth in the usual.
Time is long, but it's short, and so is fate. When you have the opportunity, cherish it, don't wait for it to miss it, this life becomes indefinite, there is nowhere to complain, it is a lifetime of regret.
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.