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I was not born, and I was old.

You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.

I was not born, and I was old.

Hate is not born at the same time, day by day with the king.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born.

I am far from the end of the world, and you are separated from my cape.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born.

Butterflies go to find flowers, and perch on fragrant grass at night.

This series of poems is a Tang Dynasty Tongguan kiln porcelain inscription poem, the author may have been composed by the potter himself or the popular alley ballad at that time. From 1974 to 1978, it was unearthed at the site of Tongguan kiln in Changsha, Hunan. See the second volume of Chen Shangjun's Supplement to the Poems of the Tang Dynasty, Volume 56 of The Continuation of Poems of the Tang Dynasty, p. 1642, Zhonghua Book Company, October 1992.

The full poem is:

Agree with the statement of the official kiln porcelain inscription. But I found the version of the poem is.

I was not born, and I was old. You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early. I was not born, and I was old.

Hate is not born at the same time, day by day with the king. I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born. I am far from the end of the world, and you are separated from my cape.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born. Butterflies go to find flowers, and perch on fragrant grass at night.

I was not yet here when you came into this world, and you were old when I came into this world. I was not born when I came into this world, and you were old when I was born, and I hated not being born at the same time, and I couldn't be nice to you.

The whole poem is as follows: I was not born when you were born, and I am old when you were born.

You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.

I was not born, and I was old.

Hate is not born at the same time, day by day with the king.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born.

I am far from the end of the world, and you are separated from my cape.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born.

Butterflies go to find flowers, and perch on fragrant grass at night.

Interpretation: When you came into this world, I had not yet appeared, but when I came into this world, you were already old. When I came into this world, I was not yet born.

When I was born, you were old. I wish I could be born at the same time and live in peace with you.

You were not born when I was born, I was old when you were born, and the distance between me and you is like a corner of the world. You weren't born when I was born. I was already old when you were born. I want to turn into a butterfly to find you, day and night.

Source: This famous sentence is excerpted from the Tang Dynasty's "Twenty-one Poems on Porcelain Inscriptions of Tongguan Kiln". Author unknown. See Chen Shangjun, ed., The Second Volume of the Quan Tang Poems, Vol. 56, Anonymous Five Character Poems, p. 1642, Zhonghua Book Company, October 1992 edition.

This poem is a poem on the porcelain of the bronze official kiln of the Tang Dynasty. The author may be the potter himself, or it may be the popular Li Xiang folk song at the time. From 1974 to 1978, it was unearthed at the site of Tongguan kiln in Changsha, Hunan.

See Chen Shangjun, "Quantang Poetry Supplement", vol. 56, "Anonymous Poems and Five Words Poems", p. 1642, China Bookstore, October 1992 edition.

Jun was born and I was not born, I was born and I am old" from the poem "Untitled", everyone has different conjectures about the meaning of this sentence, but no matter what, it is inseparable from a love word. The meaning of the phrase taken at face value is to say, "I was born before you were born, and I was old when you were born."

> there is not much grief and sorrow on the surface in this sentence, but that sentence shows infinite grief when I am old. Many people say that there is no age, region, or status in love, but the farthest distance in love is not the ends of the world, but life and death. Even if the two people who love each other are far away, they still have the opportunity to meet.

Once it comes to the point of life and death, there is really no chance to see each other again. When the age gap between two people reaches a certain point, there will inevitably be concerns of this and that. For many people, when they are old, they will find that it is too late when they meet the person who made them fall in love at first sight.

It is said that this poem was written by a scholar in the Tang Dynasty, who would have been a talented scholar at the beginning, but it had not been smooth when he took the imperial examination, and later had to face the reality, gave up his career and chose to be an ordinary person. Since he was a scholar, he found a job firing official kiln utensils. Because he is good at painting and talent, he is often asked to paint or write poems on some fired ceramics, and the salary is naturally higher than that of ordinary readers.

Because he was alone outside, he naturally had no relatives around him, and he could only find someone to sew after his clothes and shoes were torn, and the girl who helped him sew them was quite beautiful. After a long time, the scholar began to have a good impression of this girl. But this girl was not very lucky, she was divorced by her husband not long after she got married in her early years, and naturally she had no face to go back to her parents' house, so she had to work alone outside.

The scholar was relatively thin-skinned and didn't dare to confess to this girl, for fear that he wouldn't even be able to be a friend after being rejected. It wasn't until many years later that I mustered up the courage to confess to her. This girl actually likes this scholar too, and has been waiting for him to confess to herself, but unfortunately she has not moved.

Now that everyone has entered middle and old age, it is too late to be together again. The scholar suddenly realized at this time, and later wrote this poem about "I was not born when I was born, and I was old" when he was firing ceramics.

Original text: I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born.

When you fell in love with the world, I had already crossed the cape.

Each has its own fragrant grass to inhabit, and it has never been full of flowers.

The meeting seems to be acquaintance, but the love in the previous life is not over.

I don't hate you for being late, I only hate me for being old.

Looking at the clouds in the fog, you can't know when the night passes.

Tea and rice are always lovesick, and the shadow of the heart gradually disappears.

Only when we meet, the flowers bloom to the sunny.

Hate can't live together, don't hate flowers blooming early.

The gentleman's heart is in my heart, can I be with the king.

When the weather is fine, we will hug and laugh together.

I was not born, and I was old".

Tang Dynasty Tongguan Kiln Porcelain Inscription Poem".

Hang a long hook every night, looking at Chu Tower. Poor lonely moonlit night, Cangzhao guest sad.

The holy water comes out of the hot springs, and the new sun spreads thousands of miles. Live in a peaceful country and report more about the future.

Thinking about the road ahead every day, farewell to the master. Walking on the mountains and rivers, birds are singing new everywhere.

I am only sad and cry birds, and I hate to send the ancients a lot. After going, I saw the bright moon, and the scenery passed everywhere.

Don't travel thousands of miles, and there is no time to come. On the thirtieth day of the month, there is no night without lovesickness.

Thousands of miles of people return, and the heart is in a cup. Don't worry about the future, sail and chase the wind.

Small water leads to big rivers, and there are many birds in the deep mountains. The host is good at the guests, and the winding roads are also passed.

Saying goodbye is necessary to divide, why not say bitter. The morning glory stone has been up, and there are no hoof marks.

There were three battles in January, and there were no rewards and punishments. The general sat down immediately, and the soldiers slept in the snow.

Since entering Xinfeng City, only the smell of old wine. Hug the piano and get drunk, and lie down in the soup all day long.

I have a heart, and no one can talk about it. Send the wind to blow away the clouds, and speak to the sky and the moon.

The man's husband, why use the hometown to live. Mingyue's family has it, but there is no one.

The guest should not go straight in, go straight to the host's anger. Knock on the door three or five times, and there will be people who come out.

I was not born, and I was old. You hate me for being late. I hate you for being born early.

Heaven and earth are as flat as water, and the royal road is naturally open. If there are no students at home, where do the officials come from?

There are many distinguished guests in Longmen, and they are virtuous guests when they go out of the house. When I return home today, I will see with your nobles.

The sky swallows the sun and the moon, and there are three dragons in May. Say an inch of thanks, and a thousand miles will meet the bell.

There is flowing water from the east and good mountains and forests below. The owner lives in this house and can fight for gold.

Buyers are melancholy, and sellers are uneasy. The inscription poem on the ampoule will be seen with the seller.

Since you say goodbye, you have always kept your old heart. Luoyang is a long way away, and it takes a few.

Thinking of urging the year, from such as less water. Persuade all the people to go through the crowd, and there is no room for cultivation.

I was not born, and I was old. You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.

I was not born, and I was old. Hate is not born at the same time, day by day with the king.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born. I am far from the end of the world, and you are separated from my cape.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born. Butterflies go to find flowers, and perch on fragrant grass at night.

I was not born, and I was old. Hate is not born at the same time, day by day with the king. Hate not to give birth at the same time, my wife is like this, right?

I am still young, and you know your first love.