The world is thin, people are evil, and the rain sends dusk flowers to fall. The wind is dry, and th

This is Tang Wan's "Hairpin Phoenix". He is Lu You's ex-wife, and the two are deeply in love. Lu You also wrote a hairpin phoenix for her.

Lu You was twenty years old (Shaoxing fourteen) and Tang Wan combined, but Tang Wan's talent and Lu You's intimate relationship caused Lu's mother to be dissatisfied (a woman's lack of talent is virtue), under the suppression of feudal etiquette, although all kinds of mourning, finally came to an end"Holding hands and looking at each other with teary eyes"At the point of being affectionate, this pair of lovers who are affectionate and shallow have been in Shaoxing for 20 years, and accidentally met Shen Yuan of Yuji Temple in the south of the city, Lu You"It's been a shame for a long time", on the inner wall of Shen Garden, inscribed a song "hairpin head phoenix", and said goodbye. After Tang Wan read this word, she was depressed and sad and died soon after. After that, Lu You went north to resist Jin, and then transferred to Sichuan and Shu to serve, decades of wind and rain career, still can not dispel the poet's heart of the attachment, when he was sixty-seven years old, revisited Shen Yuan, saw the title of the year "hairpin head phoenix" half of the broken wall, after forty years of handwriting has been blurred, he still shed tears, write a poem to remember this matter, the poem small preface said:

There is a small garden of Shen in the south of Yuji Temple, 40 years ago I tasted the question between the small walls, occasionally arrived, and the owner of the garden has changed its master three times, read it abruptly", mourning Tang Wan in the poem:"Who said that Quanlu broke his intestines? Broken clouds and dreams are vast.

Hou Lu You was seventy-five years old and lived near Shen Yuan"Every time you enter the city, you must climb the temple to look out, and you can't win it", write the quatrain "Shen Yuan":"Forty years of dreams, Shen Yuanliu Lao does not blow cotton, this self-made dirt, especially hanging traces of a trace", just a year before Lu You died, he was still writing poems to remember:"The flowers in Shen's home are like brocade, half of them were the ones who knew and let go of them back then, and they also believed that the beauties would eventually become soil, and they couldn't bear the dream too quickly!

This is a deep and unrequited, suffocating love, which makes people cry, and in addition to tears, I am a little jealous of Tang Wan, after all, it is really a happiness to be able to continue to be sincerely mourned for sixty years after death!!

From the Southern Song Dynasty Tang Wan's "Hairpin Phoenix, the World's Feelings", the full poem is:

The world is thin, people are evil, and the rain sends dusk flowers to fall. The wind is dry, and the tears are left. If you want to write about your heart, you will be oblique in your monologue. Hard, hard, hard!

People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a swing. The horn is cold, and the night is dark. Afraid of people asking, crying and pretending to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!

Meaning: The world is cold, it rains in the dusk, and the peach blossoms are dropped, and people's hearts can't help but be sad in this bleak scene. The morning breeze dried the tears of last night, and when I wanted to write down my thoughts, I couldn't do it, so I could only lean on the slanted railing, calling to you in the distance from the bottom of my heart; Whisper softly to yourself, hoping you can hear it too.

Hard, hard, hard!

Today is different from the past, and at the end of the world, I am seriously ill, like a swing rope. The night wind is biting, the whole body is cold, listening to the sound of the horn in the distance, there is another layer of chill in my heart, the night is over, I will soon be like this night, right? Afraid of being asked, I held back my tears and forced a smile in front of others.

Hide, hide, hide!

Xiao Feng is dry, tears are left, I want to write about my heart, and I mean that the morning breeze is dry of tears, and there are tears left on my face, and I want to write down my thoughts, but I don't know how to write, so I can only lean on the oblique column and talk to myself.

From Tang Wan in the Song Dynasty's "Hairpin Phoenix: The World's Feelings".

The world is thin, people are evil, and the rain sends dusk flowers to fall.

The wind is dry, and the tears are left. If you want to write about your heart, you will be oblique in your monologue. Hard, hard, hard!

People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a swing. The horn is cold, and the night is dark.

Afraid of people asking, crying and pretending to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!

"The wind is dry, and the tears are left", writing about the pain in the heart, is extremely deep and moving.

The flowers and plants that were wet by the rain at dusk were already dry when the wind blew, and the tears that they had shed all night were still wiped but not dried by the dawn, and the scars were still there. How sad it is! There are many examples of using rain as a metaphor for tears in ancient poetry, but using the dry rain blown by the breeze to contrast the handkerchief with the tears that cannot be wiped dry, in order to express the never-ending grief in her heart, is undoubtedly Tang Wan's originality.

The wind is dry, the tears are remnant, the desire to write about the heart, the monologue is oblique, difficult, difficult, difficult.

People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a swing.

The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, afraid of people asking questions, tears and pretending to be happy, concealing, concealing, concealing.

Translation]: The world is hot and cold, it rains in the dusk, and the peach blossoms are dropped, and the hearts of people in this bleak scene cannot help but be sad. The morning breeze dried the tears of last night, and when I wanted to write down my thoughts, I couldn't do it, so I could only lean on the slanted railing, calling to you in the distance from the bottom of my heart; Whisper softly to yourself, hoping you can hear it too. Can you hear me?

If you want to forget the good old days, it's hard; It is difficult to communicate with you in the distance and confide in your heart; It is even more difficult to survive in this situation of thin world and evil human feelings!

Now it's not the same as it used to be, and I'm now seriously ill, like a swing. The night wind is biting, the whole body is cold, listening to the sound of the horn in the distance, there is another layer of chill in my heart, the night is over, I will soon be like this night, right? Afraid of being asked, I held back my tears and forced a smile in front of others.

I wanted to hide my illness from others; hide my sorrows; Concealing all this sadness comes from missing you! But who can you hide it?

People are so indifferent and disgusting. The drizzle sends away the dusk, and the flowers are about to fall. When the breeze dried the rain of yesterday evening, the remaining tear stains on his cheeks seemed to be faintly filled with the sadness of the night.

I wanted to write a letter to express my thoughts, but I didn't know how to write, so I had to lean on Gan and talk to myself. How can it all be so difficult! How is it so hard, why is it so hard!

Tang Wan was originally Lu You's wife, but was later separated due to Lu's mother's opposition. Lu You traveled alone to Shen Garden, and accidentally met Tang Wan and her husband Zhao Shicheng, and couldn't help but feel emotional, and wrote the famous "Hairpin Phoenix". After Tang Wan saw it, he cried bitterly, and after returning home, he also wrote this poem "Hairpin Phoenix", which soon ended up depressed.

The two of them are probably the most typical examples of "fate and inseparability".

Lu You Tang Wan's story has been passed down through the ages, which is amazing.