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Selected Poems by Cai Wenji:

Eighteen Beats of Hujia

When I was born, I did nothing, but after I was born, the Han Dynasty declined.

Heaven is unkind and brings chaos, and the earth is unkind and brings me to this moment.

When fighting, the roads are dangerous, and the people are in exile, so it is sad.

Smoke and dust cover the wilderness, and barbarians are flourishing, but good will and integrity are lost.

Who should I sue for being insulted?

Playing the zither and playing the piano for a while, no one knows the resentment in my heart.

Rong Di forced me to become a family member and sent me to the end of the world.

The clouds and mountains are thousands of miles away, and the wind is blowing up the dust and sand.

When there are many people, they are violent and violent like a vipers; when they control strings and wear armor, they are arrogant and extravagant.

Two beats, the string is broken, the string is broken, the ambition is broken, the heart is broken, and the heart is sad.

Going beyond the Han Dynasty and entering the Hu territory, it is better to lose one's family and lose one's virginity than to live without one.

The felt fur is used as clothing and my flesh and bones are shocked, and the smell of leather is used to restrain my feelings.

The drums are noisy from the night until dawn, and the wind is loud and dark in the camp.

The sadness of the present and the past were made in three films. When will the sadness and hatred be calmed down?

There is no day or night when I don’t think about my hometown, and I am the most miserable when my temperament is full of energy.

The country is in chaos due to natural disasters and the people have no masters. I am alone and my life is poor and there are no barbarians.

The customs are different, the body is in trouble, the tastes and desires are different, who can talk to him?

Thinking about the many hardships and obstacles involved, the four shots are all the more miserable.

The wild geese marching south want to convey their thoughts, and the wild geese returning north want to get the Chinese sound.

The wild geese fly high and are difficult to find, and they miss the sound of the sound.

I raise my eyebrows towards the moon and caress the elegant harp, and the five beats are lulling and the meaning is profound.

My body is bitterly cold due to the biting frost, and I am hungry and unable to eat meat and cheese.

I hear the sound of the Long River crying at night, and see the Great Wall in the morning and the long road.

Reminiscing about the past, it is difficult to carry luggage, and the six beats are sad and I want to stop playing.

At dusk, the wind makes sad sounds everywhere. I don’t know who the sad heart is talking to.

The wilderness is desolate and the beacons are garrisoned for thousands of miles. The old and weak are vulgar and the young and strong are beautiful.

Everywhere there is water and grass, homes and fortresses are built, and the fields are full of cattle and sheep, gathering like bees and ants.

When the grass is gone and the water is weak, the sheep and horses have all moved away, and Qipai Liu hates it and lives here.

Since God has eyes, why not see me drifting alone? Why is it that God has a spirit? Where am I in the world?

I don’t live up to the sky. How can the sky be worthy of me? If I don't live up to God's will, why should God punish me by crossing the barren state?

I made eight beats here to relieve worries, but when the song was completed, my heart turned to worry.

The sky is boundless and the earth is boundless, and I feel sad again.

Birth is as fleeting as the passing of a white colt, but I will not be happy until I am in my prime.

I am resentful and want to ask the sky, but the sky is blue and there is no chance.

Looking up at the clouds and mist in the sky, who can pass on the nostalgia?

The beacon fire at the top of the city has never been extinguished. When will the battle on the battlefield stop?

The murderous spirit rushes towards the gate, and the wind blows by the moon every night.

There is no sound in my hometown, and I am crying in silence and I am about to lose my breath.

A life of hard work brings about separation, and deep sorrow brings tears of blood.

I am not greedy for life but hate death. I cannot sacrifice my body for my own good.

I still hope to return to my hometown in life, but my bones will be buried when I die.

The sun lives in the moon, Zhu Xi lives in the military base, and the barbarians dote on me. I have two sons.

If you raise a child without shame, you will grow up with shame.

There are ten beats, and the mournful sound is lingering and piercing the heart.

The east wind blows and there is a lot of heat. I know it is the emperor of Han Dynasty who comes to Buyanghe.

The Qiang and the barbarians are dancing and the Japanese are singing, and the two countries are having fun but are not fighting.

Suddenly I met an envoy from the Han Dynasty and called me Jinzhao. He sent me a thousand pieces of gold to redeem my concubine.

I am happy to be alive and meet the sage, but I say goodbye to the childish child for no reason.

Two times out of ten, the joy is equal, but the two feelings are difficult to describe.

It doesn’t matter that I am still alive, but I have to return home. I hug my beard and wet my clothes with tears.

The envoys of the Han Dynasty came to welcome me. Who knows that the trumpets have lost their voices?

At this time of my life and death, I worry about being a son and the sun will not shine, how can I have wings to bring you back?

One step at a time, it’s hard to move, the soul is gone, but the love is left behind.

Three times out of ten, the beat of the strings is urgent and sad, and the liver and intestines are stirred and stabbed. I don’t know.

When I return to my country, I won’t let my children follow me, and my heart will be hung up as if I’m hungry.

Everything in the four seasons has its ups and downs, but my sorrow will not change temporarily.

I can’t wait to see you in the high mountains and high mountains, and I still dream about you in the middle of the night.

When I held my hand in the dream, I was happy and sad, but when I woke up, my heart ached and there was no rest.

There are four times out of ten that I will burst into tears, and my heart will be full of thoughts as the river flows eastward.

Fifteen beats, the rhythm is fast, and the breath fills the chest. Who knows the music?

The hut here is a place of extraordinary customs, and I wish to return to heaven according to my desires.

I am happy to return to the Han Dynasty again, but my heart is full of sorrow.

The sun and the moon were selfless and never came, and it was difficult to bear the separation between mother and son.

We live on the same day and across the country. We don’t know each other whether we are alive or dead. Where can we find it?

Sixteen-year-old Xi is confused, and my son and I are on separate sides.

The sun in the east and the moon in the west look at each other, but we cannot follow each other, and our hearts are broken.

I will never forget the day lilies, but why do I feel so sad when I play the harp?

Now that I have returned to my hometown, my old grievances have been flattened and new grievances have grown!

Weeping blood, I raise my head and complain to the sky, why am I the only one who has to suffer this disaster?

Seventeen beats make my heart and nose feel sore, and the mountains are blocking repairs and it is difficult to travel.

When I left, I felt homely and careless, and when I came, I was filled with thoughts of farewell.

It is stuffed with yellow annua branches and dry leaves, and the bones of the battlefield are covered with scars from swords and arrows.

The wind and frost are biting and cold in spring and summer, and the people and horses are hungry and weak.

I didn’t know that when I entered Chang’an again, I sighed and shed tears.

The original version of Hujia comes from Huzhong, and the melody is the same when translated by Yuanqin.

Although the song of eighteen beats has ended, the sound is lingering and the thoughts are endless.

This is the subtlety of silk and bamboo, the work of nature. Sorrows and joys all follow people's hearts.

Hu and Han are in different lands and have different winds, and the sky and the earth are separated by the west and the east.

My bitterness and resentment are as vast as the sky. Although the world is vast, I cannot bear it!

Poems of Sorrow and Indignation (1)

The Han Dynasty lost power, and Dong Zhuo was in chaos. If you are determined to usurp and kill, you will first harm all the virtuous people.

Forced to move to the old country and support the master to strengthen themselves. There are righteous teachers in the country who want to fight for bad luck.

Zhuo Zhong came to the east, and his golden armor shone in the sun. The people of Pingtu are weak, and all the incoming troops are barbarians and Qiang.

Hunting in the wilderness and besieging the city, everything was destroyed. Cut off without any remains, but the corpses support each other.

A man's head hangs beside the horse, and a woman is carried behind the horse. Driving westward to enter the Pass, the road is dangerous and blocked.

Looking at Miao Mingming, the liver and spleen are rotten. All the people with tens of thousands of plans are not allowed to gather in villages.

Perhaps the person is physically and mentally weak and unable to speak. After being frustrated for a few moments, he often said bad things and surrendered to the captives.

You must use the pavilion blade, I will not kill you. How dare you spare your life? You can't bear the abuse.

Or add a stick and poisonous pain ginseng together. In the morning, he walks and weeps, and at night, he sits in mourning.

If you want to die, you can’t get it, if you want to live, you can’t get anything. How could anyone in the world deserve this misfortune?

The wilderness and the Chinese are different, and the people have few moral principles. There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and the wind blows in spring and summer.

Blow my clothes gracefully, and enter my ears solemnly. I miss my parents deeply and lament endlessly.

When guests come from outside, they are always happy to hear about them. When I asked him about the news, he always returned to his hometown.

When I meet you, I hope that my flesh and blood will come to welcome you. If you have found your own salvation, you should abandon your son again.

The heavens are bound to the hearts of the people, and there is no time to think otherwise. Life and death are forever separated, and I can't bear to say goodbye.

My son hugged my neck and asked my mother what she wanted. People say that my mother will leave, but she will never come back.

My mother has always been compassionate, why should I be even less compassionate now? I'm not an adult yet, so I don't care.

Seeing this, Wu Nai collapsed, and he was in a trance and became crazy. When weeping and caressing with hands, we will reply to questions.

Both contemporaries, we say farewell to each other. I am alone in admiration, and my screams are torn apart.

The horse hesitates to stand, and the chariot does not turn. The spectators all hissed, and those who walked on the road also sobbed.

Go and cut off love, and the pursuit of love is as fast as the sun. Three thousand miles away, when will we meet again?

Thinking of me out of the belly, thinking about me in the chest is destruction. Now that his family is gone, he no longer has anything inside or outside.

The city is surrounded by mountains and forests, and the courtyards are covered with thorns and mugwort. I don’t know who the bones are, so I don’t cover them vertically and horizontally.

There is no sound when I go out, but the jackals howl and bark. The pair of thorns face the solitary scenery, and they are stunned by the liver and lungs.

When you climb high and look far away, your soul suddenly flies away. If you are dying and your life span is over, others will be merciful.

In order to regain the strength of sight and breath, there is no need to rely on it even if it is alive. Entrust your life to the newcomers and work hard to encourage yourself.

Being homeless becomes a despicable person, and one is often afraid of being abandoned again. How long does it take to live, worry all the year round.

Poems of Sorrow and Indignation (2)

I am sorry for the misfortune of the world. The clan is in ruins.

I entered Xiguan with a little care. The adventures and obstacles come from the barbarians.

The road is long in the valley. The family members looked eastward but lamented.

{明冖=倀}I can’t sleep peacefully. When you are hungry, you cannot eat.

Often runny eyes and dry eyes. Bo Zhijiexi thinks about the difficulty of death.

Although he is alive and well, he has no appearance. But over there lies the essence of Yuanyang.

The yin energy condenses and the snow and summer zero. The desert is choked with dust.

There are grass and trees, but spring is not prosperous. Humans are like animals and their food smells fishy.

The words are gone and the posture is graceful. At the end of the year, we are marching forward.

The night is long and the door is closed. Can't sleep and set up camp.

Climb the Hu Palace and come to Guangting. The mysterious clouds merge with the moon and stars.

The north wind is fierce and solemn. The horses are buzzing while the bamboo sticks are moving.

The lone wild goose returns with a chirping sound. Musicians are happy to play the harp and zither.

The sound and appearance are harmonious, sad and clear. My heart is full of thoughts and my chest is filled with anger.

If you want to relax, you are afraid of being frightened. With tears in his eyes, he clung to his neck.

When the home is welcoming, it is time to return to peace. It's a long journey and I'm going to donate my child.

The son calls his mother and loses his voice. I couldn't bear to hear it.

Pursue me and stay together. Suddenly the appearance is ruined.

It's unfavorable to care about him. My heart is broken and I am resurrected from the dead.

Poetry of Sorrow and Indignation

The Han Dynasty lost power, and Dong Zhuo was in chaos.

If you are determined to usurp and kill others, you will harm all the virtuous people first.

Forced to move to the old country and support the master to strengthen themselves.

There are righteous teachers in the country who want to fight for bad luck.

Zhuo Zhong came to the east, and his golden armor shone in the sun.

The people of Pingtu are weak, and all the incoming troops are Hu and Qiang.

Hunting in the wilderness and besieging the city, everything was destroyed.

No one was left alive, but the corpses supported each other.

A man's head hangs beside the horse, and a woman is carried behind the horse.

Driving westward to enter the Pass, the road is dangerous and blocked.

Looking at Miao Mingming, the liver and spleen are rotten.

All those who have thousands of plans are not allowed to gather in villages.

Perhaps the person is physically and mentally weak and unable to speak.

After being frustrated for a few moments, he often said bad things and surrendered to the captives.

You must use the pavilion blade, I will not kill you.

How dare you spare your life? You can't bear the abuse.

Or add a stick and poisonous pain ginseng together.

In the early morning, we cry and walk, and at night, we sit in mourning.

If you want to die, you can’t get it, if you want to live, you can’t get anything.

How could anyone in the world deserve this misfortune?

The wilderness and the Chinese are different, and the people have few moral principles.

There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and the wind blows in spring and summer.

Blow my clothes gracefully, and enter my ears solemnly.

I miss my parents deeply and lament endlessly.

When guests come from outside, they are always happy to hear about them.

When asked for news, he often returned to his hometown.

When I meet you, I hope that my flesh and blood will come to welcome you.

If you can free yourself, you should abandon your son again.

Heaven embellishes people’s hearts, and there is no time to think otherwise.

Life and death are forever separated, and I can’t bear to say goodbye.

My son hugged my neck and asked my mother what she wanted.

People say that my mother will leave, but she will never come back.

My mother has always been compassionate, why should she be even less compassionate now?

I am not an adult yet, so I don’t care.

Seeing this, Wu Nei collapsed, and he was in a trance and became crazy.

Weeping and stroking with hands, you will reply when you ask questions.

Both contemporaries, we say farewell to each other.

I am alone in my return, and my screams are torn apart.

The horse hesitates to stand, and the chariot does not turn.

The spectators all booed and sobbed while walking.

Go and cut off the love, and the journey is as fast as the sun.

Three thousand miles away, when will we meet again?

Thinking of me out of the belly, thinking about me in the chest is destruction.

Since the family is gone, there is no more inside or outside.

The city is surrounded by mountains and forests, and the courtyards are covered with thorns and mugwort.

I don’t know who the bones are, so I don’t cover them vertically and horizontally.

There is no sound when I go out, but the jackals howl and bark.

The pair of thorns are facing the solitary scene, and they are stunned by the liver and lungs.

When you climb high and look far away, your soul suddenly flies away.

If you are dying, others will be lenient.

In order to regain the strength of sight and breath, there is no need to rely on it even if it is alive.

Entrust your life to the newcomers and work hard to encourage yourself.

Being homeless becomes a despicable person, and one is often afraid of being abandoned again.

How long does it take in life to be worried all the year round.