Originally, it was called Wang Hu Pavilion in Gushan. On the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15 this year, Xu Wenchang, a talented Shaoxing native, was in Hangzhou.
He is alone in the house of Tianzhu Mountain, drinking and enjoying the moon. He drank a few glasses of wine and was a little drunk. Suddenly, I remembered that the poets said that the West Lake Gushan Pavilion was a good place to enjoy the moon, so I took advantage of the moonlight and strolled to Gushan Pavilion.
Xu Wenchang walked around, admiring the moonlight in the West Lake and reciting poems about the moon, only then did he realize that he had arrived at Wanghuting. This is a building by the lake. According to the winning situation of the whole lake, it is expected that the whole outer lake will be panoramic in the east, Su Causeway in the west and Nanping in the south.
At this time, a bright moon is in the sky, the wind is clear, the water is clear, the distant mountains are covered with gauze, and the smoke is near the tree cage, which makes people feel like they are in a beautiful building. He can't help being poetic.
At this moment, I heard the voice of poetry coming from the Wang Hu building. Xu Wenchang saw the pavilion crowded with people. The table is filled with red candles, watermelons, Hong Ling, moon cakes and various other fresh fruit tasting dishes, as well as ink and paper. It seems that a group of literati are drinking and enjoying the moon here, composing poems and painting.
Xu Wenchang strolled in to watch the fun. In the pavilion of Wang Hu, it is indeed the literati of Xiling Poetry Society who drink and enjoy the moon. They were in high spirits when they saw a stranger come in and suddenly there was no sound.
The host saw Xu Wenchang wearing a blue shirt, a square scarf and a pair of glasses. Although he wears simple clothes, he is elegant but not vulgar, and his manners are calm. He felt that he should not be ignored. He got up and put his hand on the arch and said, "Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, our friends from Xiling Poetry Club are here drinking, enjoying the moon, painting and reciting poems. If you are in a good mood, you may wish to sit for a while and ask for advice. "
With that, he waved to the picture hanging on the wall. Xu Wenchang walked slowly around the pavilion, briefly glanced at the poems and paintings on the four walls, and found that they were all mediocre.
Seeing that he didn't say a word and didn't mean to leave immediately, the host deliberately made things difficult for him and said, "Brother Tai is gentle and must be an expert. Today, I happened to meet three students, who opened their eyes by painting poems and added color to the Mid-Autumn Festival. " Say and "hey hey" sneer at a few times.
After reading poems and paintings, Xu Wenchang wants to stop for a while and then leave. When he saw that some of them were proud and some were sneering, he thought, well, I'm afraid I don't have a pen and paper to express my feelings. Why don't I join in the fun, Doby and them? He is not humble. Before he came to the case, he was covered with white rice paper, with a Yang Hao Lake pen in his hand, dipped in thick ink, and made a few strokes with a brush. There was a full moon in the sky, "shua shua" a few times, and a full moon was also reflected in the water, and then there was a "cha cha" a few times on the distant mountain.
At this time, the scribes of Quling Poetry Society gathered around to watch. Suddenly I saw Xu Wenchang and drew a picture of Autumn Moon in Pinghu, which was freehand in ink and painting. They were all surprised.
The master saw that Xu Wenchang painted very well and wanted to try his literary talent, so he was asked to write a poem on the painting. Xu Wenchang didn't refuse, so he wrote two sentences: There is a full moon in the sky and a full moon in the water. "
There is a full moon in the sky and a full moon in the water. Haha, is this a poem? While the scribes were discussing, I saw Xu Wenchang start to write two more sentences: a beautiful lake and a full moon in the sky.
The scribes were surprised. They thought that nothing good could be written below. I didn't expect Xu Wenchang to read these four sentences together. It's a wonderful sentence, and the scene is mixed. I couldn't help cheering in unison: "good sentence, good sentence, I don't even know where your brother came from. I'm so rude!" " Xu Wenchang smiled at everyone and wrote a seven-character quatrain: Pinghu is full of colorful autumn, and the lake is boundless.
There are few full moons in the world, and autumn is best when the moon is fine at four o'clock. At first glance, the scribe thinks this poem is unique.
The first word of each sentence is particularly large. When read together, it turned out to be the word "Autumn Moon in Pinghu", which turned out to be a Tibetan poem. Everyone clapped their hands to say goodbye and asked Xu Wenchang to leave his name.
Xu Wenchang didn't answer, just smiled. Walking in the moonlight.
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Another short story: Su's brother and sister told a poem that there were many talented women in Shu, and in the Song Dynasty, another one appeared. It can be said that in the Song Dynasty, the spirit of Sichuan cuisine was attributed to Su Jia, his father Su Xun, and his brothers Su Shi and Su Zhe, all of whom were brilliant people. The so-called "father and son are three characters, and there are eight people in a thousand years."
Su Xiaomei is neither fat nor thin, with thin red lips, round face, dark eyes, high forehead and prominent chin. At first glance, he looks like a shrewd man. She likes to bicker with her two brothers since she was a child. She is naive, especially her eldest brother, Su Shi, who is full of cheeks and beards, paunchy and informal, is the object of her bickering, so she quarrels at home all day.
One day, Su Dongpo joked about her sister's appearance and described her prominent forehead and sunken eyes as follows: before going out of the hall, her forehead went to the painting hall first; I finally wiped my tears several times, leaving two springs. Su Xiaomei smiled and immediately retorted: a clump of mourning grass appeared on his lips, and his hair and ears were full of apricots; The quarrel was nowhere to be found, and suddenly I heard Li Mao's voice.
This poem mocks Su Shi's unkempt beard. Girls are most afraid of being told of her physical weakness. Su Xiaomei's forehead was protruding and his eyes were sunken, so he was caught by Su Shi and teased. Su Xiaomei said that Su Shi's beard didn't seem to catch the sore spot, and she felt that she didn't take advantage.
Looking closely again, I found that my brother's forehead was flat and there was no feeling of grandeur. There is also a horse face, a foot long, with a long distance between his eyes. The whole thing is that the five senses are out of proportion, and I immediately picked up another poem happily: Tian Ping is three thousand miles wide, looking at the eyebrows and clouds; Last year, a tear of acacia never reached my cheek. Su Shi delighted to clap my sister's head and laughed.
2. A short story about Tang poetry, Xue Yong's "Collection of Different Records", has a story:
During the Kaiyuan period, three poets, Wang Changling, Gao Shi and Wang Zhihuan, met in Chang 'an. Because of the cold and light snow, they went to the restaurant to drink. There are more than a dozen singers in the pear garden, and they will drink when they go upstairs. Three poets retreat to a corner and watch by the fire. Before long, four great prostitutes came to have fun.
Three people, including Changling, suggested that although we have the title of poetry, there is no distinction between A and B. It is a competition to see who sings more poems.
First, there are singers singing poems of Changling, then there are singers singing poems of Gao Shi, and then there are singers singing poems of Changling. He can't sit still He thought he had long been famous, because he said, "These actresses are singing" The Lower Liba People "and" Chun Xue ".How dare vulgar things approach? When this wonderful prostitute sings (pointing at her), if it is not my poem, I will never dare to compare with you in my life. "
As expected, the two of them soon began to sing: "The yellow sand is far above the white clouds ..." After listening to their own poems, they teased and said: "Hillbilly, can I look down on it?" So three people burst into laughter. The actors all looked at the corner and asked them why they were laughing. Changling and others explained the reason, and Zhu Ling got up and said, "Common eyes don't know immortals. I wonder if I can bow down to a small banquet? " Three people go with each other and get drunk.
3. A short story about ancient poetry 1. Wandering songs
Meng Jiao's mother said that during the Dezong period of the Tang Dynasty, Meng Jiao was appointed as the magistrate of Liyang County, Jiangsu Province. One night, he was reading in the study. After watching it for a while, he felt a little tired, so he stood up and went to the window. At this time, the bright moon is in the sky outside the window, and the night breeze is blowing gently. He looked up at the bright moon and was homesick. Looking back on my decades of studying hard at a cold window, I didn't become a scholar and a small county magistrate until I was in my fifties.
In these decades, how much effort the old mother has paid for herself! Every time I go to Beijing to catch the exam, my white-haired old mother is always busy before going out, preparing luggage for herself. Especially the night before I went out, my mother sat under the dim oil lamp and sewed clothes for herself stitch by stitch.
While sewing, my mother whispered, "sew more stitches and sew more closely, which will be strong and durable." Take care of yourself when you go out, come back early, and don't let your mother miss you at home ... "At that time, I listened to my mother's warm words and looked at her wrinkled face and frosty white hair.
Meng Jiao felt sour in his heart and his eyes were moist ... He deeply felt that maternal love was so great, just like the sunshine in spring. Meng Jiao thought of here, a passion echoed in his chest. He returned to the front of the book case and waved and wrote: "The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward child's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who dares to say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? "
Second, visit Shanxi village.
Twelve-year-old Lu You was dismissed from his post. Having no choice but to serve the country, Lu You returned to his hometown of Yin Shan (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang) full of grief and indignation. He shut himself up at home reading all day, often sitting alone in the blue light until late at night. In April of the following year, gongs and drums were drummed everywhere in the countryside to prepare for the Spring Festival Society (the day to worship the land god), and there was a happy atmosphere.
Lu You suddenly wanted to visit the Western Hills twenty miles away. So he set off with a cane. Walking, the mountain road gradually circled. After walking for more than an hour, the crowd gradually became scarce. When he climbed a slope and looked around, the mountain in front of him was heavy and the road was broken, as if 7A686964616FE78988E69833133366303763 could not walk any further.
Lu you is interested and refuses to look back. He walked dozens of steps along the hillside and turned a corner. Suddenly, an empty valley appeared not far ahead, and a small village was hidden in the green saffron, much like the legendary Peach Blossom Garden. Lu You was very happy and walked into this small village. Villagers with simple clothes and pure temperament entertain guests with their own wine.
With this unforgettable experience and feeling, Lu You cheered up again. I wrote "A Tour of Shanxi Village": "Don't laugh at the farmers' wine, leave enough chickens and dolphins in good years. There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and there is another village. "
Third, the title city is Nanzhuang.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane. Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. Wherever people go now, peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. In the Tang Dynasty, Meng Ye recorded a story of Tang poetry: Cui Hu, a famous scholar in Boling, came last in the exam and was depressed.
On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, he went to the south of the city for an outing alone and saw a villa surrounded by peach blossoms with pleasant scenery. When he was thirsty, he knocked at the door to drink water. No-later, a beautiful girl opened the door. Cui Hu fell in love at first sight. In the second year, Tomb-Sweeping Day and Cuihu revisited their old place and found that the courtyard wall had not changed and the gate was locked.
If you lose your hukou, you will write a poem on the door: "Last year today, at this door, peach blossoms set each other off." People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. Since then, people have used "peach blossom with a human face" to describe a woman's beauty or express her love.
Fourthly, Liangzhou Ci.
According to legend, Cixi ordered someone to write a fan, which was written by Wang Zhihuan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, in Liangzhou Ci: "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is a lonely city of Wan Ren. Why bother to complain about the willow, the spring breeze is only Yumenguan. " Unexpectedly, the screenwriter lost the word "between the Yellow River and the white clouds" for a moment. Cixi was very angry after reading it.
I think this is a deliberate insinuation that I don't understand poetry, so I ordered someone to arrest the writer and let him read it on the spot. If he doesn't understand, he will be beheaded. Unexpectedly, the fan writer was shocked after reading his own poem, and then he had a brainwave and said to Cixi, "Lafayette, I didn't write the poem wrong, just rewritten the words according to Wang Zhihuan's poem."
Cixi felt novel and quickly let him see it. The man casually read: "The Yellow River is far away, white clouds are around, and Wan Ren Mountain is an isolated city. Why should the Qiang people complain?" . Willow spring breeze, not Yumen Pass. Therefore, Liangzhou Ci really became a "word".
Five, pear tree pressure begonia
Zhang Xian (990- 1078, Ye Zi), a famous poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, married a concubine of 18 years old at the age of 80. At that time, Su Shi, who often recited poems with Zhang Xian, took many friends to visit him and asked the old gentleman what he thought of this beautiful scenery.
Zhang Xian then casually read: "I am 88 years old, and your beauty is my white hair. The same age as Qing, only separated by a flower. " Su Dongpo, who is humorous, immediately sang a song: "Eighteen brides and eighty lang, with gray hair and red makeup. Two nights in the quilt, a pear tree pressed Haitang. "
4. The origin of the short poem "Appreciating Flowers"-Su Xiaomei sent poems far away.
One afternoon in June, Su Xiaomei and his eldest brother Su Dongpo were boating on the lake, enjoying the boundless scenery. Suddenly, someone sent a letter from Su Xiaomei's husband Qin Shaoyou. Open on see, turned out to be a clever detour poem:
Su Xiaomei smiled after reading, immediately realized the mystery, and read this overlapping palindrome poem:
Long-term meditation hinders the return, and long-term resistance to returning memories and parting;
When I remember leaving, I smell and turn, smell and turn, and I think quietly.
Su Xiaomei was deeply moved by her husband's infatuation, and her heart was filled with infinite lovesickness. Facing the endless beauty of the West Lake, I imitated the poetic style and wrote a circle poem for my distant relatives:
Lotus pickers are in Lvyangjin, and Lvyangjin is new;
New songs, jade washing, singing jade collectors.
Su Dongpo secretly rejoiced at his little sister's extraordinary intelligence and was unwilling to be lonely. After a little meditation, he wrote the following song:
Go to Ma Rufei to enjoy flowers and go to Ma Rufei to have a light drink;
When the wine wakes up slightly, it is already dusk, and when it wakes up, it is already dusk to enjoy flowers.
The Su brothers and sisters also sent people to send poems.
5. A short story about an ancient poem (preferably commonly used): the story of Li Bai.
In the early days of Tianbao, as soon as Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty was spoiled, Li Bai knew He. He Zhangzhi introduced Li Bai to Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty. When the emperor saw Li Bai's poems, he was very surprised. He summoned Li Bai in the golden palace. When the poet walked up the distant steps, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty came forward to meet Li Bai and talked about the political affairs at that time. Li Bai was able to write a "peace book" on the spot according to the meaning of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, explain it to him and write it down in one breath. One night, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty took his favorite princess, Yang Yuhuan, to watch four rare peony plants transplanted to Chenxiang Temple in the moonlight. On the bank of Xingqing Lake, they walked along the long embankment, followed by Kong Nian and a group of the best disciples in the pear garden. They sang and danced in the moonlight, accompanied by flowers. When Li Guinian was ready to sing with his orchestra, Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty said, "How can you sing old words to your concubine under such circumstances?" Ask Li Guinian to give Li Bai a piece of golden flower stationery, and ask Li Bai to write a poem (that is, a seven-character poem to accompany him) at once. I didn't expect Li Bai to be lying in the restaurant with some friends at the moment. Li Guinian quickly woke him up with cold water and put Li Bai in Xingqing Palace. Li Bai, half drunk and half awake, wrote three "Qingpingdiao":
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.
If it weren't for Yushantou, I would have met Yaotai under the moon.
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A gift for Wang Lun.
Wang Lun was a native of Jingzhou (now Jingxian County, Anhui Province) in the Tang Dynasty. He is generous by nature, likes to make friends with celebrities, and often gives generously and spends money lavishly. At that time, Li Bai was famous in the poetry circle, and Wang Lun admired him very much, hoping to have a chance to see the poet's elegant demeanor. However, Jingzhou is unknown, and he is also a nobody. How can I invite the great poet Li Bai?
Later, Wang Lun got the news that Li Bai was going to travel to Anhui, which was a rare opportunity. Wang Lun decided to write and invite him. Everyone who knew Li Bai at that time knew that he had two hobbies: drinking and traveling. As long as there is good wine and beautiful scenery, Li Bai will hear about it. So Wang Lun wrote this invitation:
"Gao Lei swimming? There are miles of peach blossoms here. How about your drink, sir? There are thousands of hotels here. "
When Li Bai received such a letter, he immediately came here with great interest. As soon as I saw Wang Lun, I went to see Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms and Wanjia Hotel. Wang Lun smiled and told him, "Peach blossom is the name of the pool here. There are no peach blossoms in Fiona Fang Shili of Taohuatan. Wanjia is the surname of our hotel owner, not that there are 10 thousand hotels. " Li Bai was stunned at first, but somehow he understood at once. Then he laughed and even said, "admire! Admire! "
Wang Lun stayed with Li Bai for a few days, and Li Bai had a good time there. Because the villas in Wang Lun are surrounded by mountains and rivers. Inside the villa, the pond building is quiet and deep, just like a fairyland. Here, Li Bai is drinking wine, eating delicious food, listening to songs and chatting with friends of Gaoyou. There are several banquets a day, and he often gets together and is often entertained. This is the life that Li Bai likes. Therefore, he can't help feeling a brief encounter with the host here. He once wrote Two Farewells to the King, in which Wang Lun was compared to Dou and Gong.
On the day Li Bai was leaving, Wang Lun gave eight famous horses and ten bundles of silks and satins, and sent servants to the boat. After a farewell dinner at home, Li Bai boarded a boat parked on Taohuatan. The ship was about to leave the shore when he suddenly heard a song. Li Bai looked back and saw Wang Lun and many villagers marching on the shore, singing to see him off. Li Bai was very moved by the host's profound friendship and simple form of seeing him off. He immediately spread out paper and ink and wrote a famous farewell poem for Wang Lun:
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
This poem is a wonderful metaphor, and influenced by simple folk customs, Li Bai's poem is simple, plain and sincere.
The poem "To Wang Lun" made the name of Wang Lun, an ordinary villager, spread to future generations, and Taohua Lake became a tourist attraction. In memory of Li Bai, the villagers built a pavilion on the southeast bank of Tan, which still attracts many tourists.
6. A short story about poetry: Seven Steps Poetry
According to Shi Shuo Xin Yu, Cao Zhi's brother Cao Pi wanted to persecute Cao Zhi after he proclaimed himself emperor, so he ordered Cao Zhi to write a poem in just seven steps. As a result, Cao Zhi sang this seven-step poem. The poet used the metaphor of fried beans to accuse Cao Pi of cruel persecution of himself and other brothers.
The first two sentences, "Boil beans and burn beans, and beans cry in the kettle", describe the sharp contradiction between "beans" and "beans" and the cruel persecution of beans by beans. The last two sentences are "born from the same root, why speculate with each other!" Make the finishing point and prompt the theme of the poem. The word "the same root" is a pun. On the surface, it means that "glutinous rice" and "beans" grow on the same root. Actually, they were born to the same parents as xelloss, and asked xelloss why he was so anxious about his younger brother and sister.
The metaphor of this poem is very apt, simple and vivid. Although it is still difficult to determine whether this poem itself is really written by Cao Zhi, it reflects the internal contradictions of Cao Wei's ruling group with vivid images, and it is indeed a good poem.
As for the author of the seven-step poem, Xie Lingyun once commented: "There is only one stone in the world, and Cao Zijian monopolizes eight fights. I have to fight, and the world is divided into one battle. " That is to say, if the talent in the world is a burden (stone), Cao Zhi accounts for eight fights, and eight fights are a burden. (Stone) Liu Xie's "Wen Xin Diao Long Cai lue" also said: "Zi Jian is clever and talented, and his poems are beautiful and elegant." Wang Shizhen's "Art Garden" in the Ming Dynasty also said: "Zijian is a beautiful genius. Although he has an eternal reputation, he actually avoids his father and brother. Why? It's too high and too fancy. " It can be seen that the predecessors have pointed out the characteristics of Cao Zhi's outstanding talent and abnormal endowment, and the best example of his talent is this seven-step poem.
This goes back to the Cao Cao period. At that time, Cao Cao loved Cao Zhi because Cao Zhi was brilliant. As the eldest son, Cao Pi should inherit Cao Cao's position, so he is dissatisfied with Cao Zhi.
Later, Cao Cao died of headache. Because Cao Pi met Cao Cao, he got the support of civil and military officials in the Qing Dynasty, inherited Wang Wei's position, and abolished Liu Han to establish Cao Wei. Because I was jealous of Cao Zhi's talent before, I wanted to frame him. The two are female compatriots, and * * * intercedes for Cao Zhi with his mother, Queen Mother Bian. Cao Pi was afraid of being scolded for being unfilial to his mother and unfriendly to his brother, so he ordered Cao Zhi to write a seven-step poem, otherwise he would be beheaded. I thought that Cao Zhi would die, but Cao Zhi wrote a poem seven steps ago: "Boil beans and burn them, and the beans cry in the kettle." "This is the same life, why are you rushing to fire each other?" Use tofu pudding to cook beans as a metaphor for Cao Pi's compatriots killing each other. Cao Pi was ashamed and spared Cao Zhi. Because Cao Zhi wrote a poem with less than seven steps, later generations called this poem "seven-step poem".
Personally, I prefer to see this as a scene played by Ada Choi. It's so touching.
7. A short story related to poetry One day, Su Dongpo joked about his sister's appearance and described her convex forehead and concave eyes as follows: before leaving the hall, her forehead went to the painting hall; I finally wiped my tears several times, leaving two springs.
Su Xiaomei smiled and immediately retorted: a clump of mourning grass appeared on his lips, and his hair and ears were full of apricots; After quarreling for several times, I couldn't find a place. Suddenly I heard Li Mao's voice. This poem mocks Su Shi's unkempt beard.
Girls are most afraid of being told of her physical weakness. Su Xiaomei's forehead was protruding and his eyes were sunken, so he was caught by Su Shi and teased. Su Xiaomei said that Su Shi's beard didn't seem to have caught the sore spot, and she felt that she didn't use it. After studying it again, she found that her brother's forehead was flat and there was no feeling of grandeur. The other horse's face is a foot long, and the distance between his eyes is far away. The whole thing is that the five senses are out of proportion, and she immediately picked up another poem cheerfully and diligently: Last year, a tear of acacia didn't reach my cheek. Su Shi delighted to clap my sister's head and laughed.
The Su brothers and sisters play proverbs, but they are all forgiving, often with puns to make you imagine.
8. A short story of an ancient poem Jia Daochu went to Beijing. One day, there was a saying on the donkey: "The bird stayed in the tree by the pool, and the monk knocked on the moon." I want to push the word again, but I haven't decided yet. I sang on the donkey, which made me think deeply and surprised the viewers. When the right to retreat from North Korea was Jing, the car rode out, and the island did not think it was the third quarter. This is still a gesture. Russia supports Yin Qian's left and right. The words "push" and "knock" are indecisive about the poems obtained by Shimaju, and they are like an elephant, and I don't know how to avoid them. After a long retreat, he called Dao: "The word' knock' is good." So they went back together and talked with * * * about poetry, leaving all the troubles of the day behind, because they were friends on the island.
Topic Li Ning lives in seclusion.
Author: Jia Dao
Living leisurely here, few neighbors come, and the overgrown path leads to the wilderness.
Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door.
Walking across this bridge, you can see the charming scenery of Ye Yuan, and the feet of clouds seem to be moving on the floating rocks.
I will leave here for a while, but I will come back and retire with my friends on the appointed date.
9. A short story related to poetry 1: The story of Li Qingzhao and his wife "gambling on books and splashing tea". Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng bet on books and poured tea.
After dinner, two people casually find a book, turn a page and ask each other what book someone is, what sentence, or even what page number it is. The loser pours the tea directly on his chest, and the tea is fragrant with intimacy, elegant but not vulgar. (Li Qingzhao once recalled gambling with her husband when she lived in the village after marriage in the article Preface to the Story of the Stone. The article said: "I remember that every time after dinner, I would sit in class and make tea, referring to the accumulation of book history, saying that a thing is in a book, a roll of books, which page and which line, whether it is in the middle, whether it is winning or not, it is all tea.
In the middle, I raised my cup and laughed until the tea fell over in my arms, but I couldn't drink it. Willing to miss home forever! ") Nalan Rong Ruo once used this dictionary in the word" Huanxisha Nalanxingde ",and read that the west wind is cool alone, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window and reminisce about the past and the setting sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. Note: Her husband is a stele writer.
2. Story of Ji Xiaolan's birthday celebration: Qing Qianlong celebrated his mother's birthday in Wang Hanlin, and invited Ji Xiaolan to celebrate his birthday impromptu. Lao Ji didn't refuse, but blurted out in front of a room full of guests: "This woman is not human."
Wang Hanlin was very embarrassed when the old lady heard her face change. Lao Ji unhurriedly read the second sentence: "Nine fairies descended to earth."
Suddenly the audience became active and praised, and the old lady turned anger into joy. Lao Ji then read the third sentence: "Give birth to a son to be a thief."
All the guests became speechless and joy turned into embarrassment. Lao Ji shouted the fourth sentence: "I stole Xiantao and gave it to my mother."
Everyone cheered at once. 3. Zhang Xian (990- 1078, Ye Zi), a famous poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, married a concubine of 18 years old at the age of 80.
At that time, Su Shi, who often recited poems with Zhang Xian, visited him with many friends and asked the old gentleman what he thought of his beauty. Zhang Xian then casually read: "I am 80 years old and 18 years old. Your beauty is my white hair. The same age as Qing, only separated by a flower. "
Su Dongpo, who is humorous, immediately sang a song: "Eighteen brides and eighty lang, with gray hair and red makeup. Two nights in the quilt, a pear tree pressed Haitang. "
4. An old man with few wives is sure to lead a disharmonious life. An old prime minister in his seventies married a young woman in her twenties. Life is hard to satisfy her young wife. She couldn't bear loneliness and secretly hooked up with extremely young people.
One Mid-Autumn Festival night, the old prime minister went home and heard the voices of men and women teasing in the room. He hid under the window and listened.
"Look at you like dough!" "Look at you like a pink ball." "Your Old Master Q?" "Like a burnt old dried onion!" The more the Prime Minister listened, the angrier he became. He put up with it and went to sleep in another room.
The next day, the prime minister placed moon cakes and fruits, called the little lady and the bookish people and asked them to recite poems against them. First, the Prime Minister chanted, "August 15th is due east. Suddenly, I heard laughter coming from the room.
Dough is accompanied by the fun of making dough, and the old dried onions are shining outside. "My darling was not afraid when she heard the news of the Prime Minister, so she simply wrote a song:" August 15th is the West, and Kung Fu divorced her teenage wife.
Although we live together, death belongs to others. When he saw it, he was very afraid, made amends to his master, and recited a poem: "August 15th is full, and the Prime Minister can punt in his stomach.
Adults don't blame villains, and they won't do it again. Chen Jichang, a scholar in Song Dynasty, was a little afraid of his wife. Su Dongpo, a good friend, wrote an interesting poem in order to laugh at Mr. hen-pecked husband who claimed to be "Longqiu layman": Longqiu layman is also poor, and there are sleepless nights when he talks empty words.
Suddenly, I heard the roar of a lion in Hedong, and my walking stick fell into my palm. In the poem, humor and exaggeration are used to describe Chen Jichang's fear of his wife, which is endless.
It is also the first time to call a tough wife "Hedong Lion". Since then, "Hedong Lion" has become synonymous with "evil woman".
6. Ou Yangxun, a calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty, was ugly, while Sun Chang Wuji, a national uncle, looked short and fat. One day, they wrote poems and laughed at each other.
The eldest grandson laughed at Ouyang's poem and said, "I shrugged like a mountain and was timid." I don't know who painted this monkey. " This poem greatly exaggerates Ou Yangxun's shortcomings.
Ou Yangxun did not show weakness, and immediately wrote a poem to return it: his head was warm and his back was warm, and his legs were cold. Just because my heart is in a daze, my face is completely round.
The poem is vivid and mean, which makes the eldest grandson laugh and cry. Their satirical poems were handed down as jokes by ministers.
When it reached the ears of Emperor Taizong, Emperor Taizong burst into laughter. And humorously said to Ou Yangxun: "Don't let the queen know your poem, she will be unhappy when she knows it!" Because Sun Chang is the elder brother of the eldest grandson queen.
Li Shimin knew that his wife, the eldest grandson, was a virtuous queen, and would not be angry about such trifles, so he took the opportunity to give her a silent silence. 7. It is said that Han Fuqu is very thick. In fact, he is very thick and humorous. For example, he wrote Daming Lake: "Daming Lake is big, and there are toads in Daming Lake."
Write Baotu Spring: "Baotu Spring, Quantu, Sanquan eyes are as thick as usual, vomit and vomit." The most classic is: "Baotu Spring often cooks a pot, but it can't steam steamed bread."
8. Zhang Zongchang, a warlord, has the lowest education level, but he can also write poems, and his poems are humorous. For example, his "Laughing at Liu Bang" wrote: "I heard that Xiang Yu pulled out the mountain and scared Liu Bang to flee.
Not my little Sean. Grandma has gone back to Pei County. "When he visited Mount Tai, he wrote:" From a distance, Mount Tai is dark and thick from top to bottom.
If Mount Tai is turned upside down, the head will be thin and the top will be thick. "He wrote in the poem Lightning in the Sky:" Suddenly I saw a chain of fire in the sky, as if the Jade Emperor was going to smoke.
If the Jade Emperor doesn't smoke, why is it a string of fires? "This is the clown's humor, this is the humor of people with low level. This humor can't even come to ordinary people! 9. During the Qianlong period of Qing Dynasty, there was a squire somewhere in the south of the Yangtze River. His family has a wife and a concubine, and three people live in one room at night. There is a small room outside the tent as a maid's bedroom. One night, the squire suddenly became interested in poetry and ordered his wife and concubine to sing a seven-character poem. His wife said that "one pole supports two boats", and his concubine immediately said, "If one boat doesn't support, it will struggle." At this time, Taigong suddenly heard the maid sigh outside the account, so he asked, "Why does the maid sigh?" When the maid asked, she quickly recited a Tang poem as an answer: "No one is crossing the boat in the wild. "
At this point, the four of them have each sung a poem, saying, "If one pole supports two boats, one boat will struggle.". Why does the maid sigh? No one crossed the river in the wild. "
It makes people laugh. 10: There is a talented woman, Yu Xin.