In the TV series "Kangxi Weifu Private Interview", Kangxi felt tasteless when he was the emperor, so he made a private visit to Weifu and became a common man. In the end, I sighedIt's hard to be an emperor, it's even harder to be a common people!
The Yuan Dynasty essayist Zhang Yanghao has the most famous sentence:Xing, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer.
Before the great changes in the country and the times, ordinary people were like ants, and the tragic fate made people cry.
Poetry Jun wants to recommend 4 of the most tear-jerking ancient poems today, every sentence pierces the heart, and 90% of people read it crying.
Fifteen enlistments
Fifteen from the army, eighty years to return.
Daofeng villagers: "Who is there in the family?" ”
"From a distance, it is the Jun family, and there are many pine and cypress mounds. ”
The rabbit enters from the dog's sinus, and the pheasant flies from the beam.
The atrium is born in the valley, and Inoue is born in the valley.
Chung Gu holds cooking, and picks sunflower for soup.
The soup is cooked for a while, and I don't know who Yi'a is.
When I went out to look east, tears fell on my clothes.
A veteran who joined the army at the age of 15 and was able to return to his hometown at the age of 80. After 65 years, he was on the battlefield, and when he returned to his hometown in old age and frailty, he found that his relatives at home had become graves.
Some of the misty, some muddy, and some sad old people, as if they did not know the "pine and cypress mounds", also became numb to the feeling of the desolate home.
So, silently, he scooped away the husks of the ripe millet and plucked the tender leaves of the hollyhock. And when the rice was cooked, he suddenly remembered that he didn't know who to eat.
When I went out to look east, tears fell on my clothes. "He walked out of the broken door of disrepair and looked to the east, maybe he still had hope, who he saw, what he saw, maybe he saw his long-lost relatives, maybe he didn't see anything. He came out of his fantasy in a daze, and burst into tears.
He can no longer cry like a young man, only the old tears that condense sixty-five years of hardship, sixty-five years of longing, sixty-five years of waiting, sixty-five years of battlefield dust, and sixty-five years of vicissitudes of life fall on the placket of his dusty clothes.
Tears stain my clothes" are saturated with rich, deep and painful emotional connotations.
The Yuan Dynasty prose writer once wrote:
This poem was written during the Han and Wei dynasties, when the world was in turmoil, the princes were divided, the wars continued, the people were devastated, and the people were displaced, and the veterans returned, and the relatives at home were scattered, which was the most common phenomenon, but it was the deepest sorrow in life.
Sell charcoal
Don Bai Juyi.
Sell charcoal, cut down and burn charcoal in the southern mountains.
The face is full of dust and smoke, and the temples are pale and the fingers are black.
What is the profit from selling charcoal? The clothes on the body eat in the mouth.
The poor shirt is single, and the heart is worried and wishes for the cold.
At night, a foot of snow outside the city came, and Xiao drove a charcoal cart to roll the ice ruts.
The cattle are trapped and the people are hungry, and they are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the city.
Who are the two riders? The yellow-clothed messenger is white-shirted.
The hand put the paperwork in his mouth, and returned to the car and led the ox to the north.
A cart of charcoal, more than 1,000 catties, the palace envoy will not regret it.
Half a horse of red silk and a zhang of silk, tied to the cow's head to fill the charcoal straight.
Some people, just to live, spend all their strength.
This poem is about the corruption of the common people in the Tang Dynasty.
An old man was cutting trees and burning charcoal on Nanshan, his face was covered with dust, and his ten fingers were blackened with charcoal. He was wearing thin clothes, shivering from the cold, but he still hoped that it would be colder, colder, so that someone would come to buy his coal.
The snow in the city was a foot thick, pushing charcoal carts, and old people who had not eaten rested in the mud. Suddenly, two eunuchs came, claiming to be the emperor's order, pulling the ox and leaving, a cart of charcoal, more than a thousand catties, the old man refused, but he was helpless. In the end, only half a piece of red yarn was given. He swaggered away.
The plot ends abruptly here. Bai Juyi did not say the final fate of "The Charcoal Seller", but we can imagine:Poor and poor charcoal seller, in the end, he may fall in the snow, complaining about the injustice of fate, but there is nothing he can do.
In any era, there are people who spend all their strength just to live. Every time I think of this, I bring tears to my eyes.
Stone Trencher
Don Du Fu. In the stone trench village at dusk, there are officials who catch people at night.
The old man walked over the wall, and the old woman went out to see.
What a rage! Why bother with a woman's cry!
Listen to the speech before the woman: three men Ye Chengshu.
One man attached a book to, and two men died in battle.
The survivors steal life, and the dead are gone!
There is no one in the room, only the grandchildren.
There is a grandmother who has not gone, and there is no end to the skirt.
Although the old woman's strength is declining, please return from the night
In response to the Heyang service, you still have to prepare for morning cooking.
The night is long and silent, like crying.
Tianmingden has a future, and he will say goodbye to the old man alone.
The Anshi Rebellion "made the Tang Dynasty go from strong to weak, and the ordinary people of the Tang Dynasty, in the face of such a great change, were like ants.
What is mourning all over the wilderness and the people are not living, Du Fu wrote it to you.
When Du Fu was staying in Shihao Village, he encountered a conscription. The errand servant is so a**, and the old woman is so miserable to cry. She told the servants that her three sons were guarding Yecheng. A few days ago, I received a letter from one of my sons, and the other two sons were already dead.
There is no one in the family anymore, only a daughter-in-law and a ** little grandson, the daughter-in-law is in and out, and there are no two complete dresses. You want to be drafted, old woman, although I am old and decrepit, please let me go back with you, I can still do some cooking.
This night, Du Fu couldn't sleep for a long time listening to the sound of crying outside. This is the fate of ordinary people before the great changes in the country.
An old woman who has lost her two sons, and a daughter-in-law who doesn't even have a complete dress, is really desperate to live like this.
Du Fu is in the midst of such a great change, seeing the people living in poverty, and seeing the lives in misery, it is really heartbreaking.
Longxi line
Don Chentao. Swore to sweep away the Huns, regardless of their bodies, and 5,000 mink brocade mourned Hu Chen.
Poor and uncertain riverside bones, like a person in a spring boudoir dream.
When I read this poem in high school, I was sad for a long, long time!
It is obviously a bright spring afternoon, and it is clear that the birds are singing, the flowers and the warblers are singing and dancing, but I don't know that thousands of miles away has turned the world upside down, and the husband who is thousands of miles away has been ......separated forever by heaven and man
"The Bone by the Indefinite River" and "The Dream of the Spring Boudoir", on one side are reality, and on the other side are dreams; On one side is the sad and desolate dry bones, and on the other side is the young and handsome warriors, the virtual and the real are opposite, the glory and the withering are very different, resulting in a strong artistic effect.
One is "pitiful" and the other is "still there", which contains such a deep emotion, and embodies the poet's infinite sympathy for the war dead and their families.
On the one hand, the years are quiet, and on the other hand, there is a cruel war. Everything in this world has a price, and the quiet years you enjoy are just someone who carries the weight for you.
Poems from thousands of years ago are still heart-wrenching to read now.
Time passes, but the feelings are the same. The sorrow of a thousand years ago, in the poet's wonderful poem, makes us empathize, let us grieve with the poet's sorrow.