A person who likes to read books, drink tea and read poetry, welcome to pay attention to poetry and books to dye ink.
Ye Xiaoluan was a talented woman in the late Ming Dynasty. His father, Ye Shaoyuan, was a Jinshi of the Apocalypse, and his mother Shen Yixiu was good at writing poetry. Because the family is poor and Shen Yixiu has no milk, and the children who pity his cousin are gone, he handed Ye Xiaoluan to his cousin who has no children and no daughters to raise, but what I think is that the child should not be given away casually, only the company of parents is the best for the child, fortunately, the adoptive mother is very good to Ye Xiaoluan, and then he came out at a young age Chu Chu is moving and quick-witted.
Ye Xiaoluan thinks very highly of himself, regards money as dung, does not like prosperity, is indifferent, knows Zen theory, can drink, and is chic. When I was seventeen years old, five days before I got married, I was very familiar with these evaluations and experiences, isn't this the realistic version of Sister Lin?
Seventeen-year-old girl, I originally thought it was "for the new words to say that I was worried", but Chen Tingzhuo commented that "the lady Xiugong is the word, there is Li Yi'an in the front, Xu Xiangping in the back, Ye Xiaoluan in the late Ming Dynasty is better than Zhu Shuzhen, and it can be Li and Xu Zhiya." ”
The four o'clock of the year, enjoying the flowers and listening to the rain, who can understand the girl's thoughts?
I have always been lazy about embroidery, and recently I have been talking about learning from books. Birds cry in spring, sleepy and sparse flowers.
——[Ming] Ye Xiaoluan's "Huanxi Sha Spring Thought".
Who can guess the girl's thoughts? When I was young, I was always new to everything, and I didn't have much enthusiasm for anything.
Spring lazy, has always had no interest in embroidery, women should not be trapped in the knitting of the female red, but recently fell in love with copying calligraphy, listening to the birdsong and watching the falling flowers, sleepy and then take a nap, this is the daily life of the daughter of the spring boudoir.
The girl's love silk must be thinking of someone, so she is lazy and depressed in this spring.
Everywhere the cicadas swallow the willow pavilion. Rumbling day noon is in court. The lotus fragrance has water and red makeup, and the bamboo powder has no wind and green shadow.
Wave the fan and wait for the coolness. The curtain is small but the silver screen. There is no rain in the twilight of the south smoke, and the dove is unbearable.
——[Ming] Ye Xiaoluan's "Partridge Day · Summer".
The summer is scorching, the sun is in the sky, there is no wind, the emerald green bamboo is mottled with the shadows of the trees, and even the leaves do not shake, only the lotus fragrance in the distance penetrates the tip of the nose.
Gently playing the fan, the screen was removed, leaving only the bead curtain to cover it, waiting for the coolness. Looking at the glow of the sky, tomorrow will definitely be another sunny day without rain, and the insect cries outside are really harsh.
Summer is cool, I just want to come to the breeze and please the young lady.
Pond soaked hibiscus noodles. The lotus room complained about the fans. Where a sound. Across the stream. Light clouds and shadows are urgent. Autumn is flat. Han Yan has been returned. A river of smoke and water is cold.
——[Ming] Ye Xiaoluan, "Bodhisattva Barbarian· Early Autumn".
In the early autumn, there are lotus leaves and hibiscus flowers in the lotus pond, at this time, there are Cai Ling Ge floating from afar, Miss saw this scene is so beautiful that she was almost shocked off the fan.
Look at the clouds rolling in the sky, and after a while, the fog and shadows are heavy, autumn is slowly approaching, the geese fly to the south for the winter, and the river is gradually drifting on the fog.
Chase the tail of summer and enjoy the beauty of autumn.
The first movement in front of the wind and rain curtain. Rush early and dusk. Tomorrow will always come, and the year old will be as empty as a dream. Like a dream. Like a dream. Only one night together.
——[Ming] Ye Xiaoluan "Like a Dream Order· Xin Wei Chinese New Year's Eve".
Winter is a world of ice and snow, with cold winds, snow-white crystal beauty, and it is worth looking forward to the warm Chinese New Year's Eve in winter.
After Chinese New Year's Eve, it will be one year older, and everyone who knows the happiness of keeping the New Year understands it, and they sit around the fireplace together, beaming with joy, and welcoming the New Year's Eve bell together.
Sure enough, she is so famous, such a talented woman, she returned to the West at the age of seventeen, the more she looks at it, the more she looks like Sister Lin, but the poems she writes are as good as Li Qingzhao, and it is worth reading carefully.
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