Worried about the idioms and allusions of the ancients

Source: Ming Lanling Xiao Xiaosheng's "Jin Ping Mei Hua Ci" The twentieth time: "I don't believe it. It is futile to talk about the past with tears and worry about the sky. If he sings my tears, I will count him as a good play. "

Example: What do you need to do as long as that person agrees? ★ Qing Li Garbo's Officialdom in the Sky 18.

Usage: as predicate and object; It means not to worry about anything.

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Compassion is sometimes inconvenient to give easily. People who accept it always feel that if they sympathize with each other, their status and identity will be different. Therefore, you must be careful when giving gifts or comforts. But for the ancients, there was no such restriction. After the exhibition, you can cry as much as you want, regardless of their self-esteem, and the noblest sentiments of human beings can be maintained.

Scholars throughout the ages have suffered a lot, but I feel sorry for Cai Yong alone. The book said that he was "shallow in knowledge, good at rhetoric" ... good at melody, good at drumming and calligraphy, living in seclusion, playing with the past, not paying attention to ... "Later, he mentioned in prison that" begging whales was the first step, and it was not allowed to continue into Han history. The scholar-bureaucrat was saved, but he couldn't get it and died in prison. "

As a knowledgeable, isolated and "indifferent" artist, he has such a strong tragic color that even Sima Qian's luck has been imprisoned in the chaotic political situation! Even if he volunteered to cut his face and feet, he just wanted to finish a Chinese book, but he was rejected. In his imagination, his grief and indignation can shake the stars all over the sky. Alas, it was not the six-foot body that died unjustly in prison, but the radiant and full of literary talent that was never seen by the world!

What is particularly hateful is the slander behind him. I don't know why, he became a heartless person who abused Zhao Wuniang in folk dramas. In Lu Fangweng's poems, he once said with emotion:

Zhaojiazhuang, an ancient road at sunset, is a field of blind Weng Zuo Zheng. Who is in charge of right and wrong behind the scenes, the whole city is competing to sing Cai Zhonglang.

Let his name be insulted by blind Jianghu artists on every street. How can Cai Yong die without hatred? And every person who looks through history, every time he reads this unfortunate name, how can he not feel the impermanence of right and wrong? Lisi, the name associated with the Qin Empire, seems to be tainted with the glory and early death of the Empire.

He was such a proud man when he was young. He said: "There is no greater shame than meanness, and there is no greater sorrow than poverty. Being in a humble position for a long time, being in a poor place, doing evil and relying on inaction is not a gentleman's feeling! "

How much he loves that intoxicating wealth.

However, in his ill-fated career, he finally paid the price that he and his son thought. When he was about to die, he said gloomily to his son Li You, "If I want to lead the yellow dog again, I will go out to the East Gate of Shangcai to chase the sly rabbit. How can I get it? "

When happiness is realized, it is always too late to review!

At this time, he remembered the spring of his youth, the transparent and fragile spring!

Different from the spring of the imperial city! He will think of his teacher Gou Jian, the gentle prophet, the prophet who was angry and didn't give him food. He learned "the art of emperors" from him, but never understood his philosophy of "extremes meet".

Leading dogs and chasing rabbits with their sons, every farmer's happiness is the dream of Qin Xiang Li Si's execution.

In 208 BC, a father and son were beheaded in Xianyang City. It is inevitable that the Qin Dynasty, high above it, left so many scattered stone carvings, but ended in such a tragic way!

It's easy to see tragedy in the theater. We can comfort ourselves that it is false, but we don't know how to comfort ourselves when reading history. Readers of history are like managers of the slaughter industry. Although he didn't kill himself, he always dealt with bleeding.

We only know Mrs. Huarui's surname is Xu, but we have no idea of her name. A beautiful woman seems destined to belong only to those who appreciate her, not to herself.

In ancient books, she was described as: "worshiping the imperial concubine, not being called Mrs. Huarui, is not enough to match her color, like a gentle flower, and is promoted to the title of Hui Fei, which is similar to her nature."

A flower-like girl, what a classical and luxurious girl, a girl who was raised because of her beauty!

Later, after Shu's death, she wrote a famous national subjugation poem:

The national flag is hung in the king's city. I learned it in the palace. One hundred and forty thousand people were disarmed, and none of them were men.

No men, so what? Badon min is not a man, nor are the 140,000 real men. The hatred of national subjugation only gives the beauty tears.

Give it to a heart softer than a flower.

The country died and went to the Song Dynasty. According to legend, she left half a poem on the wall of Bimengtie, the pen that wrote hundreds of palace poems, and finally hurriedly wrote half a fine print on the post:

My heart will be broken and I will hate it when I leave Shu Road for the first time. Spring is like a year, and I will smell Du Fu from time to time. ...

Half a shovel! When the Emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty broke down in the city, a word was left at the bottom of his trembling wrist. Half tanning is the most painful thing in the world. Half a shovel is a permanent regret! How about hearing crows cooing at once? The half that can't be written is more sad than what is written.

The water in Shushan is long and green, and the lonely wall is still standing, witnessing the cuckoo's cry when a woman crosses the Shu Road.

The poem "He Manzi" is said to be a song that Cangzhou singers tried to atone for when they were executed. However, it was not spared, but it only sang their sadness in vain.

There is a dramatic record in Yuefu Miscellanies:

Secretariat to buy wine, guest singing "He Manzi". They all call it wonderful. Bai Xiucai said, "There is a prostitute in the room who sings this song." When he was called, his singing sounded clear and almost abnormal. Lawson asked Sun, "Is it the second son of Hu Gong?" The prostitute looked familiar and said, "Don't ask me if you worship evil spirits in the pear garden?" When you cry relatively, you are all from the Ming Dynasty.

Listening to old music in a different place and meeting old friends in a different place are all comedies? The white-headed maid-in-waiting sat and said that Tianbao was really sad, but the pear garden was lost and reduced to the end of the world. Why not?

After greatness, how unbearable is smallness? After the glory, how uncomfortable is the gloom? How unbearable it is to be left out after being appreciated? What's more, coupled with the sad He Manzi, Bai Juyi said that He Manzi is "a song with four words and eight folds, heartbroken from the beginning"!

After a thousand years, who can recall the grief offered by Huerzi and Luo Xian? People are only used to mourning Tang and Yang Guifei. Who will sympathize with those little people who set off? However, similar sadness is staged in every era. Tianbao is always too short. The sound of gongs and drums in Yuyang shattered old dreams, and the rainy night in Majipo broke happiness. The new year is rough and vulgar, but it bows its head with incomparable strength. Xuanzong gave himself to the alchemist, and Huerzi and Luo offered sacrifices, but he could only give himself to the fate of wandering longer than eternity.

I don't know whether I should mourn for Cangzhou singer who wrote this song, or for Hu Erzi and Luo who sang this song-or for myself in the corner of the island.

works appreciation

"Watching the Three Kingdoms weep and worrying about the ancients" is not only the psychological inertia of some lovers of the Three Kingdoms, but also a common problem that many ancient calligraphers like. This kind of alarmist psychology. Although I am a little moved, I can't help feeling that things are impermanent and life is short after reading the classic essay "Worrying for the ancients" by Zhang Xiaofeng, a female writer in Taiwan Province Province. You see, Cai Yong, an artist in the Han Dynasty, was just a scholar, but he was imprisoned in a chaotic political situation. He is not allowed to beg for the whale's head and feet, and his prodigy is unknown. Behind him, he became an ungrateful person in folk drama and was insulted by blind artists in the street. Li Si, the prime minister of Qin Dynasty, once shared the glory with the empire. In the end, every farmer's happiness has become his dream of death. Mrs. Hua Rui, the favored concubine of Houshu, combines beauty and talent, but she can only witness the death of the country with half a piece of mulberry picking. Li Yuan's old friends Hu Erzi and Luo offered sacrifices. How can a "He Manzi" tell the sadness and desolation of being reduced to the ends of the earth! The author is a scholar with unique vision and profound cultural background. Talk with literati, emperors and generals, talented people and beautiful women to understand the impermanence of life and learn the wisdom of facing life calmly.

a two-part allegorical saying

Source: Romance of the Three Kingdoms

Watching the Three Kingdoms shed tears —— Concerned about the ancients

Others:

Zhang Fei eats bean sprouts-a piece of cake. Zhou Yumou seeks Jingzhou-to accompany his wife to fold the soldiers.

Lu Su got on the boat of Kongming-Dong Zhuo went to Beijing in a daze.

Huang Zhong's archery-Masu used troops every time he shot-was somewhat exaggerated.

Liu Bei's throwing away-buying people's hearts-Liu Bei's three visits to the cottage-is hard to please.

Zhou Yu hit Huang Gai-one would like to hit the other and turn Xu Shu into Cao Cao-without saying a word.

Cao Cao went down to Wancheng-fled-Cao Cao met Ma Chao-cut his beard and abandoned his robe

Cao Caobing defeated Huarong Road-Zhang Fei's hasty massacre of the city-evil.

Boiling beans and burning beans-the whole family is fierce-murderous

Guan Yu opened his eyes-he wanted to kill Liu Bei's country-and cried.

Sun Quan killed Guan Yu-blaming Sima Yi for breaking the eight diagrams-but he didn't pretend to understand.

The late Lord surrendered to Wei-shameless fart-shameless.

Practicing the Qin —— Abandoning Master Wei as a cliche —— Copying the old score

Xu Chudou Ma Chao-Zhang Fei who went shirtless to collect debts-was fierce.

Zhang Fei went into battle-Cao Cao, on the rampage, met Jiang Gan-bad luck.

Zhang Fei wears a mask-showing big eyes and being an official-in name only.

Zhuge Liang burns incense and plays the piano-the mysterious mountain of Dou-giving it away for nothing

Guan Yu surrendered to Cao Cao-in Cao Cao's heart, reincarnated in Han Cao Cao-which is suspicious.

Zhou Yu fell ill in Luhuadang-angry with Zhang Fei and Guan Yu-and forgot the old love.

Scold Liu Bei and Zhang Fei-Look at Zhuge Liang through the crack of the door-Look down on heroes

Jiang Gan crossed the river-he didn't do anything, but Zhang Fei caught the grasshopper-he was too strong to do it.

Kong Ming used an empty plan-Zhang Fei was forced to overtake his horse-regardless of the result.

What Zhang Fei sells is weight-people are strong and goods are hard, Lu Su is hard, and Kong Ming is full of enthusiasm.

Zhao Zilong's invasion-defeating Zhuge Liang's goose feather fan-is mysterious.

A straw boat borrows an arrow-returns with a full load-Kongming cries and beheads Ma Su-enforcing the law like a mountain.

Cao Cao's employment-only talent is to lift Guan Yu into the palace-come straight to the point.

Guan Yu runs a shop-genuine Guan Yu stays with his sister-in-law-and friendship is the most important.

Sima kua Zhuge-candidly admit defeat Guan Yu is a carpenter-bold.

Zhao Yun has no pain in expelling poison from Changbanpo-Guan Yu's great power.

Kong Ming's big plan-saving the day-Huang Zhong's call-refusing to accept the old age

Zhang Fei ate the weight-he was determined to sleep-he didn't close his eyes.

Cao Cao was defeated in Huarong Road-as expected, Huang Zhong's archery-hit every shot.

Looking for a bearded man in Guandi Temple-I'm sure Kong Ming will frown-is my idea.

Kong Ming borrows the east wind-skillfully uses Kong Ming's kit-an inexhaustible plan.

Guan Yu read Spring and Autumn Annals-you can see at a glance that Zhang Fei is playing with a thick stick.

Liu Bei's sandals-experts Cao Cao and Zhuge Liang-have different tempers.

The story of Diusim played by Lu Bu-the hero is sad about beauty, and Huang Zhong makes friends-the old man is not old.

Jiang Gan steals books-cleverness is outwitted by cleverness, and Zhang Fei embroiders-crude and refined.

Zhuge Liang played with dogs-he was clever and confused all his life, and Zhang Fei kicked off the bridge-he was brave and foolhardy.

Zhang Fei took the mouse-eyes wide open and eyes small, and Huang Zhong swung a sledgehammer-Lao Jian.

When Pang Tong was magistrate of a county-Guan Yu was overqualified and had a nosebleed-red was added to red.

Zhang Fei sells tofu-strong goods are not hard. Guan Yu sneezes-blow your own horn

Kong Ming borrowed an arrow from the straw boat-he borrowed it and returned it. Zhuge Liang mourned-hypocrisy.

Eat Cao Cao's food, do Liu Bei's thing-eat inside and pick outside, play with a big knife in front of Guan Gong-bite off more than one can chew.

Guan Yu went to Maicheng-the end is approaching and Guan Yu went to dinner-he has courage and spirit.

Kong Ming plays the piano and retires from Zhong Da-he stays calm in a crisis.