Bao Ting is politically connected with Zhang Peilun, Zhang Zhidong, He Jinshou, Deng Chengxiu, Chen and others. He dared to speak out and help state affairs together, and was called the "Clean Party" by the world. There are so-called "four remonstrances" and "five tigers". "Four remonstrances" refer to Bao Ting, Chen, Zhang Peilun and Deng Chengxiu. In addition to the above four people, the "Five Tigers" is Zhang Zhidong. Baoting was "married" by Chang Lu, and his wife was the second daughter of his mother Namdulu, who was introduced to Shan (England) by his younger brother. At that time, the situation of the two families was similar, and they were both poor, so their marriage was also rough and sloppy. "During the chaos, the family was surrounded by walls." I was so poor at the wedding that I didn't even have a glass of wedding wine. Although his life has been plagued by poverty and illness, he is also a group of wives and concubines. In addition to the original wife, there are four concubines: Li, Hu, Sheng and Wang. Wang, who has lost his official position and dereliction of duty, also shows his romantic love.
Bao Ting gave birth to three girls and two boys. Of the three girls, the first is Hsinchu, and the second is Sun. Both of them died young. Baoting dotes on these two daughters, but it's a pity that their lives were thin and fickle when they were young. Bamboo shoots are young bamboo and new bamboo, and bamboo shoots are unbroken bamboo. Baoting was named Zhu Po. According to Baoting Chronicle: "(Lianxi Gong) was born late and dreamed of a clump of frost bamboo, which was quite dry, so Lianxi Gong was named Bao Xian and Zhu Po." The word "bamboo woman" is also related to the words "hairpin" and "bamboo shoot" in the names of these two women. Baoting also has a daughter, Youqiu, and two sons, Shoufu and Shoufan, all of whom were in the Gengzi year of Guangxu (the 26th year of Guangxu? In the 1900 incident, "three people hanged themselves behind closed doors" and went to the national mourning.
As far as Baoting's character is concerned, he is not only honest and frank, but also an extremely dissolute temperament middleman. After he dismissed from office, he lived in seclusion in the mountains in his later years, with no food and clothing. Every time I meet an apprentice, I reach out for a loan. Once you have money, you will travel to the mountains, often live in the mountains and don't come back for dozens of days. Drunk lying in the jungle temple is common. Baoting was open-minded, outspoken, aboveboard and outspoken all his life. He also makes wine angry and reckless. In his poems, he also showed that he was "aloof and irrelevant to the world, advancing and retreating together (see" Salute to Master Luo Shusheng "). I am angry and my words are more frivolous (see Spring Day). Bao Ting was "gifted and intelligent" since childhood, and was "taught to read" at the age of eight. However, Chang Lu was soon dismissed from office and his family came down. Bao Ting moved to Xishan with Chang Lu at the age of nine. As a teenager, he lived in Beijing for four years and in Xishan for four years. Baoting studied poetry writing at the age of thirteen. He has two first teachers, one is his father and the other is a monk in Xishan Temple. He is very clever and insightful, and he has been gifted in poetry since he was a child. At the age of twelve, he was able to write poems with Du Fu's Order of the Phoenix. Elder Xishan was very surprised and "thinks he is great". His poetic style is closest to Wang Moshiwei, Bai who lives in Xiangshan, You Wenglu in Wan Li and Yang who lives in a city house.
Bao Ting has some talents in poetry creation. When I was a teenager, I benefited from my father Chang Lu and Master Fahua, the abbot of Lingguang Temple in Badachu. In addition, Chang Lu invited two tutors for him, one was Che Shiyi (Zhai Yi) who taught him classics, and the other was Forry (Yunpu). His contribution to poetry is to create the popular literary form of Zidishu, and to explore the popularization in poetry creation, which directly promoted the popularization of literature in Qing Dynasty.
Among many poets in the Qing Dynasty, Bao Ting is the most frank, emotional, talented and poetic. He loved mountains and rivers all his life, and enjoyed poetry and wine all his life. It's hard to count how many poems he wrote in his life. According to the poem of his Seven Laws "Thirty Years of Feelings": "A poor traveler hates five thousand poems, and his family has suffered from the country for thirty years", no one can compare with the richness of his poems throughout his life.
Bao Ting's posthumous works include Mr. Changbai's Notes, Shangshu Pingping, Wen Ting's Legacy, My Zhai Cao Shi and so on, edited by his protege Lin Shu. I divide Zhai Cao Shi into four parts: internal collection, internal collection, external collection and external collection. * * There are 2,376 poems, the number of which is lower than that of Bai Juyi, Lu You, Cha, Yuan Mei, Zhao Yi and others, but it is quite remarkable with Su Shi and Qian. In the literary world of China, the two sons and daughters of Manchu Eight Banners scholars in Qing Dynasty occupied the first place. One is Naran Xingde, the overlord of ci. One is Bao Ting, a leading figure in poetry. Bao Ting's poetic talent is also reflected in his "all styles are excellent", especially the five-character poems and seven-character poems, which are the highest level in his poems.
Baoting is a center of the poetry circle in the late Qing Dynasty, surrounded by a team, and the poetry circle is a powerful hurricane. He deserves to be a leading figure in the poetry circle in the late Qing Dynasty.
Baoting is not only famous for its poetry name and talent, but also unites and gathers a large number of contemporary poets with its unique personality charm and talent. One is the chorus of senior officials and poets who are equal to him or above him, such as Weng Tonghe and Chen; One is his friends and poets, such as Zong Shao (Zi Mei), Zhi Run (Baishi) and joy chen (Zhang You). The other is his favorite students and students, such as Zheng (Taiyi), Lin Shu () and Shi Yi. Sacrificial poems on New Year's Eve
The north wind rolled snow, the clouds were frozen and the lights were all over the building. A pot of sake is arranged in the atrium, and the hand is recited to the sky. Recite to heaven, offer sacrifices to poetry, and God knows the bitterness in poetry. 360 days a year, joys and sorrows, everything in Sri Lanka exists. My heart is deep, I understand, others don't understand why they don't sneer. It's better to have wine and self-sacrifice tonight than to teach laymen to judge. As soon as the new wine is poured, the old poem is burned, the paper flies to the sky, and the heart of the poem follows the wind. You can't smell it. In the past, poets and monks had no public. I don't know, the modern poet Chuanshanweng, who sacrificed his poems and left eternal quatrains, was called a hero in the ci world. Although I am not sensitive enough to tune, good poems are quite similar to those of my predecessors. Gentlemen should be jealous of what they know, although poetry won me and lost me. Old poetry is more indignant and embarrassing than new poetry. I can't bear to recite the poem again for fear that it will be ugly.
Look at my four songs and Chuanshan.
Time is always empty, dust and grass are too hasty.
Wisdom is separated by two rooms, but sorrow and joy are a hundred years old.
In dreams, you can seek enlightenment. Who will learn to be deaf before you die?
The universe is endless, and the appearance of puppets has been like this since ancient times.
I can't find youth, and there are countless white hairs.
Fame and fortune leave a aftertaste, and future generations are United as one.
The wind is getting stronger and stronger in the evening and autumn, and the oblique color turns deeper during the day.
You can figure it out without thinking, and it will become a forest.
Lying in bed all day sadly, leaning on the pillow is hard to stop the undercurrent of tears.
A room full of medicine smells like wine, and a half window is as thin as autumn.
I hate the words of the bleak mausoleum that rains at night, and the tourists in the ancient shop worry about the west wind.
Knowing that floating life is illusory, why not take advantage of illness to swim?
The grass is cold and the smoke is dry. Who can talk about the affair in the spring?
Why can't I die when I'm exhausted? Will it still exist when I'm famous?
The tomb of talented people in the forest, pine and cypress, is a peach blossom and the soul of a beautiful girl.
This has been the case throughout the ages, and dying breadcrumbs have traces of crying.