Once, it was difficult for the sea to find water for amber. I'm too lazy to look back-Zuo Si of Yuan Zhen (4). People always talk about the word "once". However, not many people understand the meaning of these two words. I didn't read all the materials of this poem until I read Yuan Zhen's Mourning ... First of all, I want to condemn these three poems: Ah, Xie's favorite little daughter, unfortunately married a penniless scholar. You used your own wicker basket to mend my clothes, and I used your gold hairpin to coax me into buying wine for dinner. Today they had to pick wild vegetables and use dried Sophora leaves as firewood. Those who used to joke about what happened behind them now come to the front to look at the clothes, but the needle and thread are still there. They still want to pity the old lady and old servant, and they used to know that they hate everyone because they dream of giving money. But unlike those who used to be poor together, I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? God didn't give me a son, and there is someone better than me. Pan Yue mourned. What hope can I have in our dark grave? You and I have no confidence in a meeting after death, but when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong trouble in your brow-three mourning songs for Yuan Zhen. These capitals were written by Yuan Zhen in memory of his late wife Wei Cong. Let's talk about their stories first. Wei is the youngest daughter of Prince Shao and married Yuan Zhen at the age of twenty. Yuan Zhen took part in the imperial examination at the age of fifteen, when he was not an official. He was born in a poor family, as mentioned in Qian Lou (I). Qian Lou was a poor man in the State of Qi in the Spring and Autumn Period. King Lu Gong heard of him and wanted to invite him to take a photo, but Qian Lou refused. His wife was also very virtuous. Yuan Zhen used it as a metaphor, one was poor and the other was poor. But Wei Cong, like Xie An's niece Xie Daowen, is agile, versatile, smart and beautiful. However, this "poor couple" can't grow old together. Wei Cong died after seven years of marriage with Yuan Zhen. These three mourning poems were written two years after Wei Cong's death. This is also the knot that Yuan Zhen has been unable to let go ... The first two sentences are about Wei Cong's life before and after: because he saw that there was no clothes to change, he rummaged through the closet to find it; I want to drink, pester her, and she becomes her own golden hairpin; Usually she can only use wild vegetables such as bean leaves to satisfy her hunger, but she eats very sweetly; Without firewood, she cooks on the dead leaves falling from the old locust tree. The tone is plain, but it is the most common little thing in life, but it all reveals the kindness and intelligence of this little wife. As for myself, today they are giving me 100,000 yuan (Yuan Zhen was already an official at that time and was appointed as Dongtai supervisor), but I can only keep paying homage and doing ceremonies. What's the use of more money! Mourning for sadness and sighing for the status quo, these 56 words are too touching, needless to say: I used to joke about what happened behind me, but I never thought that the jokes of the past actually came true. I have given away all your clothes. It's really hard to see something sad, but I can't bear to see the needle and thread you use. I can't help feeling pity when I see your former servant. I once gave you money in my dream to stop being poor, but it was just a dream! Husband and wife will die if they quarrel, but I have never let you live a happy life for seven years. A poor couple will end up dead, and I am the only one left. I can't help but be heartbroken! I am sorry for my feelings, and I can't help sighing when I am idle. I have lived for a hundred years, but how long has it passed in a blink of an eye? Deng You (Deng You, whose name is Bo Dao, was born in Jin Dynasty, and Guan Donghe was the prefect. During the war, he gave up his son to protect his nephew, but in the end he had no children. People mourn it, saying: Heaven is ignorant, so Bo Dao has no children. Isn't it destiny takes a hand that Pan Yue, a poet in the Western Jin Dynasty, has no children all his life? After his wife died, he wrote three mourning poems, which were sentimental and spread to the world. No matter how well written, it is also a waste of pen and ink. Everything is decided by heaven, and I am always buried in the same cave with you. Who knows if you and I will meet again in the next life? I have to stay up all night, it's a lifelong worry in your brow! The last sentence, I really can't find any words to translate, the lifelong trouble in your brow, for seven years, I have never been able to make you smile, and now you have the opportunity, but you have already died, and you regret half your spare time! At the same time, I hate myself. A couple can't even make you laugh! Watching it, I couldn't help crying. The poor couple of seven years ended like this. Is it really fate? Looking back at the poem "From Thinking" now, we can easily grasp the poet's mood. Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. I have seen the sea, so water is nothing to me. Wushan faces Yunfeng and the Yangtze River. Except for it, other clouds are not clouds. The affection between Wei Cong and the poet is like the water of the sea and the cloud of Wushan Mountain. Except Wei Cong, there will never be a woman who can make Yuan Zhen move. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. I was too lazy to look back when I walked through the flowers. I just hope that I can relax my thoughts about you by practicing Buddhism all my life! Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber and infatuated! It is even more infatuated to cultivate a monk for half a life. Wei Cong's position in Yuan Zhen's heart is irreplaceable, and the only thing the poet can do in the latter half of his life is to cultivate monasteries and the other half to dissolve the memory of his dead wife! In addition, Yuan Zhen and Yuan He also wrote a set of mourning poems for Wei Cong in the spring of six years-eight mourning poems in the spring of six years. Let's talk about two more touching poems: I found three or four old books, high and low, wide and narrow and thick. I spoke for myself and ate ordinary things, but I missed the mountain and missed the mountain. On the second day of mourning in the spring of 1966, when I was collecting old things, I found some letters left by you. The words on the letter are high and low, uneven, wide and asymmetrical, and can only be barely done. It says that at home, I often eat with my meal (two days a day), which is nothing, but when you are not at home, it is far from the mountains. Don't eat badly and be tired. A few seemingly simple words revealed Wei Cong's noble character of "eating wild vegetables for dinner". It doesn't matter that his family doesn't have enough money to eat, what matters is the husband who travels far away! Married to such a wife, born without regret! When you wake up, people will always ask you a wrong question when you are crying-in the spring of six years, you will accompany your friends to drown your sorrows, but how do you know that wine is like sorrow and turns into acacia tears! Whenever I feel sad, I pour a glass of wine and get drunk. When I woke up, I was surprised to find that all the guests around me were crying. It turns out that I have forgotten that my beloved wife died of drunkenness and kept calling her ... what a wrong question! How can it not make people sad? I'd rather never wake up so drunk!