Zhuo Wenjun: Sima Xiangru's wife.
Representative digital poems:
After the farewell, the two places hung together.
They all say March and April, but who knows five or six years.
The lyre has no intention to play, and the eight-character book can't be passed down.
The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in a hurry!
A hundred ideas, a thousand ideas. Despair, strange lang.
A thousand words can't be finished, and you are bored.
Chongyang climbs to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round.
In July and a half, burning incense and holding candles to ask heaven,
In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.
Pomegranate is like fire in May, but it is watered by cold rain.
April loquat is not yellow, I look in the mirror, am utterly confused.
In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March;
After falling again and again, the kite string was broken in February.
I hope that in the next life, you are a woman and I am a man.
Dry dragon flying snow
One by one, two, three, four or five.
Six dollars, seven dollars, and eight or nine dollars are all missing when flying into the reed flower.
The order of falling geese in Yuan Dynasty and the victory of Anonymous
One year old, day after day, autumn after autumn, one generation urges another. Meeting and parting, we have happiness and sadness. Lying on the sofa, dreaming all my life. Find a group of acquaintances, meet for a while, play for a while, and sing for a while.
Mr. Huang Kan's 1,234,567,891 million half-doubles;
A post is red and strong, with the shadow of Bixi, and the willows in the west six miles of thousands of feet. Swallows with two nests are difficult to learn, and half pillows often hate chickens for five nights.
Nine days of physical and mental dreams, thousands of clouds and waters all around. Ten out of ten, 70% to 80% is a virtual image, and three spring wins two tears.
Write about Da Qiao and Er Qiao in the Three Kingdoms:
Joe, the second child, Joe,
Three inches of golden lotus, four inches of waist,
I bought 567 toner,
Dressed very beautifully.
Numbers are not only numerous, but also very interesting. Numbers can not only be embedded in poems to express love or resentment, but also be widely used in couplets.
According to legend, Su Dongpo made a couplet with embedded numbers when he went to Beijing to take the exam in the Song Dynasty:
One leaf is alone, sitting on two or three poets, with four oars and five sails, crossing six beaches and seven bays, experiencing eight bumps and nine bumps, but it is very late;
Ten years of cold window, 98 academy, abandoning worldly desires, learning the Five Classics and Four Books, and repeatedly taking two exams. I must win today.
In Pu Songling's Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio, there is an old man in the Three Dynasties, and there is a very interesting number couplet in it.
The story goes like this: a prime minister of a certain dynasty once defected to the enemy and had a very bad reputation. He retired from his hometown when he was old, and shamelessly built a shrine for himself, which attracted many guests and was very lively.
The next morning, a plaque was hung in the living room of the shrine, which read "the elder of the three dynasties". Couplets are:
One two three four five six seven; Filial piety, faith, courtesy, righteousness and sincerity.
The prime minister is very strange. I don't know who hung up.
Some people speculate on the meaning of this couplet, and think that the first couplet just means "forgetting eight" (that is, the homonym of "turtle"), and the second couplet means "shameless".
Surprisingly, an old scholar who was down and out all his life in the late Qing Dynasty wrote several elegies for two local salt workers who died tragically:
Sweating, grinding two feet and starving for three meals, it is difficult to raise five people, climb six counties and six mountains, hate seven ditches, eight beaches and nine rivers, take one out of nine, and the slight cold is worth a penny;
Burned nine tents of charcoal, carried eight bags of salt, unloaded seven times, exposed six risks, counted five lives, and was fidgety all the year round, hanging up three children and two old guests, accumulating nine each, and crying nine times a year.
Shao Yong, a Neo-Confucianist in Song Dynasty, wrote a poem with numbers:
One to two or three miles, four or five smoke villages;
There are six or seven trees and eighty or ninety flowers in front of the door.
Before liberation, a teacher who lived in hunger and cold wrote such a doggerel:
A suit of cheap cloth, two sleeves of chalk dust, three meals are not enough to eat, and I often frown all the year round. Get up at five o'clock, have six classes (six classes in a row), and go shopping in all directions several times a week? If you don't pay for nine days, ten families will not cook.
In modern times, some people also embed numerals in poems, making bitter satires on those bureaucrats with poor writing style. For example:
Serious, blind, three meals, four bodies are not diligent, regardless of the grain, six gods have no owner, eight sides are imposing, nine (long) can't sit still, very mediocre.