The story of Tang Wan and Lu You is as follows:
Tang Wan is the only daughter of Tang Hong, the magistrate of Zhengzhou. Her mother is Li Shiyuan, and her grandfather is Tang Yi, a great scholar in the late Northern Song Dynasty. Tang Wan was quiet, smart and talented since he was a child. The Lu family once used an exquisite phoenix hairpin as a token to be engaged to the Tang family.
Lu You married Tang Wan when he was about twenty years old. After marriage, the husband and wife get along well with each other and have a good relationship. Unexpectedly, Tang Wan's talent and close relationship with Lu You aroused dissatisfaction with Lu's mother. Later, Lu's mother believed that Tang Wan had completely delayed her son's future, so she ordered Lu You to divorce Tang Wan.
Lu You once built another courtyard to accommodate Tang Wan. After his mother found out, she ordered Lu You to marry another docile and dutiful Wang daughter. A few years later, Lu You went to visit Shen Garden and happened to meet Tang Wan and his wife in the garden. Tang Wan obtained the consent of her husband Zhao Shicheng and personally toasted a glass of wine to Lu You. After Lu You drank, he inscribed the poem "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" in Shen Garden. After finishing writing, he put the pen down and left.
After sitting in the garden for a while, Tang Wan was filled with grief. After returning home, I repeatedly pondered Lu You's lyrics and composed a song with the same tune. Soon I died of frustration.
Until his later years, Lu You often paid homage to his legacy and recalled the past without forgetting his old feelings. He wrote many touching poems for this reason. When people were moved by these poems, they also remembered his relationship with him. The story of Tang Wan.
Lu You ? "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix"
Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!
Tang Wan? "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix"
The world is thin, human nature is evil, and flowers fall easily at dusk when it rains. The morning wind has dried, and the traces of tears remain. I want to write down my thoughts, but I can't speak alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult!
People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing. The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, I am afraid of being asked, so I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy.
Hide it, hide it, hide it!