In the Western Han Dynasty, Sima Xiangru, a gifted scholar in Shu, eloped with Zhuo Wenjun on a starry night, and they became husband and wife, which became a much-told story. In order to make a living, Sima Xiangru went to Chang 'an to find a job. After becoming an official, he felt that he was worth a hundred times, so he thought of divorcing his wife. So he sent someone to send Zhuo Wenjun a letter from home, which read:
one two three four five six seven eight nine 1 million;
ten thousand one hundred nine eight seven six five four three two one.
Zhuo Wenjun is a famous talented woman. When she opened the letter, she saw that thirteen numbers were written in sequence and thirteen numbers were written backwards, but the arranged numbers were not "1 million". Zhuo Wenjun suddenly understood the meaning of her husband's abandonment. So, without thinking, she wrote such a poem "Wen Jun's Complaints" by digital poetry:
After a farewell, two places missed each other,
only in March and April, but who knows five or six years.
the lyre has no intention to play, and the eight-line script cannot be passed on.
The nine-ring chain is broken from it, and the ten-mile pavilion is visible.
there are hundreds of thoughts and thousands of thoughts, so I have no choice but to blame Lang.
there are thousands of words to talk about, and you are bored and lean on the bar.
On the ninth day, you can see the lonely geese. In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival is full of people.
In July, people burn incense and hold candles to ask heaven.
In the summer of June, everyone shakes my heart.
In May, pomegranate is like a fire, but it is watered by cold rain.
In April, loquat is not yellow, so I want to be confused about the mirror.
in a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March,
and the kite string is broken in February.
ow! Lang lang,
I wish you were a woman and I was a man in the next life.
Zhuo Wenjun's digital poetry skillfully embeds 1,-13 numbers from small to large, and then from large to small. It is full of sadness and sadness, and expresses a woman's complex feelings of love and hate for the right person. It has been told by people all through the ages and has become a classic in love poems! After reading the letter, Sima Xiangru felt more ashamed and remorseful. He was deeply moved by Zhuo Wenjun's intelligence and pure love, and used the horse to ride high and greet Zhuo Wenjun to Chang 'an. From then on, I put an end to dogs and horses, worked hard to learn, and finally became a generation of ci and fu. After saying goodbye to my lover
1. The loquat is not yellow in April, and I want to be confused about the mirror.
2. Although it is March or April, who knows five or six years?
3, the sky is not old, and love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. -Zhang xian's "Thousand Autumn Years"
4. There are thousands of words to talk about, and I am bored and tired.
5. Ask the world what love is, and teach people to be committed to life and death.
6. Without Cai Feng's flying wings, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn. -Li shangyin
7. Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality and bitterness, and an inch is still thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is far away from the end of the day, only the heart of the mind is infinite long, no time ah.
in August and may, pomegranates are like water, but sometimes cold rain showers the flowers.
9. When you meet each other, if you don't see each other, how can you be heartless? -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"
1. Acacia tasted half a lifetime of water and bitterness for a lifetime of tears
11. When will Acacia meet? At this time, this night is embarrassing. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
12. How many lovesickness one-night stands are there, and the ends of the earth are not long. -Zhang Zhongsu's The Swallow House
13. After a farewell, the two places hang together.
14. I don't regret the widening of my belt, which makes people haggard because of Iraq. -Liu Yong
15. Hey, Lang Yalang, I hope that in the next life, you will be a woman and I will be a man.
16. There's no words in the water.
17. There's a beautiful woman, and I don't forget her. If I don't see her for a day, I'm crazy about her. -Anonymous "Feng Qiu Huang Qin Song"
18. Double ninth climb to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in mid-autumn in August is not round. Beautiful sentences about March and April
The weather in April is warm and comfortable, without the tide of heavy rain and the scorching sun. I like this warmth and softness. It's nice to be able to dress casually and be more or less comfortable.
the busiest flowers are probably those of all colors. The blushing rose among the green leaves seems a little shy, but the rose naturally shines in the corner of a certain house. I like to see fiery red and snow-white camellia, with a bright smile, which is youthful and enchanting, like a seventeen-year-old girl walking in the spring breeze. Peony is the first of all flowers. Of course, it won't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. They usually get together for a party. When the flowering season arrives, Qi Xin will work together to create the most dazzling beauty in her life to attract people in such tepid weather, which is most suitable for a spring outing. The soft spring breeze ripples with green ripples, and the spring rain falls quietly like petals, like a whisper in the water of a mirror. Time flows calmly like water, with a faint shallow shadow.
April day in the world bears the vicissitudes of time and poetic heart. In fact, it doesn't matter what kind of spring April is. What matters is that April is the season when I was born. Those poems flowing from the heart are like fog, dreams and wind, and have already spread out into a winding heart. Looking back, I found that the pain and sadness in my life had long been hidden. As a result, there is a little sadness and melancholy in my words. So, in the spring of peach blossom, I put my long-cherished wish and longing for life into my bag.
It's April on earth, and it's beautiful and elegant to wade in the water, and it's graceful and shallow to float in, making you smile. The lingering music lightens the mood of the past, and the crescent moon knocking on the window lattice is still like a flower with a smile. White clouds play the dance music of the soul, and the blue sky rolls up pure dreams.
March light rain, March breeze, walk on by from my face.
The spring breeze in March caressed my hair tips, which not only brought me a little bit of confusion, but also brought me a chill.
in March, it was originally pink and pear-white. However, the afterglow of this winter seems to be particularly strong, and I still don't want to get rid of that boring chill.
In the early spring of March, who would have expected that after today's sunny day, there will be another spring rain and a gust of wind tomorrow
March is like a song, and everything is singing. The south wind warms the window, and the cherry trees bloom, just like butterflies dancing and rotten like clouds; Magnolia blooms, the goddess scatters flowers, and the trees are full of snow, such as cotton; Forsythia clusters, full of branches hanging gold; Bustling, all for spring.
March's light footsteps, walking through the soft rain, and smiling, the willow tips are green and the grass is getting greener. In the melody of spring, just like a gentle and graceful lady, she is still shy when she wants to talk, and her graceful dance and soft breath bring us green and hazy reverie.
March is the season of spring, and March is the home of flowers. They smile, open their mouths, breathe the breath of spring and smile at each other.
Although the spring breeze in March is not as bitter and passionate as the winter breeze, it is not as pleasant as the cool breeze in summer, but it gives us a new round of life and sentiment. She caressed us gently, just like a gentle mother, awakening our old memories.
March's gentleness reveals a different kind of kindness, gently brushing people's cheeks, somewhat shy, somewhat reserved, somewhat mysterious, loving my poetic rhyme, flowing my soul and leisurely thinking.
It's March day again, and kites are flying all over the sky with children, burying the seeds of missing in the soil and giving the children the long line of hope.
In the spring of March, peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the banks of the Yellow Sea are like a hundred miles of rouge clouds falling.
In the spring of March, the silver pear tree, which had been sleeping for a winter, was awakened by the misty rain.
the magpie is on the branch. Spring breeze, willow and swallow shadow. The wind is crisp and the flowers are like fire. Ten miles of peach blossoms set each other off in red. Like mushrooms after rain, scrambling to break through the ground. Wheat is green, a piece of pink flowers and green waves, and the spring breeze ripples in the field near the distance. In the spring of March, the breeze is warm and the green willows contain smoke. Soft catkins are flying all over the sky.
In the early morning, Miss Chun came to us wearing beautiful clothes and dancing with warm wind, smiling and wearing new clothes for nature, which made everything show infinite vitality. The golden rays of sunshine were scattered on the grass just covered with new clothes. The sunlight shone on the dew on the grass, and the dew was crystal clear and beautiful.
The sun in March in spring shone on people warmly. The children took off their thick winter clothes, the lovely swallow flew back to their hometown from the south, and the willow tree grew long branches again this year, like a little girl's braid.
The drizzle in March is like silk and fog, and it can only be vaguely felt. It is like a world of tenderness, shrouded around it, like a dreamlike dreamland. Walking in the drizzle, you can feel the beauty and romance of the drizzle.
The spring breeze blows your mind, the running water listens to the voice of your heart, and the April sky rhymes with the story of wheatgrass. Birthday wishes let me revel in the beautiful spring day, make an appointment with warmth, accompany with sunshine and depend on true feelings. Thanks to the care of relatives and friends, on this happy day, I just want to watch the spring quietly and meet each other quietly in every blooming season. Stroll along the shore of the years, enjoy a wandering romance, and paint the meaning and distance of life on the picture scroll of life with mood and poetry on the blue and warm April day. Feel the color of life, feel the plain happiness, love has always been in my heart.
in April, the flowers are blooming and the willows are graceful, and the mountains are green with clear water and fragrant flowers everywhere. In April, I miss the wind, and the spring is full, and the colorful season is slightly sad. I miss growing lush in the spring of April, beating the heartache that I can't peel off.
April fell in love with March's land, but it was too far away from her. When the sadness he missed became a river, it would rain and blow the peach blossom wind. April wind, wantonly blowing and kissing our faces, gently swaying our hearts; April clouds, hiding in the starry sky, silently bear the eternal attachment of you and me.
April day in the world bears the vicissitudes of time and poetic heart. In fact, it doesn't matter what kind of spring April is. What matters is that April is the season when I was born. Those poems flowing from the heart are like fog, dreams and wind, and have already spread out into a winding heart. Looking back, I found that the pain and sadness in my life had long been hidden. As a result, there is a little sadness and melancholy in my words. So, in the spring of peach blossom, I put my long-cherished wish and longing for life into my bag.
April, the beautiful April, the spring in the spring, just like this, it glides silently again, through fingers, dreams, loneliness and sadness.
It's April on earth, and it's beautiful and elegant to wade in the water, and it's graceful and shallow to float in, making you smile. The lingering music lightens the mood of the past, and the crescent moon knocking on the window lattice is still like a flower with a smile. White clouds play the dance music of the soul, the blue sky rolls up pure dreams, the world is full of flowers, and birds sing the spring of life. My heart is full of the fragrance of flowers, which is a beautiful concern, a sincere blessing and a happy freehand brushwork.
after the fireworks in March, the spring scenery is rushing, and the footsteps of April can't wait to come. In order to welcome the coming of April, the earth has made too many grand preparations. You see, the plants on the Yuan Ye are jointing crazily, the mountains and rivers have changed the silence of the past, the creatures in the Woods are jumping lively, and the trees are covered with a layer of bright dark green. Rivers and streams are no longer silent, they are laughing happily and openly, and a new word lurks up and down. Birds are born singers, and they even spontaneously organized a chorus. When the wind gently touched the treetops, they sang and danced with the melody of the wind. When the sun passed by, it couldn't help but stop and stay for a while, and then shed a bright smile.
this is April. April is rich and beautiful, April when you fall in love at first sight, April when spring is crisp, and April when you can enter poetry and painting. She congealed in the painter's pen, she shed notes with the singer, and she lingered at the poet's fingertips. But Bai Juyi said that in April, the world is full of beauty!
April beauty settled in a new home in Swallow and started a warm life; April is a beautiful kite flying high in the blue sky, which is the ideal soaring; The beauty of April is in the form of spring ploughing, and the fields have a touching spring scenery. The most beautiful April day on earth, please savor it carefully and let it be beautiful with you.
at the beginning of April, I stepped into sadness. Spring is not like spring gradually. It only takes two spring rains to destroy all the flowers and paralyze the spring, leaving only the eyes devastated and full of depression. Spring is so fragile, how many tears and compassion have you taken away in a hurry?
The spring breeze in March brings warm sunshine, bright weather and beautiful flowers. We meet in this beautiful season, and with the hope of spring, we will go to the hall of learning together.
what a rare peach blossom snow! You're just in time. The land needs you, the crops need you, and people need you. Look! They float across fields, sprinkle on villages, fall on people, and are sweet in people's hearts.
Although the spring breeze in March is not as bitter and passionate as the winter breeze, it is not as pleasant as the cool breeze in summer, but it gives us a new round of life and sentiment. She caressed us gently, just like a gentle mother, awakening our old memories.
It was just when the peach blossoms were in bloom that the snow came quietly. At first, it was scattered and scattered. After a while, the snowflakes were big, dense and flying all over the sky. The snow in front of us is bright and clear, with moisture, and it is also a partner of the spring breeze in March. It is fluttering and swaying, and it looks relaxed and natural.
It's spring and March again, when flowers are red and green. Everything revived, showing a beautiful scene of vitality.
The third day of the third lunar month is a traditional kite festival. In my hometown, this time is a paradise for children. The spring breeze blows slightly across fields and hillsides, and the sky is densely covered with kites, big and small, round and square, long and short. There are centipedes, dragonflies, tiles, and swallows
In March, Mu Feng, empty mountains and condensed clouds. Wandering around with friends, overlooking the green hills outside the building, the setting sun is crowned on its top, and the bright sun is boiling with blood, covering the Bai Cui next to it, showing its color: it is like a peerless dancer with a drunken face, pink peach blossoms, blurred eyes and beautiful mouth.
The spring breeze in March caressed my hair tips, which not only brought me a little bit of confusion, but also brought me a chill.
Standing in the spring-filled March, the green rhythm explains the meaning of life, and the spring sunshine cracks the freshness and beauty of March and its secrets, giving me a beautiful temptation. There is no need to render the artistic conception of charming willows and plum blossoms in Qingshan stream, which is full of beautiful words and sentences, affectionate and harmonious.
It's spring and March again, when flowers are red and green. Everything revived, showing a beautiful scene of vitality.
reveling in the cool breeze, fine wine, ancient charm, feeling life and being beautiful, I hope there will always be spring in March in our lives.
In the spring of March, all things are revived, with colorful willows, singing and dancing, and the earth is full of vitality.
I am wearing a hat made of leaves and a beautiful skirt, roaming in the Woods and living in harmony with all kinds of animals and plants. March breeze, with me in this beautiful land.