Maoti

Maoti

Mao Ti, whose name is an Fang, is Mao Xianshu's daughter and Xu Ye's wife. In the late Ming Dynasty and the early Qing Dynasty, people from Qiantang, Zhejiang Province.

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He was born in the 15th year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty (1642). He returned to Tongyi in 1642 and was born in xuye. In 1665, Gu Yurui initiated the Jiaoyuan poetry society, which was founded by many young ladies. The first person was known as the "seven sons of Jiaoyuan". They were Gu Si, Chai Jingyi, Lin Yining, Qian fenglun, Feng Xian, Zhang Hao and Mao ti. Mao Ti had no son after marriage and died of illness in 1681. And ye he engraved "jinghaoji". His father Mao Xianshu wrote a preface to Jing Hao Ji, which said, "Yu Hao's poems are more than ten years old. That is to say, he asked poems from Yu, and Yu Hui said," this is not your business. " Titui still steals the view of ancient poetry. " Mao Ti died before his father. When he was sad, he was afraid that his work would be lost for a long time, so he published it and named it Jing Hao Ji to express his sorrow.

The most popular story of Maoti is the story of "taking poetry as a son". "Shihua" says: "An Fang recites poems assiduously, accumulating manuscripts. He was over thirty years old and had no children. Tasting Zhiqi's poem volume, he said: This is from my God, that is, my son. He who dies at forty has no son

After Maoti's death, the sisters in Jiaoyuan mourned one after another. Gu Qiji's "Mao Anfang Elegy" wrote: recalling the past when the spring, Shoujun is not ashamed of the text. Soon after hearing of your death, I felt like a cloud. When the clouds pass by, there is sorrow and resentment in the sky. When the fire flows to the west, it suddenly changes. The Jade House and the golden house are octopus, and the west wind leaves fall into the deep courtyard. Desolate treasure se cover sound, bleak water chestnut cold Chai Dian. Still remember when the mirror, Luan in Luan death sad Jiao face. What do you know about brocade poetry? The ink pool is soaked with glass. Don't know where to hang your soul? The grass is white and green.

Selected Poems

[Xiaochun]

Xiaochun people are more tired and feel slightly cold. The decaying grass has lost its green, and the red plum trees are scattered in the forest.

The deep water is burning to the end, and the thin wine is still poured. There is a fine pen in the tube and a quiet Qin in the wall.

At this time, the ancients focused on straightening their lapels. Who knows, deep in the boudoir, also Tiejian Bingxin.

[snow]

At the end of the world, I look at the vast expanse of white, and gather jade and Qiong to grow up with each other. Where does it come from? Ziyou boat, yuan an house.

Thousands of trees in the mountains make hungry crows, sweep ice scales and make tea. It's not surprising that I'm covered with cold and millet. I'm only worried about breaking old plum blossoms.

West Lake

The ten brocades are long, the pond is ten miles away, and the spring grass is green in the moss. The narrow road of golden saddle is full of strife, and the boat is full of clear waves.

The sun shines, the willow warblers sing, the wind blows, the flowers and butterflies come. Xihu Xizi once called for a cup of fanghun wine.

[autumn night]

The shadow of the Milky way is falling, and the moon at the top of the building is sinking to the West. At five o'clock, I can't sleep. The insects on the four walls are crowing.

[Manjianghong · Xiaoqi]

A disease sad to bone, autumn depression garden. The branches are withered and the leaves are smoky. The sound of insects turns to bitterness, and they work hard for it. Get up and sleep at will. The west wind cuts the place like a knife. Dream soul flies over duanjiaqiao. The vast clouds share the water. Xizi or Xiangzhao.

When I comb my hair in the morning, the dust is all over my jade table mirror. Try to push the window, but the east wind is stronger than the west wind. Random trees love to listen to yellow birds, and small gardens are lazy to walk along red paths. The most pitiable, half good, half residual flowers, spring like disease. The cold and the warm are the two sides of politics. Bees and butterflies should win. Only emperor Qingqing, sit upright. Grass can also meet Shu Qi, industry orchid do not become quiet. But the small corridor and the area are winding and dry, which can be relied on in between.

Chinese PinYin : Mao Ti