Yao Yuehua

Yao Yuehua

Yao Yuehua, a talented woman in the Tang Dynasty, was born and died at an unknown age. When he lived with his father on the Yangtze River, he sang in harmony with Yang Da, a scholar from neighboring boats. The six poems in existence today are also written for this reason.

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It is said that she was enlightened by her dream of falling on the dressing table. She was very clever and read after reading. Soon she was able to write and write poems. She was a rare talented woman. the time of writing, the time and the color. Flower feathers are fresh in the world. However, people can't see it when chatting and entertaining themselves. Taste for Yang Da painting Hibiscus birds, about a little thick and light, ecological lifelike. It is listed in Song Dynasty according to peiwenzhai's calligraphy and painting spectrum, Ming Dynasty according to the history of silent poetry, and Tang Dynasty according to the quotation of Yutai's painting history. See the story of langluo.

Six poems

[shoes for Yang Da]

He cut purple velvet with a golden knife and made light shoes with Lang. I wish to turn shuangxianfu into my boudoir.

[complaint poems sent to Yang Da]

the spring water is long and the grass is green, so I think of you with tears. Shame will leave hate to the east wind, Li Jin Qin Zheng not a song. the shadow of Wu and Yue is separated from that of Jun, and the jade pillow is separated from each other for many years. He stepped on the stage and looked North at the deep rain. He turned back and wept to the moon.

[Chu imperial concubine's complaint]

Wutong leaves under the gold well, horizontal frame roller, pull element. when the beauty first rises, the sky is not clear, her hand is brushing the silver vase, and the autumn water is cold.

[anaqu]

and Jun Xingying are separated from Hu Yue, and the jade pillow is separated from each other for many years. He stepped on the stage and looked North at the deep rain. He turned back and wept to the moon.

[anaqu]

The silver candle has been standing for a long time. When you go out, the sky is about to dawn. When the moon falls and the stars fail to come, smoke and willows fly away.

[complaint poems follow Xu shutI's style]

When I was born, I met in my prime. My heart is tied up in the cold and summer, and my eyebrows are frowning in the long night. The cycle goes on like a wheel. The wheel can rest, my heart can stretch. It's a mess, like silk. I'm not sure how to deal with it. The empty boudoir is quiet, and the makeup Pavilion is dusty. Hemerocallis is just like a tree. I'm worried about it. I'm glad to meet a gentleman, but I'm glad to meet you. Share the fragrance, cut the hair and present the jade. swear to heaven, and be willing to be one. It's hard to be close to a jade body. Eat less, sleep less, wear a leisurely skirt. It's like a mirror, a furnace. The whole sock is ready to be lifted, and the road is filled with hazel. When you meet people, you want to talk. When you meet people, you are stubborn. When can I be judged by my chest. I hope you will see me, and I will be angry when I die.

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