*Written to Yang Kaihui
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\"Butterfly Loves Flower: In Reply to Li Shuyi\" — *I have lost my proud poplar; you have lost your willow. The poplar and willow float gently upward, reaching the highest heavens.* Asking where Wu Gang kept his treasures, Wu Gang brought out osmanthus wine. The lonely Chang’e spreads her wide sleeves, dancing in the vast sky for the loyal souls. Suddenly news came that a tiger once lay in the world; tears instantly turned into a downpour.
Yang Kaihui sacrificed herself 2 years after marrying He Zizhen
He Zizhen (*third wife). He Zizhen (September 28, 1909 – April 19, 1984), female; her original name was Guiyuan, also known as Zizhen. She was from Huangzhuling Village, Yange Township, Yongxin County, Jiangxi Province; *the third wife of Comrade [Name]； ....” That*’s second wife was....
The character for ‘raise’ implies action, such as raising a hand. The character for ‘fluttering’ refers mainly to something being lifted by the wind, an active drifting.
This post was last edited by qugd on 2016-6-18 19:09. Baidu’s credibility is too low, and there are too many obvious typing errors. In fact, when Mao Zedong was young, his family had arranged a marriage for him; that woman seems to have died of illness before she could enter his household, so it was only fitting that he never became an emperor or empress. Could that be considered Taizu’s first wife? It’s hard to give a review. I saw this in a *Biography* written by a foreign author. She can’t really be called a wife; at most, she’s a fiancée. According to old traditions, one cannot be considered a Mao family member until they get married.
The earliest existing love poem is \"Yu Meiren·On the Pillow\" from 1921; it was written not long after her marriage to Yang Kaihui. Piles of worries on the pillow – what a sight; rivers and seas in turmoil like waves. The nights are long and the sky remains dark; in solitude, I get up, dress myself, and count the cold stars. At dawn, all thoughts turn to ashes; only the figure of a departing person remains. A sliver of moon drifts westward; it’s impossible not to shed tears at this sight.