Clouds turn to rain, snow turns to wind, and nights turn to clear skies. Come to Hongtun, stay with birds and birds. Three-foot sword, six-bow, north of Lingjiang River. The Summer Palace on the ground and the Guanghan Palace in the sky. The two sides of the strait are green with smoke, and the garden is full of spring rain and apricot flowers. The wind and frost on the temple, the guests who left early on the journey; A misty rain, a person was late by the stream.
Along the way, we are different from each other, the old man to Huang Tong. River wind is to sea fog, shepherd is to fisherman. Xiang Yan is poor, Ruan Tu is poor, and northern Hebei faces Liaodong. The pool is full of water and the wind is blowing outside the door. Emperor Liang gave lectures in Tongtai Hall, and Emperor Han bought wine in Weiyang Palace. Worried by dust, lazy to caress the seven strings; Frost is full of temples, shame to see bronze.
Poverty is to wealth, congestion to communication, and barbarism to children. The temples are green to the eyebrows and the teeth are red to the lips. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the sword bends against the bow. Half a brook is green, and thousands of trees are red. Wild crossing swallows wear willow rain, fragrant pond fish play with the wind. Women have slender eyebrows and a crescent moon under their foreheads; Men are strong and full of pride.
Translate Dong Yi, the enlightenment of melody;
Clouds are opposite to rain, snow is opposite to wind, and the sunset at night is opposite to clear sky. Flying geese are opposite to departing swallows, and returning birds are opposite to humming insects. Three-foot sword, six-hook heavy bow, north of Lingbei, opposite Jiangdong.
There is the Qing Summer Palace on earth. There is a bleak Guanghan Palace in the sky. There is morning fog on both sides. Willow is green. The garden is full of spring rain and apricot blossoms. Gray temples. There are still people in a hurry in the morning. It is foggy and rainy in the evening. The old man fished with hemp fiber by the stream.
Continuity is relative to change, difference is relative to the same, and white-haired old people are relative to yellow-mouthed children. The river wind faces the sea fog, and the shepherd boy faces the fisherman. Yan Hui lives in a mean alley, Ruan Ji cries in a poor road, and northern Hebei is opposite to Liaodong. The water in the pool can be used for bathing, and the oncoming wind often passes.
Liang Wudi once gave lectures at Tongtai Temple, and Emperor Gaozu once hosted a banquet for heroes at Weiyang Palace. Worries in the world haunt me, and I am too lazy to fiddle with the lyre. The sideburns are all white hair, so I dare not dress up in front of the bronze mirror.
Poverty is relative to wealth, obstruction is relative to smoothness, and the elderly in the mountains are relative to the children by the stream. The white hair on the temples is opposite to the black eyebrows, and the white teeth are opposite to the bright red lips. The sky is boundless, the sun is warm, the sword is against the bow, the shallow stream is clear, the jungle is full of trees and colorful.
At the country ferry, willows are green, and swallows fly over the soft and slender branches, just like flying in the rain. In the green pond, delicate lotus flowers dance with the wind, and fish swim happily under the lotus leaves. A woman's moth eyebrows are slender, with a crescent moon hanging under her forehead; This man is broad-minded and full of ambition.