Xu hun
I was lonely at my old friend's house and I died again.
Old moss swamp, deep bamboo old book hall.
Chijingqiu Pavilion, the drizzle is cool.
Deal with it without exhibition, and your heart will be broken in the sunset.
To annotate ...
1.？ Bao Rong: An Deyu, whose residence is unknown. He calls himself "Chu Ke", "A Night Farewell in Wuzhong", "Two Beijing and One House" and "A Spring Hope in Luoyang", and he should have lived in Chang 'an and Luoyang. Xian Zongyuan became the first scholar in 809. I sighed, "Although I have worked hard in my life, it is difficult to achieve my glory."
2.？ Loneliness: cold; Cold and cheerless. Tang Yuanzhen's poem: "In the faded old palace, the peonies were red, but no one came to see them." One of Sima Guang in the Song Dynasty: "The branches and leaves are low and high, and the fragrance is open to the enemy." It should be because the poor side is too sparse that spring will be beautiful. " ?
3.？ Ink marsh: Jimo pond. A pool for washing pens and inkstones. Famous calligraphers, such as Han Hezhi, all have the legend of "Mo Chi", which is praised by later generations. Tang Pei said: "There is something strange about Yongzhou Dongguo. The remains of pen writer Mo Chi are there."
4.？ Mu Yun: A towering tree. Don Chen Ziang: "He Yun Mu Mei, the billiards hall is quiet." Song Sushi's second poem: "The layer nest leans on the cloud tree, believing in beauty is not my soil."
5.？ No reason: no chance. "The Songs of the South": "The quality is thin and there is no cause. How to ride up? " Xie Huilian's "Snow Fu" in the Southern Song Dynasty: "It is easy to complain about the age, and there is no cause for injury." Don Duan Shicheng: "I dreamed of the wilderness, met the river, and wanted to cross for no reason."
6.？ Trading: the way to make friends. "The Biography of Wang Dan in the Later Han Dynasty": "It is difficult to get along with others." Wang Shi in Tang Dynasty: "Young people are shallow, but they don't know how to deal with difficulties." Song? Fan Zhongyan? : "It is not easy to be dangerous when handling."
Simplified translation:
When he came here again, Bao Rong was dead, leaving only a desolate old house.
The deep bamboo forest hides the old library, and the inkstone pool is left in the ancient moss.
The autumn rain is falling, there is a chill from the tall trees, and the billiards hall is silent.
I don't have a chance to talk to Bao Rong about making friends, and my old age is even more sad.