First, the source: "Nian Nujiao Noisy"
1, the water dried up, and the lotus leaves went out to find their feet because they were sitting at the bottom. There is no sun in the sky, and the breeze blows automatically between Xu Lai and Lv Yun. It is also a pleasure to catch a glimpse of tourists drawing boats in sparsely populated places. When I came to Xing Wu, I counted among the sheep and the lotus. At night, the West Lake is flooded and the scenery is amazing. So I made a splash by writing this sentence, remembering the time and taste with Yuanyang. Thirty-six cruel people have not arrived, and there are countless water clothes. The green leaves are cool, the jade capacity sells wine, and the rain falls. Shake, Leng Xiang flies to the poem.
2. At sunset. Green and graceful, my lover is gone, and I will fight for Ling Bo. I'm afraid the dance clothes will fall off easily when they get cold, and I'm afraid I'll enter Nanpu and Xifeng. High willows hang in the shade, old fish blow the waves, leaving me to live in the flower room. How many fields, how much back to the sand.
Second, translation.
1, the boat is rippling among the lush lotus flowers. I remember that when I came, I once formed a partner with Yuanyang on the water. Looking at thirty-six lotus ponds, there are few tourists, and countless lotus flowers reflected on the water are swaying in the breeze, just like beautiful women in skirts and dresses.
2. There is a cool breeze blowing between the lotus leaves of Cuibi, the flowers are pink as if with residual alcohol, and there is dense rain in the aquatic plants. Lotus smiles and shakes its beautiful image, and the cold fragrance flies on my praise of lotus. At dusk, the lotus leaf is graceful like a green umbrella cover, and the gorgeous posture of lovers has disappeared. How can I stand going by boat?
I'm afraid that in the cold autumn, lotus petals like dancing clothes are easy to fall off, and the west wind blows Nanpu in a mess, which makes me sad. Tall willows hang in the shade, and fat old fish blow up the waves, as if to keep me in the lotus room. How many round lotus leaves, I have known how many times I lingered on the beach on my way home and didn't want to leave.
Three. Brief introduction of the author
1, Jiang Kui (kuí), a writer and musician in the Southern Song Dynasty. Beautiful personality, beautiful posture as jade, if the posture of gas is overwhelming, like a fairy. He wandered between Hubei, Jiangxi, Anhui, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and made friends with poets and poets such as Yang Wanli, Fan Chengda and Xin Qiji. In the middle of Qingyuan, he wrote a letter begging Zheng Taichang for elegant music. Lonely and poor as a teenager, I tried many times and was unemployed all my life. He traveled all his life, selling words and helping friends for a living.
2, he is versatile, proficient in temperament, self-tuning, and rigorous in character. His works, such as the songs of Taoist white stone, are famous for their ethereal implication. Jiang Kui is good at poetry, prose, calligraphy and music, and is another rare artistic all-rounder after Su Shi.