1. Ruan Langgui·The old fragrance and residual powder are like the original
Song Dynasty: Yan Jidao
The old fragrance and residual powder are like the original. Humanity is worse than hatred. There are still many running scripts in one spring. In autumn, the books are sparse.
The quilt is cold and the mandarin duck is alone. The sorrowful heart is waiting for wine to soothe it. Even if the dream soul exists, it will become empty. Nakan and Mengwu.
Translation
The fragrance of the old fragrant powder is as fragrant as before, but the feelings of the people have faded and they feel resentful. A few lines of letters came one spring, but in autumn the letters became sparse.
The embroidered phoenix quilt is cold, the mandarin duck pillow is lonely, and I am depressed and sad, just waiting for wine to soothe me. Even if the dream soul meets again, the meeting will become nothing. How can I bear that even wanting to have an illusory dream has no way out.
2. Poppy·Ji Gongdu
Song Dynasty: Shu Yu
The hibiscus falls to the sky and the water is filled, and the waves rise at dusk. The two swallows flying on my back stick to the cold clouds, looking alone towards the east bank of the small building and leaning against the lantern.
In the floating life, I only respect the old man before me, and the road to Chang'an is covered with snow. The old friend came to the high platform morning and evening to give me the spring scenery of the south of the Yangtze River and a branch of plum.
Translation
The lotus flowers have fallen all over the sky and are connected to the water, and the twilight is vast and the mist is rising with the wind. The two swallows flying apart clung to the cold clouds. I went up to the east side of the small building and leaned on the railing to watch.
In a short period of time, he was aging in drunkenness, and in the blink of an eye, heavy snow covered the capital road. Friends from far away will definitely come to the stage to gaze at me and send me a branch of Jiangnan spring plum.
3. Slow voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Xun Xun Mi Mi is deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
Translation
Looking hard, but only seeing deserted and deserted, how can it not make people miserable. It is most difficult to maintain and rest during the period when it is warm and then cold. How can you withstand the cold wind in the morning by drinking three or two glasses of light wine? A group of wild geese flew past my eyes, which was even more sad because they were all old acquaintances.
The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled all over the ground, and they are all haggard. Who is left to pick them now? How can I stay up until dark alone, guarding the window in silence? The drizzle was dripping on the sycamore leaves, and it was still dripping at dusk. How can such a situation be resolved with the word "sorrow"!
4. One of the four poems "Drinking Alone Under the Moon"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Toast a glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.
The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me.
While the moon is about to be shadowed, we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk. (Same Love, One Work: Love and Love)
We will never travel together without love, and we will meet again in Yunhan and Han.
Translation
I put a pot of fine wine among the flowers and drank it myself, without any relatives or friends around me.
I raise my glass to the sky, invite the bright moon, face my shadow, and we become three people.
The bright moon cannot understand the joy of drinking and drinking, and its shadow can only follow me silently.
For the time being, let’s be accompanied by the shadow of the bright moon, and take advantage of this spring night to have fun in time.
I recite poems, the moon wanders with me, my hands and feet dance, and the shadows follow me.
When I am sober, I share the joy with you, but when I am drunk, we go our separate ways.
I would like to form a friendship with them forever that will forget the pain, and meet by the misty Milky Way.
5. Drinking alone under the moon, four poems·Part 3
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
In March in Xianyang City, thousands of flowers look like brocade during the day.
Who can be sad in spring alone, he must drink for this.
Poverty and shortcomings are all given by nature.
One bottle combines life and death, and everything is difficult to judge.
After being drunk, I lost my world and suddenly found myself sleeping alone.
I don’t know that I am here, and this is the greatest joy.
Translation
In March in Chang'an City, the spring scenery is bright and the spring flowers are like brocade.
Who can be as sad as I am when spring comes, and all I can do is drink in this beautiful scenery?
Wealth, poverty and longevity are inherently different and each has its own talents.
There is no difference between life and death in the wine glass, not to mention that everything in the world has no final conclusion.
After being drunk, I lost the heaven and the earth and rushed towards Gu Zhen.
While intoxicated, I don’t know that I am still there. Where can I find this kind of happiness?