time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
2. "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon" —— Li Yu
When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon? What do you know about the past?
last night, there was an easterly wind in the small building, so it was hard for my country to look back at the moon and the moon.
Carved fences and jade carvings should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.
how worried can you be? Just like a river flowing eastward.
3. a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home-Cen Can
the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.
is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy.
bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, it's hard to protect your iron clothes.
the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, the gloom is bleak and Wan Li is condensed.
but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps.
till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind.
we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road.
and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints.
4, "The Cottage is Broken by Autumn Wind"-Du Fu
The high wind howled in August, rolling up the triple grass on my house.
Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled on the outskirts of the river. The tall one hung a long forest tip, and the lower one floated to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bullied me, and I was old and weak. I could bear to be a thief opposite, and openly carried the wool into the bamboo.
I can't breathe when my lips are burning and my mouth is dry. When I come back, I sigh.
in a moment, the wind will set the clouds and ink color, and in autumn, the desert will turn dark.
the cloth is as cold as iron for many years, and the charming child is lying down and cracking.
there is no dry place at the head of the bed, and the foot of the rain is like hemp.
what's the point of getting wet after a long night?
There are tens of millions of spacious buildings in Ande, which is a great shelter for all the poor people in the world to be happy and calm!
ouch! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, I will freeze to death alone!
5, "the rain is ringing, chilling and sorrowful"-Liu Yong
is chilling and sorrowful, staying late for the Changting, and the shower begins to rest.
When everyone drinks in the tent, they miss the place, and the blue boat urges them to send.
Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked.
when I think about it, it's a thousand miles away, and the dusk is heavy.
Affectionate feelings hurt parting since ancient times, which is even worse than snubbing the Qing Autumn Festival!
where will you wake up tonight? Fear is only the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the waning of the waning of the waning moon.
this past year should be a good time and a good scene.
even though there are thousands of customs, who should I talk to?
6, "it is hard to go I"-Li Bai
pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, Yupanzhen is ashamed of ten thousand dollars.
I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain.
I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, the Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun.
it is hard to go! Journeying is hard Don't go astray! Whither today.
I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.
7, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"-Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.
sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently.
the wild trails are all dark, and the river boats are all bright.
if you look at the red and wet place, flowers will weigh heavily on Jinguan City.
8.
Spring Day —— Zhu Xi
wins the day to explore the waterfront, and
the boundless scene is new for a while.
If you take it easy, you will know the east wind.
All colors are always spring.
9, "January Day"-Wang Anshi
In the sound of firecrackers, one year old is removed,
Spring breeze warms Tu Su.
Every day,
new peaches are always replaced with old ones.
1, "Boarding Guazhou"-Wang Anshi
Guazhou in Jingkou is a water room,
Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan.
When will the bright moon shine on me?
11. Farewell to Fu De Gu Yuan Grass-Bai Juyi
boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season.
wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind.
sweet they press on the old high-road, and reach the crumbling city-gate.
o Prince of Friends, you are gone again, I hear them sighing after you.
12, "Sauvignon Blanc, A Journey to the Mountain"-Nalanxingde
A journey to the mountain, a journey to the water, and a trip to the Yuguan side.
a thousand lights at night.
when the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of homesickness cannot be shattered.
there is no such sound in my hometown.
13. farewell to vice-prefect du setting out for his official post in shu-Wang Bo
by this wall that surrounds the three Qin districts, through a mist that makes five rivers one.
we bid each other a sad farewell, we two officials going opposite ways.
and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.
why should you linger at the fork of the road, children * * * with towels.
14. "Chanting Willow"-He Zhizhang
Jasper is dressed as a tree, and
ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves.
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
15. a mooring under north fort hill-Wang Wan
under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water.
until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail.
...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets.
at last I can send my messengers? Wildgeese, homing to Loyang.
16. "Butterfly Lovers, Taking a Close Look at the Dangerous Building"-Liu Yong
Taking a Close Look at the Dangerous Building. Looking forward to the spring sorrow, the sky is dark.
in the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who understands why mutely on the rails I lean?
I'm going to get drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless.
I won't regret it if my belt widens gradually. It's worthwhile growing languid for my coquette.
17, "the fisherman flies in front of mount cisse"-Zhang Zhihe
the egrets fly in front of mount cisse, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat.
green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't need to return.
18. Drunk Book of Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th —— Su Shi
Dark clouds turned over the ink and failed to cover the mountain, while white rain jumped into the boat.
the wind comes and blows away, and the water looks like the sky below the lake.
19, "Jiangnan Spring"-Du Mu
Thousands of miles of yingti are green and red, and the water village is full of wine flags.
Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties are covered in misty rain.
2. Watching Mowing Wheat-Bai Juyi
In May, people are twice as busy as the family.
at night, when the south wind comes, the wheat turns yellow.
the mother-in-law pays for food, and the child carries the kettle pulp.
She goes with Xiang Tian, and Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
it's full of rustic heat, and my back is burning in the sun.
I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is a poor woman again, holding her son by her side.
Her right hand holds the ear and her left arm hangs over the basket.
it's sad to hear what they care about.
I've lost all my taxes, so I'll take this to satisfy my hunger.
what merits do I have today? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry.
Li Lu has three hundred stones, and Yan has surplus grain at the age of 3.
I feel ashamed of this privately, and I can't forget it every day.