Interpretation: Even with the exquisite lyrics of cardamom and the wonderful talent of singing the dream of a brothel, it is difficult to express the deep sadness at this moment.
This sentence is taken from Song: Jiang Kui's Yangzhou Man Huai Zuo Du Ming.
The original text is as follows:
Xi Chunbing applied to go to Japan and gave it to Wei Yang. At the beginning of the night snow, the wheat is looking forward to it. Entering the city, you will look around for depression, cold water is green, dusk is rising, and corners are sad. I feel sad from it and feel sorry for past lives, because I am watching this song. The old man in Yan Qian thinks there is a kind of sadness of "separation".
Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place with few saddles on the initial journey. Ten miles after the spring breeze. All the wheat is green. Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees by the pool and still hated talking about soldiers. Gradually dusk, clear the angle and blow the cold. All in the empty city. ?
It is not surprising that Du's reward is too heavy now. Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate. The 24th Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and Leng Yue is silent. After reading the red medicine by the bridge, you will know who you should live for every year. ?
The full text is translated as follows:
I passed by Yangzhou on the solstice of the winter of Xi Chun. It just cleared up after a night of snow. Looking around, there are grass and wheat everywhere. Entering Yangzhou, it is a depression, the river is green but cold, the sky is getting dark, and the bleak horn rings in the city. I was very sad and felt the changes in Yangzhou, so I created this work. Old man Yan Qian thinks that this word has the sad meaning of "millet separation".
Yangzhou has been a famous city on Huainan East Road since ancient times. There is a tourist attraction called Zhuxi Pavilion. When I first arrived in Yangzhou, I dismounted and lived here. At that time, the spring breeze was ten miles and the streets were bustling. Now only green buckwheat is lonely and pitiful. Since the nomads from the Jin army invaded the Yangtze River valley, even abandoned ponds and ancient trees are reluctant to mention that hateful war. As dusk approaches, the cold horn has sounded, echoing in this desolate and broken empty city.
Du Mu once praised Yangzhou with beautiful poems. If he comes again today, he will be frightened by your shit. Even with the exquisite literary talent of cardamom and the wonderful talent of singing the dream of a brothel, it is difficult to express the deep and sad mood at this moment. Twenty-four Bridges are still intact, waves are rippling down, and Leng Yue is lonely in a bend. I miss the beautiful red peony by the bridge. I don't know who to thank every year, and I don't know who to live for.