In the second year, the government will be harmonious and everything will flourish. It is to rebuild Yueyang Tower, add its old system, and engrave Tang Xian's poems on it, which belongs to writing. Guanfu Baling wins in Dongting Lake.
Take a distant mountain, swallow the Yangtze River, and make a vast soup, boundless; It's sunny in the morning and cloudy at night. This is the grand view of Yueyang Tower, which was prepared by predecessors. But the northern martial arts, the Antarctic Xiaoxiang, and the poets who moved abroad will all be here, and they will look at things well. If the husband rains heavily, even the moon can't be opened; Evil wind whistling, turbid waves emptying; The sun, moon and stars are hidden, and the mountains are hidden; Business travel is bad and ruined; Twilight, tigers roar and apes crow; When you go to the temple building, you are homesick, sad, sad and sad.
If it is spring, it is calm and the sky is high and the clouds are light; Sha Ou, travel, shore zhi, lush. Or the long smoke is exhausted, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, the light is shining, the static shadow is sinking, and the fishing songs are answered. How happy I am! If you go to the temple building, you will feel relaxed and happy, forget all the insults and leave the wine in the wind, which will make you feel happy.
Hey, honey! Is it to taste the heart of the ancient benevolent, or to do something different? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad for yourself, and live high in the temple, then worry about its people; If you stay away from the Jianghu, you will worry about your husband. Also worried about progress, but also worried about retreat; But when will you be happy? It must be said: worry about the world first, and then enjoy the world! Hey! Wes, who are we going home with?
2. Beautiful and short classical Chinese "Yueyang Tower"
In the spring of the fourth year, Li Qing stayed in Baling County. In the second year, the government will be harmonious and everything will flourish. It is to rebuild Yueyang Tower, add its old system, and engrave Tang Xian's poems on it, which belongs to writing. Guanfu Baling wins in Dongting Lake. Take a distant mountain, swallow the Yangtze River, and make a vast soup, boundless; It's sunny in the morning and cloudy at night. This is the grand view of Yueyang Tower, which was prepared by predecessors. But the northern martial arts, the Antarctic Xiaoxiang, and the poets who moved abroad will all be here, and they will look at things well. If the husband rains heavily, even the moon can't be opened; Evil wind whistling, turbid waves emptying; The sun, moon and stars are hidden, and the mountains are hidden; Business travel is bad and ruined; Twilight, tigers roar and apes crow; When you go to the temple building, you are homesick, sad, sad and sad. If it is spring, it is calm and the sky is high and the clouds are light; Sha Ou, travel, shore zhi, lush. Or the long smoke is exhausted, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, the light is shining, the static shadow is sinking, and the fishing songs are answered. How happy I am! If you go to the temple building, you will feel relaxed and happy, forget all the insults and leave the wine in the wind, which will make you feel happy. Hey, honey! Is it to taste the heart of the ancient benevolent, or to do something different? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad for yourself, and live high in the temple, then worry about its people; If you stay away from the Jianghu, you will worry about your husband. Also worried about progress, but also worried about retreat; But when will you be happy? It must be said: worry about the world first, and then enjoy the world! Hey! Wes, who are we going home with?
Translation:
In the spring of Li Qing's fourth year, Teng was demoted as the satrap of Baling. In the second year, political affairs went smoothly, people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and various waste businesses were established. So I rebuilt Yueyang Tower, expanded its old scale, carved poems of celebrities and modern people in the Tang Dynasty on it, and entrusted me to write an article to describe it.
I think all the beautiful scenery in Baling County is in Dongting Lake. It connects the distant mountains and breathes the water of the Yangtze River, which is boundless. It's sunny in the morning and cloudy at night. This is a magnificent scene of Yueyang Tower, which has been described in detail by predecessors. However, it leads to Wuxia in the north and Xiaoxiang in the south. Most of the exiled politicians and poets meet here, and the feelings caused by seeing natural scenery will probably be different, right?
Like a rainy day that doesn't clear up for months, the cold wind howls, the turbid waves rush to the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars hide their luster, and the mountains lurk and take shape; Businessmen and passengers couldn't move forward, the mast fell and the oars broke; It's getting dark at night, the tiger is growling and the ape is crying sadly. Climbing this building, you will feel exiled to Beijing, miss your hometown, worry about being vilified, and be afraid of being satirized. You will be filled with depression and feel extremely sad.
When the spring breeze is warm and sunny, the lake is calm and there are no stormy waves. The sky is even the lake, and Wan Li is green; Seagulls on the sandbar sometimes fly and sometimes stop, and colorful fish swim around (in the water); Caozhi on the shore and orchids on the mainland are lush. Occasionally, maybe the fog clears completely, and the bright moonlight pours thousands of miles, shining golden on the lake. The shadow of the moon reflected into the bottom of the water, like a piece of jade submerged in the water, and the fisherman sang me and you. This kind of fun (really) is endless! When you climb this building, you will feel open-minded, refreshed and forget all the honors and disgraces. Holding a glass and blowing a breeze is the joy of joy.
Alas! I have explored the minds of people with noble morality in ancient times, which may be different from the above two manifestations. Why? Not because of the external environment, happiness or sadness, nor because of your own mood. Worried about Shu Ren in the high temple (facing the DPRK); Being in the wild rivers and lakes (in the wild) is worrying about you. In this way, (they) are also worried about becoming an official in the DPRK and retiring to the rivers and lakes for the people. So when will you be happy? He will definitely say: "Trouble is in front of the world, and happiness is behind." . Ah! If there is no such person, who am I like?
Written on September 5, 2006/kloc-0.
3. Ask for a good-looking ancient prose. Tell me about the so-called blue shirt, which was crowned with three bunches. Now, some people are already proud of this singer ..... who is indifferent to flowers, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn.
I began to miss those colorless lives again. Like a love that consumes everything, it goes up and down.
Just left. Left early.
The only thing is that there are many feelings. Helpless.
The flowing water is melodious and the candlelight is melancholy. Sighing that white clothes are better than snow, grass grows and warblers fly.
Only three beams, blue force. I also want to ask who is the spring when white clothes win snow?
Flowers win spring, and butterflies dance for whom. The so-called literati have been in love with each other since ancient times, and there is no reason to lament that it is difficult to meet a bosom friend in autumn. From today on, there is a feeling of attachment. If the flowers are like water, when you look back, the years are still quiet. Then, Enron is a flower's smile to another flower, which makes the dust in my heart swing away and a breeze blows away the strange flower. In this way, my heart has no shore, and the world has no end. You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road opened to both ends. Who finally broke the string, the flower fell off his shoulder, how many beauties he lost, and how many pieces of acacia he broke, leaving only blood, tears and ink.
Autumn wind, through the dust, clouds, running water, silently, stay in the world of mortals, waiting for an agreement, the vast land is broken by a sword, where the prosperity falls. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even though others laugh at me and drink thousands of feet, it is hard to wave a wisp of affection in the quiet night.
Fragments of the past, into a lifetime of sorrow. Unforgettable, long-lasting thoughts are torn into silk thread.
I hate that I can't sleep at night, and my thoughts are scattered everywhere. I cut out a thin Leng Yue and remember it vividly, forming a continuous relationship. Tonight; Walking in the moonlight, let the past fly and fall on every string, touching the sound like a complaint.
Missing in the soft and broken arms filled the night, turned into a low voice, lingering into a thin sadness, hiding in a corner of the night, full of faint sadness, tears and lonely stars, broken dreams and cold clothes. Yan in the mirror, looking through the curtains under the thin moon, is full of sad expectations.
I always want to hide from your memories, return to the final peace, and calm my heart. However, at the moment of turning your head, you forgot the tenderness of the Millennium and planted an unforgettable injury for me in this life; If you are drunk, you will be drunk and have endless worries in this life.
Inside and outside the volume, every word is engraved in the heart, and only one song sings the same bottom. Autumn water is long, and the sun is like blood.
Looking back on the past, sadness and joy, laughing unparalleled, whispering dreams, light pity on the pillow, picturesque and like a dream. Your grace crossed my eyes, turned into a curtain dream, sprinkled on the soft moonlight night, gently provoked countless obstacles; In the past, all kinds of feelings were soft, but they still fell on the eyebrows, tender and lingering, and fragrant; Gentle and full of poetry, with the night, but leaving shallow tears to pick up a fragrance on the face, sprinkling a string of misty rain, the flowers are all over the world, drunk and fragrant, flowers and dust, infatuation has not changed.
Time is the carving knife of memory, carving the chapters of the years. Those painful but beautiful nicks often reflect the vague years, and the ripples of memories are like a gorgeous illusion ... bloom. Bloom is fragrant and bloom is gorgeous.
Looking back, the fleeting time sang the sadness of a place.
When I got it, it was bright and sad, and it was completed as a fallen flower silhouette. In every windy day, watching the wind sway in the years, let my thoughts drift by, and gradually become dull in a cup of faint tea fragrance.
Those pains that have settled in the years can be safely and gently poured on the fleeting picture. In the rainy south of the Yangtze River, you said I was the wind and I was the lotus.
Why doesn't the wind stay for me? Dancing stories, such as lotus flowers in the wrong year and season, only count the eyes of time in the eyes of a cup of tea. Looking back, love used to be before the flowers fell, and the flowers drifted away, and there was a faint fragrance in the spare place. Who's hurt? Looking back, love was once the life of Haixu, and the field changed, and the old vows were swallowed with the wind.
Cut the sky, a beautiful bay and a canoe, it will be an ancient painting. Tianshui is the same color, poetic and picturesque.
Whether she goes or not, her beauty has been born in her heart.
A song buried flowers, singing life and death; Two lines of lovesick tears, sighing. Bloom's meditation is like a dream. Time flies and elegant flowers bloom on the tree of time. Time has left a deep-rooted mark on the heart of time, and they met quietly.
About memory, deep or shallow; About missing, there are also strong and weak. Condense a drop of rain and listen to the smile of flowers; Touch a piano, let the clouds roll and relax.
When meeting, don't ask if it's robbery or fate. Butterflies are drunk with flowers, and flowers fly with the wind. Flowers dance and cry, flowers cry and petals fly. Bloom is grateful to whom the flowers are sad.
Looking back at the whole country, I smiled. The disabled are charming and colorful, but the Taoist priest has changed. I once said that I would have a fleeting time, but I can only recall your surprise when you look back. Facts have proved that everything is wrong, and I am very disappointed, and I am with me. The memory of shame opens a poem, an idea disappears, and a verse.
One word is incense, one is graceful and restrained, and the other is colorful dance and huachi. One night is like a lifetime, and one day has mixed feelings.
Subtle beauty and charm, smile and look back. The world of mortals rolled in a hurry, so I made another wish on the shore of Sanshengshi: I would like to be a stone bridge for 500 years, a wind blowing for 500 years, a sun exposure for 500 years and a rain beating for 500 years.
Just to wait for you to step on my foot in a certain month and time. In this life, I am you, forgetting the beauty of the Millennium.
You are my gaze for a thousand years. Although Qian Fan has passed away, I still miss you very much, as always.
You are my yearning for thousands of years in autumn water. Flowers turn into mud, lonely and self-flowing, a kind of yearning and a kind of desolation.
On the first day of the month, cool dew stained clothes, light cold hit the heart. The moon sinks in the west and the moon is full in the west wing. Where is Jun? Who and * * *? Who is an excuse, a casual gaze, leaving lingering tenderness in time, how can it be a manipulation of fate and die quietly; Who listened to the wind and thought it was a parting song, which stung the fleeting time in the palm print, and the beauty that passed away was not just missing.
On the world of mortals, who crossed my other shore, wandering around this ferry with the promise of previous lives, quietly waiting for the return of Iraqis. Helpless, Qian Fan, is not the person I want to wait for.
The world of mortals is a lonely flower after all. Like the smoke of the past, I don't know who fell in love with whom, just like the memory of a dream, I don't know who is waiting.
Say goodbye to you, don't ask what you hurt. How many bloom, a sigh, a little sadness in the diffuse. An accidental meeting is also an inevitable separation.
Maybe no one can choose, and whoever chooses is whose fault. Years, classics.