The lost ancient poems are described as follows:
1. One slip of the foot makes an everlasting regret, and then look back for a hundred years.
2. The past is empty and still like a dream.
3. and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.
4. Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir.
5. When you look back on sadness, you will remember the past, and the triumphant wind will blow all the thorns into a salary.
[ Source]:
1. "One short step makes a long-lasting regret, and then look back for a hundred years." From Wei Zian's Flowers and Moons in Qing Dynasty.
2. "The past is empty and still like a dream." From Li Yu's "Midnight Song". ?
3. "and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew." It's from Jinse by Li Shangyin.
4. "Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart stays awake at night." From Li Shangyin's Chang 'e.
5. "When you look back on sadness, you will remember the past, and the triumphant wind will blow all the thorns into a salary." It's from Su Shi's "Hu Wanfu's mother and Mrs. Zhou's elegy".
[ interpretation]? :
1. One short step makes a long-lasting regret, and then look back for a hundred years. Metaphor once you make a serious mistake or fall, it will become a final regret.
2. The past is empty and still like a dream. It means that things are not yesterday, people are not then, and the joy and glory of the past can only be reproduced in dreams, but this kind of reproduction can only bring the author infinite sorrow and sorrow, so when he wakes up, he is filled with emotion and tears.
3. and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew. These feelings can still be recalled today, but at that time they made people feel melancholy and confused.
4. Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir. I'm afraid Chang 'e in the Moon Palace regrets stealing Houyi's elixir of life. Now only the blue sky and blue sea accompany her with a lonely heart every night.
5. When you look back on sadness, you will remember the past, and the triumphant wind will blow all the thorns into a salary. Now there is nothing, and the wind is only a memory.