1. "Plum Blossom" by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.
I know it’s not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming.
Translation: There are a few plum blossoms in the corner, braving the severe cold and blooming alone. From a distance, you can tell that the white plum blossoms are not snow, because the fragrance of plum blossoms is coming.
2. "Ode of Lime" by Yu Qian of the Ming Dynasty
Thousands of hammers carved out the deep mountains, and the fire burned them as if nothing happened.
Don’t be afraid of your bones being shattered into pieces, you must remain innocent in this world.
Translation: A stone quarried from the mountains after thousands of hammers, it treats the burning of raging fire as a very common thing. Even if you are broken into pieces, you have no fear, as long as you keep your noble moral integrity in the world.
3. "Ink Plum Blossoms" by Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty
The trees at the head of the pond where I wash inkstones all have flowers blooming with faint ink marks.
Don’t let others praise you for your good color, just flow pure Qi and fill the universe.
Translation: There is a plum tree beside the inkstone washing pond in my house, and the blossoming plum blossoms look like they are dyed with light ink. It does not need others to praise how beautiful the color is, it just wants to spread the fragrance between heaven and earth.
4. "Singing Cicadas/Singing Cicadas in Prison" by King Luo Bin of the Tang Dynasty
The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in Nanguan are thinking deeply. Unbearable to see the shadow on the temples, I came to sing to Bai Tou.
It is difficult to fly in due to heavy dew, and it is easy to sink due to the strong wind. No one believes in Gao Jie, who can express his sincerity?
Translation: In the late autumn, the cicadas keep chirping, and the sound of the cicadas carries my prisoner’s melancholy to a distant place. How could I endure this cicada flapping its black wings and chanting endlessly at my mop of white hair?
The autumn dew is so heavy that even if the cicada spreads its wings, it is difficult for it to fly high. The cold wind can easily drown out its song. Who can believe that Qiu Chan is so honest and upright? Who can defend me, an innocent and upright person?
5. "Bee" by Luo Yin of the Tang Dynasty
Whether it is on the flat ground or on the top of a mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied. ?
After harvesting the honey from hundreds of flowers, for whom does it work hard and for whom does it taste sweet?
Translation: Whether on the flat land or on the mountain peaks, the beautiful scenery is occupied by bees.
Bee, you collect all the flowers and turn them into nectar. Who do you work hard for, and who do you want to taste the sweetness?