1, Lian Shen.
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
Deep courtyard quiet, small courtyard empty, intermittent cold anvil, intermittent wind.
But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain.
Translation:
The autumn wind brings cold anvil sounds, which is particularly vivid in the small courtyard. In the middle of the night, the moonlight and the sound of anvil penetrated into the curtains, which made people think of recruiting people outside and evoked endless lovesickness. Therefore, I can't sleep at night and my mind is full of worries.
2. Fold willow/practice scholar willow.
Tang Dynasty: Juyuan Yang
I'll bother you to fold one at once.
Only the spring breeze knows how to cherish it best, and still holds the trunk that I have left affectionately.
Translation:
Walking by the river, the willows by the river droop like delicate wine bars, which reminds me of a walking person's reluctance, so I stopped to dismount. Please help me to fold a willow when I bid farewell.
Only the spring breeze knows how to cherish it best, and still blows enthusiastically to Yang Liuzhi, who left the trunk in my hand.
3, practice, hope to return to books.
Song Dynasty: He Zhu
The distance is far, and the posts are sparse. Attached with clothes lined with iron. I might as well dream all night often, but I hope to have a book home during the New Year.
Translation:
The front of the struggle against the enemy is far away, and the post stations for delivering documents are extremely rare. Hurry up and send the finished clothes to my husband to wear. Only in dreams can you see your loved ones many times. I only hope that winter will go and spring will come, and I can get a reply from my relatives.
4. Yu Jie Xing Qiu nostalgia.
Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan
The fallen leaves are fragrant. Rolling up the brocade curtain of pearl string, the magnificent castle is empty, only the sky is faint, and the milky head is sprinkled on the earth. Every night, we can see the tulle moon, but the one we love is thousands of miles away. Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine.
Wine has no entrance, but it turns into bitter tears. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape.
Translation:
Miscellaneous leaves fall on the fragrant stone steps. When the second night was still silent, the sound of fallen leaves added to the coolness of autumn. Roll up the brocade curtain made of pearls, and the magnificent pavilions are empty, only to see the sky is dark and the head of the Milky Way hangs down to the earth. Every year tonight, you can see the bright moon. Every year tonight, your sweetheart is thousands of miles away.
My heart is broken, and it is hard to get drunk if I want to drown my sorrows in wine. The wine has not yet entered the mouth, but it first turns into bitter tears. It was late at night, and the lights were broken and flickering, so I had to lean on my pillow and talk about sleeping. This endless loneliness really makes people taste like loneliness. There is still a long way to go to wait for this difficult period. Although I am sad all day and have a lot of emotions, I can't get rid of it.
5. Qiu Hong Xunyang was at the scene.
Yuan Dynasty: Zhou Deqing
Wanli Yangtze River is as white as practice, and Hu Aishan Mountain is as green as a lake.
Fan Jiang is like an arrow, and the mountain spring thousands of feet flies like electricity.
Sunset dew, new moon learning fan.
The word Saihong comes like a line.
Translation:
The Yangtze River flowing in Wan Li is like a white silk; A few spots on the other side seem to be stained with cyan pigment, which is the distant mountain of Huaidi. Several white sails flew across the river like arrows.
On the nearby mountain, a long spring water flows down like electricity. The sky is getting dark, and the clouds in the twilight are hard to distinguish, as if they had become dew all over the place. A crescent moon hangs high in the sky like a fan. Approaching, approaching, the horizontal line of "one" is lined up in the air, which is a wild goose flying from the north.