1, Tang-Bai Juyi's Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake: I love the lack of eastward tour of the lake and the white sand embankment in the green shade of Populus davidiana.
2. Song-Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills": Where to wake up tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
3. Tang-Wang Zhihuan's Two Poems of Liangzhou Ci: Why should Qiangdi complain about the willow? The spring breeze is just like Yumenguan.
4, Qing-Gao Ding's "Village Residence": The grass grows in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
5, Tang-Li Bai's "I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left, Long Biaoyao has this letter": The bottom of the rules, Wendao Longdu five streams.
Extended data:
1, Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake
Tang-Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Translation:
Bypassing the north of Gushan Temple, strolling in the west of Jiagong Pavilion, the white clouds hang low at the beginning of the lake. Several warm trees that the oriole came out early competed for sunshine, and the new swallows were busy building nests and holding mud. Wild flowers will be dazzling when they are competing to open, and spring grass has just crossed the horseshoe before it grows tall. The beautiful scenery in the east of the favorite lake is unforgettable. Rows of willow trees pass through a white sand embankment.
2. "Yulin Ridge, Chilling and Sad"
Song-Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
Translation:
After autumn, the cicada's cry is so desolate and urgent. Facing the pavilion, a sudden rain has just stopped. Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, my eyes filled with tears and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat.
One journey after another, thousands of miles away, a wave of smoke, the dark night sky is endless. Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn. It's been a long time since I left each other, and people who love each other are no longer together. I think even if we meet fine weather and beautiful scenery, it just seems like nothing. Even if it is full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?
3. Two Liangzhou Ci Poems (Part One)
Don Wang Zhihuan
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
Translation:
The Yellow River seems to rush out from the white clouds, and Yumenguan is hanging alone in the mountains. Why do soldiers complain that willows don't sprout and spring breeze can't blow outside Yumen Pass?
4. Rural residence
Qing-Gao ding
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.