Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
Translation:
Who feels sad alone in the west wind and can't bear to look at the rustling yellow leaves and close the porch window? In the independent house, the setting sun shines obliquely, immersed in memories of the past.
Take a nap after drinking, spring scenery is leisurely, gambling in the boudoir, and the skirt is full of tea. I once had a happy memory, which was only the most common at that time, but things are different now.
2. Wild Huai
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
Several times, I sat under the flowers and played the flute, and the red wall of Han Yin looked into the distance.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
The lingering thoughts are exhausted, and the heart is peeling bananas.
In March and May of 1935, that poor glass of wine not fade away.
Translation:
How many times have I sat under the flowers and sucked? The red wall of the Milky Way is so far away to me.
The star in front of me is not the star of last night. Who did I stand in the wind for all night?
The lingering feelings are like silkworms, and the wandering heart is like a peeled banana.
Recalling the scene of a full moon night when she was fifteen, it's a pity that this cup of wine in my hand can't eliminate the sadness in my heart.
Jiang still remembers the dream he had on the 20th day of the first month.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose. (heartbreak: heartbreak)
Translation:
It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you, but it's still hard to forget. Lonely graves are thousands of miles away, and there is nowhere to tell the sadness in my heart. Even if you meet me, I'm afraid you won't recognize me. Running around is dusty and icy.
I went back to my hometown in my dream last night and saw you dressing in front of the mirror at the small window. You and I are speechless, only tears fall thousands of lines. I think you break your heart for me every year, on that cold moonlit night, in that lonely dwarf pine mountain.
4. The balcony of Hou Meng in Linjiang County is locked high.
Song: Yan
After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking. When hatred came last spring. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
Late at night, I dreamed that the door on the balcony was locked, and the curtains hung heavily after I woke up. When last year's spring resentment came to mind, people were faint and independent in the falling flowers, and swallows were flying in the breeze and drizzle. I remember the first time I saw Xiaoping, and when I came back, she was a colorful figure. Pipa playing committee pour out lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was still there, and it once returned with her colorful figure.
5, raw tea Yuan Xi
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit.
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes. (Tears Wet: A Work: Full)
Translation:
During the Lantern Festival last year, the flower market was brightly lit.
After dusk, at the time of the willow tip on the moon, I met a beautiful woman
On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
Never see last year's old friend again, acacia tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt.