One of the eighty-two poems about memory.
Can't sleep at night,
Sit up and play the piano.
Look at the bright moon with a thin curtain,
The breeze blows on my chest.
Lonely flood, outfield,
Birds are singing in the northern forest.
What will you see when you walk?
Worry and be sad alone.
Text note:
1. Huaishi is the general theme of Ruan Ji's poems all his life, which can't be achieved overnight. Most of them write about life feelings, but they also say that life's fate is impermanent and life is limited, and they need to get rid of the circle of opportunities and be broad-minded. At that time, there was also criticism of politics, but it was written in a very obscure way.
② I can't sleep in the middle of the night, so I sit up and play the piano: These two sentences are translated from a poem in RoyceWong's Seven Wounded Poems: "You can't sleep alone at night, but play the piano with clothes on." It means that I can't sleep in the middle of the night because of sadness, so I get up and play the piano. Night, night, midnight.
See the bright moon through the thin curtains: the bright moonlight shines through the thin curtains. Take a look. Thin curtains, thin curtains.
4 fragrant bird: a kind of bird that flies and hovers. Birds fly at night because of the bright moon.
⑤ Forest of Steles: The Book of Songs Qin Feng Morning Wind: You are the morning wind, and you are depressed in the forest of steles. If you don't see a gentleman, you are worried about Qin Qin. Anyway, forget me a lot! " Later generations often use the word "forest of steles" to express sadness.
6: Singing and wailing.
Poetry translation 1
Can't sleep at night.
Get up and sit down and play the piano.
The moonlight shone on the thin curtains.
The breeze blows the skirt.
Lonely Hong wailed in the wild.
Birds flying and circling in Beilin are singing.
What do you see when you wander around?
Everything is a sad sight.
two
It's late at night, but I still can't sleep (why on earth). Just get up and play a tune and pour out my thoughts (Ruan Ji is good at piano).
How can that thin curtain block the green light of the bright moon! Alas, it's just that the night wind gently blows my skirt (the author's melancholy can be seen here).
In that vast Yuan Ye, there came the cry of lonely geese (the author must be very lonely at the moment), and birds started singing in the northern Woods.
Wandering in the yard for a long time, it seems that I didn't see anything. In fact, my own loneliness made me feel a little sad.