1. "Nan Gezi·The Stars in the Sky Turn"
Author: Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
The stars in the sky turn around, and the curtains on earth hang down. Liang Sheng's pillow is stained with tears. I got up and took off my clothes and asked, "How is the night?"
The green lotus pods are small, and the gold-pinned lotus leaves are sparse. Old weather and old clothes. Only the feelings are not the same as the old home.
Translation: In the sky, the Milky Way keeps rotating and the stars move around, but the curtains of the human world hang motionless and low. The pillow mat became colder, more tears flowed, and it became wet. He slept in his clothes, woke up, took off his silk coat, and immediately asked: "When is the night?"
This Luo Yi has been worn for many years, and the lotus pods embroidered with green silk thread have become become smaller; the lotus leaves embroidered with gold thread lose color and become thin and sparse. Every time it is cool in autumn, I always return this Luo Yi. Only people's mood is not as comfortable as before.
2. "Rewarding for a Journey to an Autumn Night"
Author: Han Hong of the Tang Dynasty
The long mat is facing the wind early, and the empty city is filled with moonlight. There is a wild goose in the autumn of the star river, and thousands of families are at night with anvils and pestles.
Looking at the festival time should be late, and lying down during the heart period should be credited. I have always recited beautiful sentences, but I didn't realize that I was already singing crows.
Translation: The slender bamboo branches welcomed the autumn wind early, and the faint moonlight filled the empty city. A swan goose flew towards the Milky Way, and in the silent night, the sound of anvil pounding clothes from thousands of households could be heard. The seasons are passing by quickly, and autumn and winter are already here in a blink of an eye. In my idle time, I have unresolved thoughts in my heart. I recited your beautiful verses over and over again, and before I knew it was getting dark, I heard the crows crowing.
3. "Inscribed on Qingcao Lake, Longyang County"
Author: Tang Gong of the Yuan Dynasty
The west wind blew the old Dongting waves, and the king of Xiang had many white hairs overnight.
After being drunk, I don’t know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars.
Translation: The autumn wind blows strongly, and the water of Dongting Lake seems to have aged a lot. After a night of melancholy and thought, Mr. Xiang also has more gray hair. After getting drunk, I forgot that the stars in the water were just reflections. In a clear dream, I was lying on the Milky Way.
4. "Rain and Clear"
Author: Chen Yuyi of the Song Dynasty
The sky is lacking, the southwest river is clear, and the clouds are motionless and the small beach is horizontal. The words on the wall say the magpie's clothes are still wet, and the thunder outside the building has not subsided.
Take all the coolness for a stable sleep, and search for strange sentences to report the new weather. Tonight, no one will win, I will lie down and look at the stars, my mind will be clear.
Translation: The blue sky appears in the southwest and reflects the clear water of the river, just like there is a faint cloud in the blue sky on the small beach lying on the river. The magpie flew up on the wall and screamed joyfully. Its feathers were still wet, and the remnants of thunder continued to be heard in the distance outside the building. Take advantage of the coolness after the thunderstorm to have a good sleep, and quickly recite a few strange poems to repay the new sunshine after the rain. It's a pity that no one came to enjoy such a charming night, so I just wanted to lie down and watch the Milky Way until dawn.
2. "The Proud Fisherman: The Sky Connects the Clouds and Waves and the Dawn Mist"
Author: Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
The sky connects the clouds and waves and the dawn fog, and the stars are about to turn Thousand sails dance. It's like the dream soul returns to the emperor's home. Hearing Tian's words, he asked me diligently where I was going.
I reported that the road was long and the sun was setting, and I learned some amazing poems. Ninety Thousand Miles Wind Peng is doing his best. When the wind stops, the boat blows away the three mountains!
Translation: The water and the sky meet, and the morning fog covers the clouds and waves. The Milky Way is about to turn, and thousands of sails are drifting like shuttles along the waves. The dream soul seems to have returned to heaven, and the emperor of heaven has sent a message to invite him. Yinqin asked: Please tell me where I am going to go. I reported back to the Emperor of Heaven and said: The journey is long, and I lamented that it was not too early for the sun to set. Learning to compose poetry is in vain if you have some wonderful lines that people praise you for. Ninety thousand miles in the sky, the roc soars high into the sky. Wind! Don't let it stop. It will carry my boat directly to the Penglai Islands.