Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Interpretation: Thumbelina has twenty-five strings, but even so, every string and syllable is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time. Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom. Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu.
The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls. Only then can Lantian in another place produce something as beautiful as smoke. Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
2. Witch hazel
Tang dynasty: anonymous
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth.
When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.
Interpretation: I advise you not to cherish luxurious dresses, and I advise you to cherish your youth. When the flowers are suitable for folding, we should fold them quickly. Don't wait for the flowers to wither before you break an empty branch.
3. Five thoughts (4)
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Interpretation: After experiencing the magnificent sea, the water elsewhere is no longer worth seeing. I am intoxicated in Wushan's dream of sex rain, and the scenery elsewhere is not called sex rain. Even among the flowers, I am too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly because you have had it.
4. Natural tea seeds are happy.
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.
Commentary: Last year's Lantern Festival, 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.
5. Hairpin Phoenix Red Crispy Hand
Song dynasty: Lu you
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo!
Interpretation: In your rosy and crisp hands, hold a cup full of yellow wine. The city is full of spring scenery, but you are as far away as the palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is, blowing the joy so thin. Full of sadness, life is bleak after leaving for a few years. In retrospect, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong!
Spring remains the same, but people are haggard and emaciated. Tears washed away the rouge on my face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms were blown off by the wind and sprinkled on cold ponds and pavilions. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!