The whole poem is as follows:
Liu Guo of Tang Duoling
An Yuanji, the surname of Song Ban, begged Taoist Longzhou to give this "more sugar". With Liu Fuzhi, Liu Qufei, Zhan, Zhou Jiazhong, Chen, Meng Rong. So is August 5th.
Reed leaves are full of Tingzhou, and the cold sand zone is shallow. Twenty years have passed, South Tower. Liu Xia's mooring is not stable yet, but it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days.
The yellow crane broke the rock head. Have you ever been there? Old rivers and mountains are new troubles. I want to buy osmanthus with wine, but I don't like it.
The translation is as follows:
A group of friends got together in Anyuan Building. At the banquet, a singer surnamed Huang asked me to write a poem, and I wrote this article on the spot. It was August 5th.
The dead leaves of reeds fall all over the sandbars, and shallow cold water flows quietly on the beach. Twenty years have passed in a flash, and now I'm back in the old South Building. I hurried back to my hometown before the boat under the willow tree was tied. Because the Mid-Autumn Festival is in a few days.
Have old friends been to the dilapidated Yellow Crane Head? The desolate old mountains and rivers have added endless new worries. I want to buy osmanthus and go boating on the water with wine. But not as heroic as a teenager.
Appreciate:
"I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus with wine, unlike youth travel." In just three sentences, there are feelings, sights and sighs, which set off a kind of artistic conception of life. This artistic conception is very middle-aged. Although I was ambitious when I was young, I may not be able to do whatever I want. When I am old, I have good conditions in all aspects, and I have leisure time with flowers and wine, so I revisit my old place. However, it was not until this time that I suddenly discovered that what I couldn't remember was the enthusiasm and incisiveness of my youth. Life tastes very different. Middle-aged people mature, know how to chew the details of life, and know the precious memories that they once owned but never returned.