Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: after living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, I will hear apricot blossoms in the depths of the alley in the morning.
2, autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. —— From Li Shangyin's Fall in Love with the Rockfall Pavilion and Visit Cui Yong and Cuizhou in the Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The crisp sky clouds in autumn have not dispersed for days, and the season of frost flying is also late. Leave the withered lotus leaves on the ground and listen to the bleak rain in the middle of the night.
3. Listen to the wind and rain. Worried about grass and flowers. In front of the building is a dark road with a touch of willow and an inch of tenderness. In the cold spring, I was drinking wine, and I dreamed of singing warblers. -From the Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying's "The Wind Into the Pine, Listening to the Wind and Listening to the Rain"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: listening to the bitter wind and rain, living a clear and lonely life alone. Flowers buried everywhere, I am full of sadness to draft the inscription of buried flowers. The place where I said goodbye in front of the building is now a dense shade. Every wisp of willow has tenderness. It's chilly in spring, and I'm drinking alone, trying to reunite with the beauty through my dream, but I'm awakened by Yingying's song.
4. Teenagers are listening to rain songs upstairs. The red candle is weak. Listening to the rain on the boat in the prime of life. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listen to the rain monk Lu. The temple is full of stars. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless. Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn. ? -From Song Jie Jiang's Girl Listening to the Rain.
Vernacular translation: When I was a child, I listened to the rain on the rostrum, lit red candles in the dim light and hung a light curtain. Middle-aged people, on a boat in a foreign country, are watching the drizzle, the vast river, the water and the sky, the west wind, and a lonely goose that has lost its flock moans.
Now, people are old, with white hair on their temples, and they are alone at the monk's house, listening to the drizzle. The experience of life's joys and sorrows is ruthless, so let the rain drop by drop on the steps until dawn.
5, the screen sits on the temples, and the crimson wax shines. Jingzhou has changed for many years, suddenly listening to the spring rain and remembering Jiangnan. -From Yuan Dynasty: Yu Ji's Listening to the Rain
The poet with sparse sideburns sat alone between the screens, and the red candle gave off swaying light and shadow, shining on his drunken and hazy face. After many years in Beijing, my temperament changed greatly. Suddenly I heard the sound of spring rain, which reminded me of my hometown Jiangnan.