There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
Interpretation of the vernacular: there is moonlight in Chang' an city, and thousands of families are smashing clothes. The autumn wind blows clothes, and everyone misses the border guards. When can I quell the border war and let my husband end his expedition?
2,' Looking at Jiangnan Wash and Dress' Tang Dynasty: Wen.
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river.
Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear. Broken-hearted Baipingzhou.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: After washing and grooming, I boarded Wangjiang Tower alone, leaned against the pillar and stared at the surging river. Thousands of ships passed by, and none of the expected people appeared. The afterglow of the sun is lovingly sprinkled on the river, and the river flows slowly, and the yearning heart lingers on that Baipingzhou.
3. in my heart forever Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling.
A young woman in the boudoir will never be sad; Spring came dressed up and boarded Chui Building alone.
Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have asked my husband to find Hou Feng.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Young women in boudoir never have the worry of lovesickness and parting. On a bright spring day, she dressed herself up and climbed a tall building. Suddenly, when I saw the spring scenery of willows on the roadside, I felt blue. She regretted that she shouldn't have let her husband join the army.
4,' Dianjiang Lip Boudoir Thinking' Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender.
Xichun. When will it rain?
Leaning over, just not in the mood.
Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: In the late spring, endless loneliness in the boudoir is flooding in, but this inch of tenderness has to accommodate countless sorrows. The more we cherish spring, the easier it will pass away. The sound of falling rain urges us to turn red and return home. In this lonely late spring, every inch of acacia has withered, even if the spring is beautiful, it is also ruthless. Whispered: "My love, where are you?" There is only an endless decadent grassland in front of us, paved with a path that lovers must take.
Fifth,' Gentlemen Serve the Pre-Qin: Anonymous
Husband's service is far away, and the length of service is difficult to measure. I don't know where it is.
The chickens have entered the nest, the sun is setting, and sheep and cattle are descending the hillside. My husband is serving in the distance. How can I think of him?
My husband hates the service from afar every day. I don't know when we can get together.
Chickens are on the shelves, the sun is gradually setting, and cattle and sheep are going home from the mountain. Husband is serving in the distance, I hope it's not hungry!
Vernacular explanation: the husband served in a distant place, and the length of service was incalculable. I don't know where he went. Chickens have entered the nest, the sun has set, and cattle and sheep have flocked down the hillside. My husband is serving in a far away place. How can I not think of him? My husband served in a distant place, hating every day and hating every month. I don't know when to get together. Chickens have been put on the shelves, the sun is gradually setting in the west, and cattle and sheep go home from the mountain. My husband is serving in a distant place. I hope he is not hungry!