Many people are superior to heaven, and heaven can win people.
-(stone)
The strong take people, and the weak take god.
—— (Liu Tang Zongyuan)
Bad luck, bad luck. Feng Tang is easy to get old, but Li Guang is hard to seal.
-"Wang Boteng Pavilion Preface"
First, "quatrains"
Song ding
When you swim to Kongtong Lake, thousands of poems and books turn into fools. You can't find a place to get it, and you don't have to work hard to get it.
Translation:
Visiting Taoist priests from Kongtong Mountain came to the edge of Hunan, and the more they read thousands of poems, the more stupid they felt.
Poetic inspiration that can't be found in iron shoes can be obtained without much effort in practice.
Second, the "operator"
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Seeing Bao Haoran off to the east of Zhejiang is a passing sight, and the mountain is an eyebrow. If you want to ask pedestrians where to go, your eyebrows are shining.
Take the spring water and send you back. If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring.
Translation:
There is a broken bridge outside the post station, and the plum blossoms bloom alone, and no one asks. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, sad enough, but destroyed by wind and rain.
Plum blossoms don't want to try their best to compete for favor, and they don't care about the jealousy and rejection of flowers. Even if it withers, grinds into mud and turns to dust, plum blossoms still exude a faint fragrance as always.
Third, spring night.
Song sushi
Spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
The sky is green and the sun and the moon are bright.
Translation:
Spring night is more precious because it is short. The flowers exude a faint fragrance, and the moonlight casts a dim shadow under the flowers. Deep in the balcony, rich people are still singing and dancing, and gentle songs and wind music are scattered in the intoxicating night from time to time. The night is already deep, and the yard with swings is quiet.
Fourth, "recent love"
Song Li Zhiyi
Everything is a dream. I once told Handan and the pillow teacher. Who can live to be a hundred years old? In the meantime, you will know how worried you are.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one. With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
Translation:
I live at the source of the Yangtze River, and Jun lives at the end of it. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, but I drink the water from the Yangtze River. When will the endless river dry up and the bitterness of parting stop? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine and will not live up to my infatuation.