Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Yu Li
Original text:
When is the moon in spring and autumn? What do you know about the past!
The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
Translation:
When will spring flowers and autumn moon end? How much do you know about the past!
The east wind of spring blew from the small building last night, and I couldn't bear to look back in the moonlight and miss my hometown.
Carefully carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the scarlet color has changed.
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
A bell ringing in the rain
Liu Yong
Original text:
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and it is even worse to neglect the clear autumn festival. Where can I wake up tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Translation:
After autumn, cicada is so sad. Facing the pavilion, it is evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Drinking wine in the farewell tent outside the Bianjing city gate is not in a good mood. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board were already urging me to start. Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat. Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention this cold and desolate autumn, how can this sadness of leaving stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid there are only Liu 'an, the biting morning wind and the waning moon at dawn. After a long time, (people who love each other are no longer together,) I estimate that even if there is good weather and good scenery, it will be the same as nothing. Even if you are full of affection, who will you tell?
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia
Su Shi
Original text:
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
Translation:
The Yangtze River flows eastward, the waves are rolling, and the heroes of the ages are gone. On the west side of Laoying, people say it was Zhou Yu's (fighting) Red Cliff in the Three Kingdoms period. The steep and uneven rock wall goes straight into the sky, and the big waves beat against the river bank, stirring up piles of snow-white spray. As picturesque as the mountains and rivers, how many heroes gathered in that era.
Looking back at Zhou Yu, Xiao Qiao just married him. He is young, promising, powerful and brave. Feather fan in hand and black silk scarf, the battleship of nemesis was burned to ashes in laughter. (at this moment), (I) miss the old things in the Three Kingdoms, and I should laugh at my sentimentality, because my hair has turned white. Life is like a dream. I'd better pour a glass of wine in memory of the bright moon on the river!
Yongyule Jingkou Gu Bei Pavilion Nostalgia
Xin Qiji
Original text:
Throughout the ages, heroes can't find Sun Zhongmou. Dancing in the pavilion, singing on the platform, wind and rain always blow away romantic feelings. The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived. Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground!
However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou. Looking back, there is a crow club drum under the beaver temple! Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat?
Translation:
Great rivers and mountains will always exist, but there is nowhere to find a hero like Sun Quan. At that time, the song stage, bustling scenes and heroic deeds were all blown away by the wind and rain of history and passed by with time. The setting sun shines on the lonely and desolate ordinary streets and lanes, and people say that this is the place where slaves once lived. Looking back at that time, Emperor Wu of Song led his troops to the Northern Expedition, with sharp weapons, well-equipped and imposing manner, and drove the enemies entrenched in the Central Plains back to the North in one fell swoop.
Emperor Wen of the Southern Song Dynasty (son of Emperor Wu of Song) went on an expedition to the North during the Yuanjia period. He wants to seal the wolf in Xushan again and make contributions. As a result of his hasty engagement, he finally looked back at his pursuers and panicked. Forty-three years later, looking far north, I still remember that there are bonfires everywhere in Yangzhou. It's hard to recall the past. In front of the beaver temple of the late Wei emperor in the occupied area, cigarettes are wrapped around, filled with the sound of chickens and the drums of social days! Who will ask: money is quite old, how is your appetite?
Yangzhou man
Original text:
Cherish the Spring Bing Xin Day and give it to Wei Yang. At the beginning of the night snow, the wheat is looking forward to it. Entering the city, you will look around for depression, cold water is green, dusk is rising, and corners are sad. I feel sad and sad. Because of this song, the old man Yan Qian thinks there is sadness in "millet separation".
Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place with few saddles on the initial journey. Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green. Since Huma and peeping at the river, I abandoned the trees in the pond and still talk about soldiers tirelessly. It's getting late and everything is empty.
It is not surprising that Du's reward is too heavy now. Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate. The 24th Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and Leng Yue is silent. After reading the red medicine by the bridge, you will know who you should live for every year!
Translation:
Yangzhou is a famous metropolis east of Huaihe River. It's a beautiful residence in Zhuxi Pavilion. Taking off the saddle and staying less is the initial journey. After the spring breeze blows all over Yangzhou for ten miles, shepherd's purse and wheat are green. Since the nomads from the Yangtze River invaded and retreated, they abandoned the pond garden and cut it. So far, they still hate talking about the battles of the old days. The weather is getting dusk, and the bleak corners are blowing cold, all in Yangzhou after the robbery.
Du Mu has a good taste, and I expect him to be surprised when he comes here again today. Even if the word "cardamom" is exquisite, the poetry of brothel dream is also very good, and it is difficult to express deep feelings. Twenty-four Bridge is still there, but the river under the bridge is mighty, and Leng Yue is silent everywhere. I miss the red peony by the bridge, but I know who it blooms for every year!
Slow voice
Li Qingzhao
Original text:
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are all over the ground, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Translation:
I am alone in my humble room, looking for something in the east and the west, but everything in the past was lost in the turmoil, and I can't find it anymore. There is only a cold and cheerless environment in front of us (there is nothing in the empty room, and there is a depressed autumn scenery outside); This kind of environment has caused inner sadness, so the feelings of sadness, pain and sadness come together and are unbearable. Especially in the autumn when it is suddenly hot or suddenly cold, it is the most difficult to maintain. A few glasses of thin wine can't resist the cold wind and chill at night. Looking up at the sky, I saw the geese passing by, recalling the lines sent to my husband, Zhao Mingcheng. I once imagined that geese would send books and exchange messages, but now that her husband is dead, no one can send letters. I saw the geese coming and going, and I remembered the words between the lines. The geese are old friends, which made me even more sad. The ground is full of scattered yellow flowers, withered and withered. Now who can pick it with me (after all, there is nothing to pick)! How easy it is to look out of the window all day, lonely and dark! At dusk, it began to rain in Mao Mao, a little bit, dripping on the leaves of the plane, making a heartbreaking sound. How can these situations be described by a word "worry"!