Author Su Shi? Song dynasty
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Don't think about it. Unforgettable A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Translation?
It's been ten years since you and I broke up, and we can't help missing each other. But it's hard to see each other after all. Lonely graves thousands of miles away, there is nowhere to tell the sadness in my heart. Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I am covered in dust and my temples are like frost. Last night, I returned to my hometown in my dream, at the window of the cabin. I'm dressing up.
You and I are silent and sad, only tears fall thousands of lines. The place where I expected to miss her in the past was on the bright moon night, on the short Songshan Mountain.
Second, five poems about leaving thoughts, and the fourth.
Author yuan Zhen? the Tang Dynasty
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Translation?
Once you have been to the seaside, there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan Mountain. Hurried through the flowers, too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly because you have had it.
Third, send three funeral songs. Second,
Author yuan Zhen? the Tang Dynasty
A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left. The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.
Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you. No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
Translation?
At that time, we joked about what was behind us; Today is a painful memory. You are running out of clothes before your death, charity; Only the needle and thread rice is still kept and can't be opened. I still cherish the old feelings and love your servant more; I dreamed about you, too, and sent you money. I sincerely know that everyone in the world has hatred for death; But we poor couples feel more sad about everything.
Fourth, half-dead children, everything is wrong.
Author he Zhu? Song dynasty
Go through the gate again and you'll be fine. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning. Old habitat and new growth. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?
Translation?
When I come to Suzhou again, I just feel that everything is wrong. Why can't my wife who came with me come with me? I seem to be a plane tree beaten by frost, half dead; Like a naked mandarin duck without a companion, lonely and tired. ?
Dewdrops on the green grass have just dried on the Yuan Ye. I wander in the bedroom where I used to live together, and I wander in the new grave on the ridge. Lying in an empty bed, listening to the biting wind and rain outside the window added a lot of sadness. Who will burn the midnight oil to mend my clothes in the future!
Five, before Chongyang Qinyuan Spring Ding Si
Author Nalan Xingde? Ching Dynasty
Three days before the Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream wore light makeup and plain clothes, holding hands and sobbing. Many words have been forgotten. However, there is a parting cloud: "I hope to hate the sky and the moon, but I will still pay a New Year call to Yuen Long every year." I don't know why I got this, because I didn't write a poem, but I felt endowed after I felt it.
It's so unlucky that it's fleeting. How can you forget it when you are depressed? Remember to blow red rain when the embroidered couch is idle; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore.
Find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected, and there will be frost in the future. It is a paradise on earth, the fate of the dust has not broken, and the spring flowers and autumn leaves are still hurting. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, Qian Sheng eaves rain, spectrum ileum.
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Three nights before the Double Ninth Festival, Ding Si dreamed that the dead woman was dressed in plain makeup and clothes, holding her hand and sobbing. The dead woman said too much to repeat, but when she left, she said, "I wish I could be in the sky and on the moon and still be with you once a year." The dead woman never learned to write poetry, and she didn't know how to make such a statement. When I wake up, I want to make a long tune.
Floating life is in a hurry and fleeting. In retrospect, how can you forget? I remember when the embroidery collapsed, I splashed tea with gambling books, blew flowers and chewed nuts, and leaned against the sunset in the corner of the carved fence. Now, the dream is hard to stay, there is no way to continue singing for the first time, and I can only cry when I am deeper. After waking up from my dream, the north wind blew, and my voice and face disappeared. It is no longer allowed to study it carefully.
Blue sky, yellow land, mountain pursuit, but he failed, in two places, found the person he was looking for. Tossing and turning all night, I got up in the Ming Dynasty and thought that your short hair would definitely add autumn frost. Even though heaven and earth are separated by yin and yang, the fate of dust is not over, and the mystery of the surviving people cannot be interrupted. Every beautiful moment spent together, spring flowers and autumn leaves will touch my sadness.
Unfortunately, with passionate feelings and haggard descriptions, Xun Ling has lost his former style. At this time, there was a melodious flute in the hospital, full of bitterness and unbearable.