A breathtakingly beautiful poem | How many old things in Penglai?
[How many old things in Penglai, looking back in vain, are full of smoke and dew. ]
The intestines are broken and the tears are hard to hold back. Acacia returns to the Little Red Building.
Interpretation:
The heart is broken and the tears are hard to hold back. With a feeling of lovesickness, I once again boarded the Little Red Building.
Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky·Ode to Generations"
Send you back to your old home, the bright moon is full of Qianchuan.
Interpretation:
I will send you back to your hometown tonight, with the moonlight covering the water in front of you.
Yang Jiong's "Send Off to Zhao Zong at Night"
The rice flowers for thousands of miles should be beautiful, and the tung leaves at the fifth watch have the best sound.
Interpretation:
I think of the plains thousands of miles away, and the rice that has drunk enough water must be green: so I feel that the rain on the fifth day of the night is beating on the sycamore trees. It's so beautiful.
Zeng Ji's "Su Xiudao Zhong"
The clouds behind the Qingshan Mountains are still there, and four or five peaks in the southeast are drawn.
Interpretation:
It is sunny after the rain, the mountains are green and the white clouds are floating leisurely. Looking to the southwest, the four or five green peaks are even more lush, like a freshly painted landscape painting.
Lang Shiyuan's "Southern View of Berlin Temple"
The frost wiped out the reed flowers and made their clothes wet with tears, and the white heads no longer leaned on the wood door.
Interpretation:
The desolate autumn frost destroyed the reed flowers, and I couldn’t help but shed tears of sadness; the old mother with white hair would never come to the door again, leaning on the chaimen and looking forward to me. Visited me.
Yugong's "Thinking of Mother"
So many old things in Penglai, looking back in vain, filled with mist.
Interpretation:
Looking back at the many love affairs between men and women, they have turned into wisps of smoke and disappeared at this moment.
Qin Guan's "The Courtyard is Full of Fragrance and the Mountains Are Wiped with Clouds"