Interpretation of the vernacular: The two died for a lifetime and were isolated for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -From the Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Interpretation of Vernacular Chinese: Things have changed, and Jiao Ren's tears are all pearls. Lantian is sunny and warm, and you can see good jade and good smoke. The feelings of joys, sorrows and sorrows cannot be recalled today, but they have been inadvertently long ago.
3, red crisp hands, yellow wine, spring palace wall willow in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no. Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo! -From the Song Dynasty: Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix Red Crisp Hands"
Explain in vernacular Chinese: In your rosy and crisp hands, hold a cup full of yellow wine. Spring is rippling all over the city, but you are as far away as a palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is and how thin the joy is blown. A full glass of wine is like a sad mood, and life after leaving for a few years is very bleak. In retrospect, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong!
The spring is still bright, but people have lost weight in vain. Tears washed away the carmine on his face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms in Man Chun fall on silent and empty ponds and pavilions. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!
4, who read the west wind alone cool, rustling yellow leaves close the window, nostalgic for the sunset. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. —— From the Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Who Read the West Wind and Cool Alone in Huanxisha"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Who misses the lonely feelings when the autumn wind blows cold? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past. Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want.
5, the dream is broken for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death. -From the Song Dynasty: Lu You's "Shenyuan"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: It has been more than 40 years since her death, and the willow in Shenyuan is too old to speak. I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.
2. Describe the ancient poems that forgive but can't go back to the past. 1. Hairpin Phoenix Song: Tang Wan's world is thin, human feelings are evil, and flowers are easy to fall.
The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. If you have to worry, just say it alone.
Difficult, difficult, difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy.
Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! 2, "Tunxi Laisha" Qing: read the Nalanxing Deliang of the west wind alone, Sasha Vujacic leaves close the window, meditate on the past, and the sun goes down.
Since I fell asleep in the spring after drinking, gambling books have spilled tea. At the time, it was just unusual. 3, "Magnolia" Qing: If Nalan Xingde's life is just like the first sight, why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan?
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Li shan's language is clear and half-understood, and tears will not complain.
More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before. 4, "Ode to a White Head" Han Dynasty: Zhuo Wenjun is like a snowy mountain, with a bright moon in the clouds.
I heard that you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you. Today is like the last party, and tomorrow we will break up.
I moved my feet slowly along the edge of the road, and my past life flowed like water in a ditch, never returning. When I decided to take the king away from home, I didn't cry like an ordinary girl.
I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever. The love of men and women is as light and soft as a fishing rod, and the fish is as lovely as a living wave. Men should attach importance to friendship, and there is no money to compensate for the loss of sincere love. 5, "Hairpin Phoenix" Song Dynasty: Lu You red crisp hands, yellow wine, spring palace wall willow into the city.
The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.
No, no, no. Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Mo, Mo Dao, Mo.
3. What are the beautiful poems about not going back to the past? The author of "One of Shen Gardens" painted a corner of a city under the setting sun during the land tour in Song Dynasty. Shenyuan is not a pool platform revival, and the spring waves under the sad bridge are green. It used to be an amazing photo.
Yan, the author of Linjiang Xian, dreamed that the balcony was locked high and the curtains hung low after drinking. When hate came last spring, the fallen petal became independent, and Swift Qi Fei.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. On the pipa string, I said I was homesick. At that time, the moon was there, and I had come back according to the colorful clouds.
If the Qing life of Nalan Xingde, the author of Mulan Ci, Antique Ci and Cambodian Friends, is like the first time, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
The author of Cuihu Dynasty and Tang Dynasty last year today 62616964757A 68696416FE78988E69833133365633938 In this door, peach blossoms set each other off. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
Jinse was written by Li Shangyin. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings of the Tang Dynasty, each with a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
Further reading: 1. Lu You, the author of Two Poems of Shenyuan, painted a corner mourning in the sunset in Song Cheng, but Shenyuan didn't revive the pool platform. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
The horn on the wall seems to be wailing, and Shenyuan is no longer the original pavilion. Under that sad bridge, the spring water is still green. I have seen her beautiful silhouette here.
She has been dead for more than forty years, and I never dream of seeing her. The willow in Shenyuan is as old as me. Even Liu Mian is gone. I'm seventy years old and dying. I still came here to mourn, and tears fell.
2. Yan Chao, the author of "Linjiang Xianzi, the balcony is locked high after the dream", the balcony is locked high after the dream, and the drunken curtain is hung low. When hatred came last spring.
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se.
Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
Dream back to the balcony in the middle of the night, the door is locked, and the curtains hang down heavily after waking up all night. When last year's spring resentment came to mind, people were faint and independent in the falling flowers, and swallows were flying in the breeze and drizzle.
I remember seeing Xiaoping for the first time. She is wearing a sweater with two heavy words on it. Pipa playing committee pour out lovesickness.
At that time, the bright moon was still there, and it once returned with her colorful figure. 3. Nalan Xingde, the author of "Mulan Ci, Linyi Ancient Ci, Friends of Cambodia", why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind if life in the Qing Dynasty is first seen?
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain.
More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before. Getting along with the right person should always be as sweet, warm, affectionate and happy as when we first met.
But you and I should love each other, but why should we leave each other today? It's easy to change your heart now, but you say it's easy to change your heart in this world. Just like Tang He, you and I swore a life-and-death oath in the Palace of Eternal Life, but we finally said goodbye. Even so, we don't have any resentment.
But how can Tang compare with that year? He has always made a vow to be a pair of birds and connect the branches with Yang Yuhuan. 4. Cui Hutang, the author of "The Village in the South of the City", faced this day last year, and the peach blossoms in this door set each other off.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. Last winter, in this door, the girl's face set off a bright peach blossom.
When I came here again today, the girl didn't know where she had gone. Only peach blossoms are still smiling and blooming in the spring breeze. 5. Jinse is the work of Li Shangyin and Tang. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone. Thumb piano has 25 strings, but even so, each string and syllable is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time.
Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom. Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu.
The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls. Only then can Lantian in another place produce something as beautiful as smoke.
Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
I can't go back to the beautiful poems of the past. At that time, the moon was there, and I once returned with colorful clouds.
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
-I am the dividing line between beauty and ugliness.
About: the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
Under that sad bridge, the spring water is still green, and I saw her beautiful silhouette here that year.
Poetry background: This is a poem written by Lu You when he revisited Shenyuan (Shaoxing) at the age of 75.
In his later years, Lu You visited Shenyuan many times and wrote two most profound and touching mourning poems. I like this sentence best. )
It can be said that the subconscious revisits the Shen Garden in search of the illusion of youth and the moment of beauty.
Original poem: one of the gardens of Shen's family
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Lu You
On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the non-pool platform in the garden is revived.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.