Warm rain, sunny wind, the beginning of breaking ice, the eyes of willow leaves and the cheeks of plum all feel the heart of spring.
Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain.
Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed.
How easy it is to read with a pillow, and the scenery is better before the rain.
The humanities mountain is long, and the water is broken. Mix Yuwei Wengu Hall
Haiyan will mow the grass in the future, and Jiang Mei has sown catkin cotton. Wet the swing at dusk.
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.
"The moon is cool, the smoke is dark, the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is beautiful." From "Dolly Singing White Chrysanthemums" by Li Qingzhao
Original text:
Li Duo baiyongju
The small building is cold and the night curtain is low. Hate rustling, heartless wind and rain, rubbing Qiongji at night. Unlike, the imperial concubine is drunk, and unlike, Sun Shou is sad. Han Ling steals incense, Xu Niang gives fragrance, and Mojiang doesn't write novels. Take a closer look at Qu Ling, its charm is just right. When the breeze rises, the fragrance will be clear and the weight will not decrease.
Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia. It seems to be sad, Gao Han is relieved, it seems to be tears and a poem. There is a cool breeze in the month, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is gaunt and graceful. I don't know how long I will stay from now on. Good human feelings, why remember more, Zepan Dongli.
Translation:
In the long night, although the curtains were put down, the small building was still chilly. I hate the relentless wind and rain that ruined the jade and white chrysanthemum at night. Look at that white chrysanthemum, not like Yang Guifei's reddish drunk face, nor like Sun Shouxiu's angry eyebrows. Han Ling stole the incense and Xu Niang's Fu Fen. Their actions can't be compared with Bai Ju's. Looking closely, the aloofness and nobility of Qu Yuan and Ling Tao are just right for the white pony. When the breeze blows, the fragrance of white chrysanthemum is no less than the elegant tea fragrance. Autumn is coming to an end, and Baiju is getting thinner and thinner, which seems to reveal its infinite attachment to people. You see, it seems to be the concentration of sadness, and it has been freed in Gao Han; Like tears, I wrote poems on the fan. Sometimes it's the bright moon and the breeze, sometimes it's the thick fog and autumn rain. God makes white chrysanthemums look beautiful in an increasingly gaunt way. Although I cherish it, I don't know how long it will last from now on. Alas! If the world knows how to love and appreciate, why should we recall and emphasize Qu Yuan and Tao Yuanming's love for chrysanthemums?
"The warm rain, the clear wind, the initial freezing, the willow eyes and the eyebrows have already felt the heart of spring." From Li Qingzhao's "Liang Zhu Warm Rain Clear Wind Break the Frozen First"
Original text:
A butterfly in love with flowers
Warm rain, sunny wind, the beginning of breaking ice, the eyes of willow leaves and the cheeks of plum all feel the heart of spring. Who and * * *? Tears melt powder, and the buds are heavy.
At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix. There is no good dream when you are alone and heartbroken, but you still have to cut your snuff in the middle of the night.
Translation:
Warm rain and warm wind sent away a trace of winter chill. Willow leaves are growing, plum blossoms are in full bloom, and spring is coming. This dignified young woman has also been awakened by this spring. Without a lover, who can talk about wine and poetry with him? Tears ran down the young woman's cheeks, leaving powder on her face.
The young woman tried on a coat sewn with gold thread, but her mind was not on the clothes. She leaned against the pillow mercilessly and crushed the hairpin on her head, and she didn't care. How can she have a good dream when she is lonely and sad? Only in the middle of the night, holding snuff in my hand, thinking about my lover.
"It rains at night on the sad pillow, and it drips." From Li Qingzhao's ugly slave adds words, who planted banana trees at the window?
Original text:
Tim ugly slave, who planted banana trees at the window?
Who planted banana trees in front of the window, the atrium is full of shade. Yin fills the heart, leaves warm the heart, and the volume is relaxed and affectionate.
Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain. A little rain, worried about hurting northerners, not used to listening.
Translation:
I don't know who planted the banana trees in front of the window, and the shade covered the whole courtyard. Leaves and expanding leaf centers are attached to each other, covering the courtyard one by one.
Full of sadness, I couldn't sleep, but it began to rain in the middle of the night, dribs and drabs, and it kept ringing. The sound of rain falls and beats my heart. I can't get used to it, so I get up dressed.
"Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed." From Niannujiao Chun Qing by Li Qingzhao.
Original text:
Niannujiao Chun Qing
Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed. Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather. Writing a poem is a leisurely taste. When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries.
It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides, so the jade work was unintentional. Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad. Clear dew and morning flow, new tung is introduced at the beginning, and how much spring comes. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the smoke is filled, but today the sun is brighter.
Translation:
In the empty yard, it was drizzling and the gate was closed. The beautiful flowers are about to open in spring, and the delicate willows are gradually dyed green. The Cold Food Festival is coming, and it's annoying again. Deliberating on strange rhythms and writing poems, waking up from intoxicated wine, or idling about boring emotions, don't care. The flying geese flew by, but the words in their hearts were hard to believe.
It's chilly in the spring upstairs these days, and the curtains are low. I'm too lazy to lean on the jade railing. The brocade was cold, the fragrance was gone, and I woke up from a short dream. This scene has made me unable to lie down, and my heart is full of worries. The new dew drops in the early morning, and the newly released tung leaves are bright green, adding a lot of thoughts about spring outing. The sun is already high, and the morning smoke is released first. Let's see if it's another fine day today.
"Poetry on the pillow is good, and the scenery in front of the door is good." From Li Qingzhao's "Pass on Huanxisha, Get sick and laugh at my temples"
Original text:
I'm covered with Huanxi sand, and I'm sick, and there's a noise in my temples.
The sideburns have gradually become sparse, with white hair, lying in bed, looking at the waning moon on the window screen. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea.
How easy it is to read with a pillow, and the scenery is better before the rain. Accompany me all day, only the deep and reserved osmanthus.
Translation:
After my illness, my sideburns were sparse and my hair turned white. I lay in bed and watched the waning moon shine on the window screen. Stir-fry cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to force yourself to share tea when you eat it.
Reading on the pillow is more leisurely, and the scenery in front of the door is better in the rain. Accompany me all day, only the deep and subtle osmanthus.
"Humanitarian mountains grow long and water crumbles. Xiao Xiaoyu Wen Guguan. " From Li Qingzhao's "Dead Hua Lian Tears Wet Luo Yi Powder Man"
Original text:
The dead Hua Lian tears wet Se's powder man.
Tears wet Luo Yi powder full, four stacks of sunshine, singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain smells lonely.
Say goodbye to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and shallow. It's better to read books in yan zhen than Penglai in the east.
Translation:
When I broke up with my sisters, tears of farewell wet my clothes and cheeks. The farewell "Yangguanqu" was sung again and again, even if there are thousands of words, it is difficult to say goodbye. Now I am in a foreign land, looking at Laizhou Mountain. Boarding house, drizzling autumn rain, can not help but feel infinite sadness.
Parting makes me sad. I don't know how the two sisters drank farewell wine when they left. I don't know whether the wine in that cup is deep or shallow. Finally, I ask my sisters that you should send the news to the past geese to comfort my heart. After all, Donglai is not as far as Penglai.
"Haiyan people fight grass in the future, and Jiang Mei has passed willow cotton. Wet the swing at dusk. " From Li Qingzhao's "Huanxi Shadan Dangchun Cold Food Festival"
Original text:
Huan Xi sha Dan dang chun guang cold food Tian
Cold food in spring, heavy smoke in jade stove lingering. Dream back to the mountain to hide flowers.
Haiyan will mow the grass in the future, and Jiang Mei has sown catkin cotton. Wet the swing at dusk.
Translation:
During the Qingming Festival, spring is everywhere, and the wind is surging. The residual smoke in the jade stove is still emitting intoxicating fragrance. When I woke up from a nap, the bud I was wearing fell on the bedside table.
The overseas swallows haven't come back yet, and the children next door are playing a game of weeding. Plums have fallen on the riverside, and the catkins are rippling with the wind. Sporadic raindrops wet the swing in the yard, adding to the coolness of the evening.
"Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, so I didn't consume alcohol when I slept deeply." From Li Qingzhao's Dream, Last Night's Storm.
Original text:
Like a dream, it suddenly rained and blew last night.
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Translation:
Although it rained thinly last night, the wind kept blowing. I slept soundly all night, but I still felt a little drunk after waking up. So I asked the maid who was rolling blinds what was going on outside, and she only said to me, "Begonia flowers are still the same." Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be lush green leaves and withered red flowers.