1. Yangzhou is slow and Huaizuomingdu
Song Dynasty: Jiangkui
Huaizuomingdu, a beautiful place in the west of Zhu, stayed in the early stage. Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green. Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees in the pool and still hated talking about soldiers. It's getting dusk, and it's all in an empty city. ?
Du Langjun's reward, even now, is serious enough to be surprised. Longitudinally speaking, the dream of a brothel is good, but it is difficult to be affectionate. The 24 th Bridge is still there, and the waves are swaying and Leng Yue is silent. Read the red medicine by the bridge, who will you know for every year?
Translation
Yangzhou has been a famous metropolis since ancient times. There is a famous tourist attraction, Zhuxi Pavilion. When I first arrived in Yangzhou, I dismounted and stopped for a while. Yangzhou Road, which used to be bustling with flowers, is now full of green oats and desolate. After the nomads invaded the Yangtze River valley and looted Yangzhou, only the remaining ancient trees and ruined ponds were left, and they were unwilling to talk about the cruel war. Near dusk, the mournful horn sounded and echoed in this desolate and broken empty city.
Du Mu's elegance is appreciated, and he will be shocked if he comes again now. Even if the word "cardamom" is exquisite and the poetry of the brothel dream is very good, it is difficult to express the deep and sad feelings at this moment. The 24 th Bridge is still there. Under the bridge, the river is rippling, the moonlight is bleak, and the surroundings are silent. I think the red peony flowers by the bridge are blooming every year, but for whom do they grow and bloom?
2. A touch of crimson lips. Ding has not passed the winter. Wu Songzuo
Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui
Yan Yan was careless, and the west bank of Taihu Lake went with the clouds. A few peaks are bitter. It's raining in Shang Lue. ?
next to the fourth bridge, it is planned to stay with you every day. This is not what it is. Looking back on the past by the aperture. Staggered dancing of residual willow.
Translation
The swan geese in the north are carefree and floating with white clouds from the west bank of Taihu Lake. Several lonely peaks are bleak and sad, as if discussing whether it will rain at dusk. I really want to live in seclusion with Tiansuizi by the fourth bridge. But where is he now? I am leaning on the railing to remember the ages, and I only see the decaying willows flying in the uneven wind.
3. Partridge Days and Yuanxi Dreams
Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui
Flowing fertilizer and water to the east is endless. Early know this day is sad, should not have been the original acacia. The meeting in the dream is always not clear, can not catch up to see the portrait more clear, and this kind of wet dream also often helpless will be startled by the cry of mountain birds.
spring is not green, and the temples are first silk. We leave too long, slowly all the pain will gradually be forgotten by time. I do not know who, let me miss the twilight, the happy reunion night, this feeling, only you and I understand.
Translation
The fertile water of Wang Yang flows eastward and never stops. If I had known it was bleak today, I really shouldn't have been pining for it. I can't always see the meeting in my dream clearly, and I can't catch up with the portrait more clearly, and this kind of spring dream is often awakened by the cry of the mountain bird.
Spring grass hasn't grown green yet, and my temples have grown silver, aging too fast. We have been apart for too long, and slowly all the pain will be gradually forgotten by time. I don't know who it is, but it makes me miss it so much. On the reunion night every year, only you and I can understand this feeling.
4. On a trip to Tasha, I came to Jinling River from the east to dream.
Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui
Yan Yan was light and Yingying was delicate, and I clearly saw Hua Xu again. The night is long for a fickle knowledge? Early in spring, I was dyed by acacia.
don't write later, don't sew at other times, and travel far away from the soul. The bright moon in Huainan is cold in Qian Shan, and nobody cares about it.
Translation
I clearly saw the image of her lithe figure and soft voice from my good dream again. I seem to hear her say to me: how lonely it is at night, how can you know this fickle lover? Spring has just begun, but it has already been dyed by my homesickness.
since we parted, I have missed all the things she said in her letters and the needlework that she embroidered and sewed for me when she left. She came to my dream, just like Qian Niang in the legendary story. Her soul left her body and secretly followed her lover. I looked at Huainan in the west. Under the bright white moonlight, Qian Shan was so cold. Presumably, her soul, like the moon in the west, returns alone in the dark. And no personal care.
5. Over the rainbow
Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui
The rhyme of his own new words is the most charming, and Xiaohong sings and I play the flute.
At the end of the song, we go through Songling Road and look back at the 14th Bridge of Yanbo.
Translation
My new tune is so harmonious and beautiful; Xiaohong sang softly, and I accompanied her and played the flute. After singing a song, the boat has shaken Wujiang county; Looking back at the passing waterways, the light smoke and green waves, and the beautiful stone bridges.