The original text is as follows: I am leaning alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
I sat alone in the deep bamboo forest, singing loudly while playing the piano. No one knows that I am in the depths of the bamboo forest, only the bright moon shines quietly.
Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
The original text is as follows: whose flute flies in the dark and is scattered in the spring breeze that falls all over the ground. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Whose courtyard is the jade flute flying out of? Entering the spring breeze, it floated all over the ancient city of Luoyang. Who can't help but miss their hometown when they hear the music of "folding willows" on the night of staying?
Cen Can is meeting a messenger to the capital.
The original text is as follows: the old garden has a long way to go east, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell have not dried. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
Looking east at Chang' an's home, the road is long, and homesickness tears wet the sleeves and blur the face. Meet in a hurry, no pen and paper. I just want you to report the safety of my family.
Late Spring by Han Yu
The original text is as follows: the grass tree knows that spring is coming back, and all kinds of red and purple fight each other. Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.
Spring will come back soon, flowers and trees are trying their best to stay, so the world is colorful. Poor Huayang Yu Qian, not gorgeous, just flying all over the sky, like snowflakes.