Song dynasty: Lu you
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
Translation:
In recent years, the interest of officials is as light as a veil. Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling?
Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, I will hear apricot blossoms in the depths of the alley in the morning.
Spread out a small piece of paper and write leisurely and diagonally. The words are very organized. Carefully boil water, make tea, skim the foam and try to taste famous tea in front of a sunny window.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes. There is still time to go back to my hometown in the mountains by the Mirror Lake during the Qingming Festival.
2, spread the sand, get sick, and the horns are ringing.
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
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.
3. Summer veteran Lin Ting
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Kun
Battle-hardened and peace-loving, Houmen gradually wanted to be like a fairy family.
The rain on the wall hangs down the fine grass, and the wind on the water belongs to the settled flowers.
Leave the winch to brew wine and open the parrot in the cage to make tea.
How many people are in Lingyange, but they have never confronted Saisha?
Translation:
After many battles, I like peace, and the prominent Houmen is becoming more and more quiet like a fairy family.
Mao Mao rain is floating on the wall, and thin green grass is hanging. On the water surface, the breeze rotates, gathering pieces of fallen flowers.
Put down the pulley on the well platform and soak in the wine leisurely. Open the birdcage parrot to remind people not to forget to make tea.
How many people are qualified to paint their own image in Lingyange, but have not fought in Huangsha, beyond the Great Wall?