Luoyang girl song written by Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei.
Original poem
The song of Luoyang girl.
There is a girl from Luoyang in the door across the street who can face people over 15 years old.
Her master rode on his fast horse, wearing a jade-bit reins, and her maid brought her cod on a gold plate.
Her painting pavilion faces the red tower, and the cornices are pink and green peach blossoms and willows.
Silk scarves cover seven fragrant cars, and Jane fans cover nine flowers.
Her master, status and wealth and the seeds of life are more generous than the richest people in ancient times.
He likes this girl from humble origins, teaches her to dance and gives his coral tree to almost anyone.
When his nine soft lights went out, the wind of dawn began to blow, nine small flying flowers.
Between dances, she hardly has time to sing, and her makeup is just incense.
All the people she knows in the town are rich and extravagant. She visits the owner of the happiest building day and night.
Who will notice this girl from Yue, with a white face, humble and poor, washing silk by the river alone? .
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There is a woman in Luoyang who lives opposite my house. She looked very beautiful when she was 15 and 16 years old. Her husband is riding a fine white and blue horse with precious jade inlaid in his harness. Her maid carried a golden plate with cooked carp in it. The red paint pavilions in her house are far away from each other, and there are rows of hearts and green willows under the eaves. The car she was riding was made of seven kinds of fragrant wood, and the veil of Lingluo was installed in the car. The servants raised feather fans to welcome her back to the colorful tent embroidered with nine flowers.
Her husband is young and successful, even more arrogant than Skillen. He personally taught his beloved concubines to learn dance, and gave away precious coral trees to others casually. They played all night, and only when dawn appeared on the window did the lights go out. Fragments of snuff fell on the edge of the carved window. She has been playing all day, but she has no time to review her songs. She is neatly dressed, but she smokes incense and gossips all day. I know all the rich and powerful families in the city, and all the people who come and go day and night are famous families. Who has pity on Yue Nv, who is as poor as jade, and has to wash yarn in Jiangtou alone?
2, Luoyang daughter cherish color, sit and sigh.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Xiyi's "Generation of Sad Pulsatilla"
Original poem
A generation of sad Chinese Pulsatilla
Li Huafeng, a peach blossom in Luoyang Oriental, flies around, and I don't know whose home it is.
Luoyang woman looks beautiful, sitting alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered plum blossoms, sighing long.
The peach blossom and plum blossom I saw this year have rotted in color. I wonder who can see the beautiful flowers in the flowering season next year?
I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed into firewood, and I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea.
Old friends no longer lament that the peach blossoms are dying in the east of Luoyang, but now people are still falling in the wind.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different every year.
Tell those young people in their prime that they should pity this half-dead old man.
Now he is white-haired and poor, but he is still a handsome young woman.
The old man in his later years once danced with the son of Yu Fangshu's son in the methotrexate song.
There are also beautiful decorative billiard tables like Guanglu Xun Imperial Guards and Horses in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and there are also those with colorful fairy painted in the mourning hall like Liang Ji.
When the old man is sick in bed, he is ignored. In the past, he had fun in the spring. Where is the Qing dance now?
How many times can a beautiful woman like a beautiful woman last? After a while, the crane was disheveled and pale as silk.
All the songs and dances of the ages, the birds left in the dusk are empty.
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Peach blossoms and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang drifted with the wind, flying around, and I don't know whose home they landed in. Luoyang woman, with a delicate and charming face, sat alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered peaches and plums and sighing for a long time. This year, I am here to watch peach blossoms and plum blossoms fade due to withering. I wonder who else will see a brilliant victory in bloom next year? I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed and cut down for firewood. I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea of Wang Yang. Old friends no longer lament the withering of Luoyang Dongtaoli, and now people are still mourning for the falling flowers falling with the wind.
Flowers still bloom every year, but people who look at them every year are different. Tell those young people in their prime to pity this half-dead old man. Now his hair is all white, poor thing. However, he used to be a charming young man. The old man with white hair once played with his son Wang Sun under the fragrant tree, singing and dancing before the flowers fell. He used to decorate the pool platform with splendid scenery like Ma Fang, who was advised by Guang Luquan in the Eastern Han Dynasty. He also painted clouds and immortals everywhere in the pavilion of his mansion.
Now the old man with white head was once ill in bed and ignored. Where was the joy of singing and dancing in the past? And how long can a beautiful woman's youthful beauty last? After a while, the crane's hair was unkempt and white as silk. I saw the land of singing and dancing through the ages, and all that remained was the birds singing in the air at dusk.
3. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk, and she is full of nowhere to release.
From the Song Dynasty poet Hongyan's "Er Yun Gong Lei Yu"
Original poem
Secondary Rhyme and Public Thunderstorm
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
The spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and looks sad.
Hoe out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again.
Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei;
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless!
Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.
360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing;
How long can it be bright and fresh? Once wandering, it's hard to find.
Bloom is easy to see but hard to find, and he is worried about killing the flower burial people.
Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door;
When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.
Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half out of pity, half out of trouble.
The pity of spring suddenly left me bored and even speechless.
Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?
It is always difficult to leave the soul of a bird, which feels ashamed of itself.
May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
Hide the wind without a trick.
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die.
The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?
Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age;
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
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The flower has withered and withered, and the wind makes it spin all over the sky. The bright red color has faded and the fragrance has disappeared. Who sympathizes with it? Soft spider silk seems to be broken and connected again, floating among the trees in spring. Catkin scattered all over the sky came with the wind, covered with embroidered curtains. The girl in the boudoir is so sorry for last spring. Full of melancholy, sadness has nowhere to put. Holding an iron hoe to hoe the flowers, I lifted the curtain and walked into the garden. Flowers are everywhere in the garden. How can I stand walking around on them?
Flirty catkins, shallow money, only know to show off their own wheatgrass. Whether the peach blossoms fall or the plum blossoms fly. When the earth returns next year, peach trees and plum trees will sprout again. But next year's boudoir, who can be left? In March of the Spring Festival, swallows pick flowers, and the fragrant bird's nest has just been built. Liang Jianyan, how many flowers are wasted, how heartless! When I go to bloom next year, I can still hold flowers and plants. How can we expect the master to be dead? The lair has fallen down, leaving only Liang Kong. 360 days a year, what a nice day!
The cold wind is like a knife, and the frost is like a sword, mercilessly destroying flowers. How long can bright spring and gorgeous flowers last? Once blown away by the strong wind, there is nowhere to see. It's easy to see in bloom, but hard to find when the flowers fall. Standing in front of the steps is full of worries. I'm worried about the man who buried the flowers. Holding a flower hoe in his hand, he wept silently. Tears spilled on the empty branches, which were covered with blood. The cuckoo cried her blood and tears silently, and the sad evening came.
I went home with a flower hoe and closed the boudoir door; The cold light shines on the wall, and people have just entered a dream. The faint spring rain hit the window lattice, and the bedding on the bed was still cold. People want to know what makes me so sad today. Half of them cherish the beautiful spring scenery, and the other half resent the passing of spring. I am glad that spring has suddenly come, but I am depressed that it has left in a hurry. Spring came to the world quietly and left without saying a word.
I don't know where outside the hospital last night, there were waves of sad songs. I don't know if it's the soul of a flower or a bird. Whether it is the soul of flowers or the spirit of birds, it is equally difficult to retain. Ask the bird, the bird is silent, ask the flower, and the flower is shy. I really hope I can give birth to a pair of wings now. Follow the flying flowers and fly to the end of that day. Even if you fly to the end of heaven and earth, where is the soul burial with fragrant flowers? It is better to use this splendid sachet to restrain your delicate bones. Then pile up a pile of clean soil and bury your peerless romance. May your noble body live and die clean.
Don't let it get a little dirty and be abandoned in that dirty river ditch. Flowers, you died today, and I'll bury you. Who knows when I, the poor man, suddenly died? I buried flowers today, and people laughed at my infatuation. Who will bury me after I die? If you don't believe me, please look at the fading spring scenery. bloom is gradually falling. It was the moment when the maiden died of old age. Once spring disappears, girls will be as white as silk. Flowers wither and people die, and flowers don't know each other!
4. The willows next door are weak, just like the waist of fifteen daughters.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu's "Nine Poems Wandering"
Excerpts from original poems
Nine quatrains
The willows next door are weak, just like the waist of the fifteenth daughter.
It is said that whoever has no consciousness of the future will be blown by the wind.
Hand-planted peaches and plums are not ownerless, and wild old walls are like home.
Just like the spring breeze deceives each other, blowing off a few flowers at night.
What I am familiar with is that Maozhai is extremely low and small, and swallows come frequently on the river.
Dirty piano books with mud, even catching flying insects and hitting people.
February has been separated from March, and it can grow old several times every spring.
Don't think about infinite things outside, try your best to have a limited drink before you die.
Heartbroken desire to come to an end, while Zhang Xubu stood.
On crutches, on crutches, standing on the Zhou Fang, I only watched catkins flying wildly in the wind like crazy, chasing the flowing peach blossoms lightly.
Lazy and slow, he couldn't get out of the village, so Hu built Chai Men on the second day.
The moss in the forest is turbid and the wine is quiet, and the clear water in the wild is faint in the spring breeze.
The diameter of poplar flowers is covered with white felt, and the lotus leaves in the stream are stacked with green money.
No one has seen bamboo shoots, and the chicks on the beach sleep next to their mothers.
Excerpt translation
The willows outside the door wall are delicate and slender branches, just like the slender waist of a fifteen-year-old girl. At the age of fifteen, the ancient woman was in her prime of life, and her posture was the most graceful and charming. Who said she didn't care and stretched herself this morning? It turned out that the branches were broken by the strong wind. Swallows on the river know that my hut is too low and too small, so they often fly here to nest. The mud that swallows brought into their nests stained my piano and books. They kept chasing flying insects and touching people.
In the past March, February came. How many times can people who are getting old meet in spring? Don't think about countless things outside, drink the ones in front of you first. It is said that the riverside scenery is beautiful, and spring is coming to an end. How can I not be sad? Walking by the Zhoufang River on crutches. I only saw catkins jumping wildly, dancing with the wind unscrupulously, and thin, self-respecting peach blossoms drove the running water away.
Fragments of Yang Shuhua falling on the path are spread out like white felt, and lotus flowers are dotted on the stream, one after another, like copper coins. Next to the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest, no one noticed the tender bamboo shoots that just broke through the ground. The newly hatched duckling snuggled up to the mother duck and fell asleep sweetly on the beach.
5. My daughter is in her fifties, and she is as graceful as Yan Ruyu.
Song of the Shrike Flying East, written by Xiao Yanyan, a poet in the Northern and Southern Dynasties.
Original poem
The Song of Flying of Oriental Shrike
Shrike swallows the west, and the weaver girl meets the weaver girl.
Whose daughter is squatting in front of the door, and her beautiful shadow is cast in the back room.
The bright moonlight shone through the window, the curtains were shining on the curtains of women, and the room was fragrant with powder.
This year, the woman will be fifteen or sixteen years old, slim, beautiful, white and beautiful.
But three springs have passed, and the flowers withered in the end. Although my daughter is lovely, she is not from her husband's family, so beautiful, who loves and sympathizes with her?
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Shrike flies from east to west, and oriole and Weaver Girl meet from time to time. Whose daughter is sitting in front of the door, her beautiful image is reflected in the back room. The bright moonlight shone on the curtain of the woman through the window, and the room was fragrant with powder. The woman will be fifteen or sixteen years old this year, with a graceful figure and a jade-like appearance, which is unparalleled in beauty and whiteness. But the third spring has passed, and the flowers have withered at dusk. Although the daughter is lovely, she still has no in-laws Who is so beautiful and so loving?