From: Yellow Crane Tower/Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower by Cui Hao in Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation: The immortal of the past has flown away with the Yellow Crane, leaving only the empty Yellow Crane Tower. The yellow crane never came back. For thousands of years, only white clouds have been seen. The trees in Qingchuan Pavilion in Hanyang are clearly visible, as is Parrot Island with lush vegetation. Twilight gradually spread. Where is my hometown? The misty waves on the river make people even more worried!
In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds fly home on the clear lake and white sand beach. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Said by: Tang Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain
Interpretation: It is very sad for apes to cry when the wind is strong and the sky is high. There are birds hovering on the clear river and white beach. Endless trees are rustling leaves, and endless Yangtze River is rolling in. Sad to autumn, I feel that Wan Li has been wandering all the year round and has been sick all his life. Today, he is alone on the high platform. After a lot of hardships, white hair is full of temples, and the cup is hanging.
3. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Said by: Jinse by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Jinse, why do you have fifty strings? Every string and paragraph reminds people of the year of Huang Jinhua. My heart is like Zhuangzi, confused by butterfly dreams; Another example is watching the emperor, turning the cuckoo into a cuckoo. Hai Ming Yue Ming, Jiao Ren's tears are pearls. Lantian is sunny and warm, and you can see good jade and good smoke. The feelings of joys, sorrows and sorrows cannot be recalled today, but they have been inadvertently long ago.
Where is the temple of the famous prime minister? It is in a deep pine forest near the Silk City. The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves. The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations. But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.
From: The Book of Letters by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty
Commentary: Where can I find Zhuge Liang's ancestral temple in Wuhou? In the dense cypress forest on the outskirts of Chengdu. The green grass is reflected on the steps, showing the spring scenery, and the orioles on the trees sing through the branches. It is believed that the ancestors of the world visited the cottage three times, assisted the founding of the two dynasties, and worked faithfully. It's a pity that Wei died in the army before he started attacking Wei, which often made heroes of all ages burst into tears!
It was a long time before I met her, but it was longer after we separated, and the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Said by: "Untitled" was earlier than I met her and before we broke up. It was Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation: It is difficult to meet each other, and it is even harder to leave, not to mention in this late spring season when the east wind is weak and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes. Dress up in the morning and look in the mirror. I'm only worried that the clouds in my hair will change color and my face will disappear. I can't sleep alone in the long night, so I must feel Leng Yue's aggression.
Penglai Mountain is not too far from here, but there is no road to cross. Please visit me diligently by a messenger like the bluebird.