Poems describing stoves:
1. "Ask Liu Nineteenth"
Tang Dynasty? Bai Juyi
Original text:
Green ants’ new fermented wine, red clay stove.
It’s snowing in the evening, can you have a drink?
Translation:
The newly brewed rice wine is green in color and fragrant; the small red clay stove burns bright red. It's getting dark and heavy snow is coming. Can I have a drink? friend!
2. "Genggluzi·Jade Burner Incense"
Tang Dynasty? Wen Tingyun
Original text:
Jade Burner Incense, red wax Tears, partial photos of autumn thoughts in the painting hall. The eyebrows are green and thin, the temples are cloudy, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.
The sycamore tree, the rain at midnight, does not mean separation and love are suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.
Translation:
The jade furnace exudes incense, the red candles drip with candle tears, and the swaying light and shadow reflect the desolation of the gorgeous house. The color of her eyebrows had faded and her temple hair was messy. She couldn't sleep well during the long night, and she could only feel the coldness on her pillow. ?
The sycamore tree outside the window was drenched in the cold rain in the middle of the night, and she didn't care that she was sad about the separation inside the house. Drop after drop of rain was beating sadly on the sycamore trees leaf by leaf, dripping on the deserted stone steps until dawn.
3. "Poppy Poppy: The wind extinguishes the lamp and the smoke is cold"
Qing Dynasty? Nalan Xingde
Original text:
The remaining lamps are extinguished by the wind and the furnace smoke is cold, accompanied only by a solitary shadow. Punishing the teachings in a mess and drunken clear bottles, in order to ask who is Xingyan in the world.
It’s rare to find wine among the flowers. After drinking, you scratch your head. I always fall asleep drunk when I am free and worried, but I am afraid I will still be in front of the bottle when I wake up.
Translation:
The lamp has died out, the smoke from the incense burner has turned cold, and only my lonely figure is left with me. I would rather get drunk, use sake to anesthetize myself, and ask who is the eye-catching person in the world.
It is difficult to get together and easy to say goodbye, but when we say goodbye, we have a banquet and scratch our heads alone after drinking. I always have to worry about getting drunk to fall asleep, and I am only afraid that I will still be in front of the drinking vessel when I wake up.
4. "Bodhisattva Man·Jade Furnace Ice Cream and Mandarin Duck Brocade"
Niu Qiao from the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Jade Furnace Ice Cream and Mandarin Duck Brocade Brocade, pink melting fragrance, sweat mountain pillow. There was the sound of a windlass outside the curtain, and I raised my eyebrows and smiled in surprise.
The willow shade is light and indifferent, and the cicada hairpin falls from the temples. You have to work hard all your life to make you happy today.
The fragrant sweat flows on the pillow. The sound of a windlass sounded outside the window, waking up a spring dream in the gentle countryside. There was a bit of surprise and resentment between the slightly straightened eyebrows, and the smiling faces were shy of seeing the morning light.
In the thick willow shade, the faint morning mist is confusing, and the messy strands of hair on the temples are like blue clouds flying over the face. The cicada hairpin could no longer catch the flying clouds and was scattered on the pillow in twos and threes. She must have spent a lifetime of passion to win her husband a night of joy.
5. "Fan Xiang Ling·The Golden Furnace Still Warms the Musk Coal Remains"
Song Dynasty? Su Shi
Original text:
The Golden Furnace Still warm musk coal residue. Xixiang turned over the treasure hairpin. When I smell it again, the lingering smoke is there. This time, the smell is better than before.
They built Xiaopeng Mountain secretly. It will be the same as sinking into the water. And the picture shows that it is lingering for a long time, because of the deep love and the fear of losing one's head.
Translation:
The incense burner is still warm, but there is not much incense left in the burner. Cherish the fragrance, even if there isn’t much left. Also use Baochai to turn over the remaining incense until it is completely burned. Smell there again, the remaining fragrance is still there.
When others don’t know, add agarwood into the incense burner, burn it quietly together with the burning spices, and then cover the lid of the incense burner secretly, hoping that the aroma will linger longer. This was done because the two of them had a deep relationship and were afraid that the incense would go out before it was burned out.