1. "Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao"
Author: Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
1. Complete poem
Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream, and I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
2. Translation
It has been ten years since we said goodbye. I can’t bear to miss you but I will never forget you. The lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to express the sadness and desolation in my heart. Even if you and I meet as husband and wife, I'm afraid you won't recognize me. My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost from running around.
I returned to my hometown in my dream last night and saw you dressing up in front of the mirror in front of the small window. You and I were silent and speechless, only we shed a thousand lines of tears. I guess that the graveyard with the small pine trees shining under the bright moon is the place where my wife has been heartbroken every year.
2. "Huanxisha·Who cares about the west wind and the cold alone"
Author: Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty
1. The whole poem
Who thinks the west wind is cool alone, rustling yellow leaves behind closed windows, meditating on the past and setting the sun.
Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
2. Translation
Who (referring to the wife who has forgotten his wife) laments the desolation alone in the west wind, and cannot bear to see the rustling yellow leaves and closes the window. Let the sunset shine in the independent house and immerse yourself in the memories of the past.
Take a nap after drinking, the spring scenery is blooming, gambling in the boudoir, and the clothes are filled with the fragrance of tea. The once beautiful and happy memories seemed to be the most ordinary at the time, but now things have changed.
3. "Picking Mulberries: It Was Wrong at the Time"
Author: Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty
1. The whole poem
Today Cai Dao was wrong at that time, and his mood was desolate. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.
Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy period. Farewell like this, the pear blossoms have fallen and the moon turns to the west.
2. Translation
Now I realize that I was wrong at that time. My heart was desolate and confused, and my tears fell silently. All I saw was the spring breeze, but things were different from before.
Later I realized that there was no way around it, so I reluctantly said that we would meet again later. When we parted like this, the pear blossoms had all fallen and the moon was already in the west of the sky.
4. "Shanhuazi·Wind catkins have turned into duckweeds"
Author: Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty
1. Complete poem
The fluffy catkins in the wind have turned into duckweeds, and the mud lotuses are strong and graceful, and their lotus root silk lingers. Take a piece of incense to remember your past lives.
People tend to be less affectionate and less affectionate, and now they are really not affectionate. When I look back at the heartbroken place, I shed no tears.
2. Translation
The remaining catkins in the wind fly to the water and turn into duckweeds. Although the lotus in the river mud is strong and decisive, its stem will still linger. . When parting, pick up a petal and give it to the other person to remember the past.
People often say that if a person is passionate, his feelings will not be very deep. Now I really regret my past passion. When I return to the place where I left sadly, I can't help but shed tears quietly.
5. "Partridge Sky·Everything is wrong after crossing the Changmen"
Author: He Zhu of the Song Dynasty
1. Complete poem
Everything will go wrong if you go through the Chang Gate. We came together and returned home differently. After the parasol trees were half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin ducks flew away without their companions. ?
The grass on the plains shows the first signs of sunshine. The old habitat and the new ridge are both close to each other. Lying on an empty bed listening to the rain outside the south window, who will stay up late at night to mend clothes?
2. Translation
When I came to Suzhou again, I felt that everything was wrong. Why can’t my wife, who came with me, return with me? I am like a parasol tree that has been beaten by frost, half alive and half dead; I am also like a white-headed mandarin duck that has lost its companion, flying alone and tired.
In the wilderness, the dewdrops on the green grass have just been dried. I lingered in the old room where I lived together, and in the new grave on the ridge. Lying on the empty bed, listening to the miserable wind and rain outside the window, it added a lot of sadness.
Who else will stay up late at night to mend my clothes again?