Song: Mei
Exhausted workers dug and dug all day and dug out the soil in front of the house, but there was not a tile in their own house.
A rich man lives in a tile-roofed building without touching mud.
Translation:
The tile-burning workers dug day after day, and all the soil in front of the door was dug up, but there was not a tile on their house.
Those rich people live in high-rise buildings covered with tiles without even touching their fingers.
The autumn wind broke the hut.
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. What's the point of getting wet all night?
There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! (Death is enough: Death is enough)
Translation:
In August, it is already late autumn, and the wind is howling. The wind blew away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew across Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch floats and sinks into ponds and depressions.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me, so they had the heart to be "thieves" to grab things face to face and run into the bamboo forest with thatch in their arms. I'm thirsty and I can't stop drinking. When I came back, I sighed alone on crutches.
After a while, the wind stopped and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. In late autumn, the sky becomes dark and foggy. This cloth has been covered for years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture is not good and the quilt is torn. When it rains, the roof leaks, and there is no dry place at home. The rain on the roof keeps leaking down like hemp thread. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I haven't slept much, and the nights are long, and the house leaks every night. How can I stay until dawn?
How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses, generally shelter the poor people in the world and make them smile, while the houses are unmoved in the wind and rain, as stable as Mount Tai? Alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? At that time, even if my hut is blown down by the autumn wind, I will willingly freeze to death myself!
3. He Xinlang Xia Jing
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Smoke and dancing. No one is quiet. When it turns cloudy to noon, the new bath is cool at night. Hand-made white round fan, fan like jade for a while. I'm getting sleepy, lonely and awake. Who will push the embroidery worker out of the curtain? It's a waste to teach people and dreams to break the music of Yao and Tai. The wind is beating on the bamboo again.
Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu. I will be alone with you when the flowers bloom and the waves fall. Looking closely at a beautiful branch, my heart is as heavy as a burden. Afraid of being caught, autumn wind is green. Stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. * * * pink tears, two rustling.
Translation:
Swallows fly down in the beautiful house with carved beams and painted buildings, and there is no one around. Wutong turned around at noon. On a cool evening, the beautiful woman just came out of the bath. Holding a silk-woven white round fan, the round fan and the plain hand are as crisp as white jade. Gradually sleepy, leaning back on the pillow, sleeping soundly. At this time, I was thinking, who is pushing the door of color embroidery? Emptiness awakened Yaotai's good dream. Give ear and listen, it turns out that the wind is knocking on the bamboo.
Pomegranate flowers are half-blooming, like a red scarf. Only when floating flowers such as peaches and apricots are all gone will they bloom and associate with lonely beauty. Look at this rich pomegranate carefully. The petals are as tight as a beauty's heart. I'm afraid that only the leaves are green when the west wind blows down. If beautiful women come in the future, you can't bear to touch them after drinking and drinking. At that time, tears and petals will fall together and make a rustling sound.
4. Inscription in humble room
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
The mountain is not high, and the fairy is famous. The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. I am a humble room, but I am virtuous. The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green.
There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university. You can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian. There is no confusion, and there is no complicated form. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Ting Yun Pavilion in West Shu. Kong Ziyun: What's wrong?
Translation:
The mountain is not high, but the fairy is famous. The water is not deep, and with the dragon, it seems to have aura. This is a humble house, but I (the people who live in it) have a good moral character (so I don't feel humble). The moss marks on the steps are green; The grass is green and reflected in the curtains.
All the people who come here to talk and laugh are knowledgeable scholars. Those without shallow knowledge can play the unpretentious guqin and read Buddhist scriptures. No music, no official documents. There is Zhuge Liang Caotang in Nanyang and Yangzi Yunting in West Shu. Confucius said: What's so simple about this?
5. climb the yellow crane tower
Tang Dynasty: Cui Hao
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
Translation:
The immortal of the past has flown away with the Yellow Crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower here.
The yellow crane never came back. For thousands of years, it only saw long white clouds.
Hanyang trees are clearly visible in the sun, and Parrot Island is covered with a piece of green grass.
It is getting late. Looking into the distance, where is my hometown? In front of me, I saw a mist hanging over the river, which brought people deep sorrow.