1. Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu. Continuous cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart. ——From the Five Dynasties: Li Yu's "Happy Meeting·Speechlessly Going Up the West Tower Alone"
Vernacular interpretation: Silent and lonely, alone and slowly climbing up the empty West Tower. Looking up at the sky, there is only the cold moon, which is as curved as a hook. Looking down, I saw the sycamore tree alone in the courtyard, and the deep courtyard was shrouded in the cold and desolate autumn colors. The shearing is endless, and the rationale cannot be sorted out. What makes people feel confused is the pain of country subjugation. The lingering sorrow lingered in my heart, but it was another kind of indescribable pain.
2. I will give you a method to solve your doubts. You don’t need to drill turtles and Zhu Pei. It takes three days to test the jade, and seven years to identify the material. Duke Zhou was afraid of the day of rumors, but Wang Mang was humble and did not usurp the time. Xiangshi died at the beginning, who knows the authenticity of his life? ——From the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's "Five Poems of Fangyan·Part 3"
Vernacular interpretation: I give you a way to solve your doubts. This method does not require tortoise shells or yarrow stems to predict good or bad luck. It takes three days to burn to test the authenticity of jade, and seven years to identify wood. The Duke of Zhou was afraid of rumors, so Wang Mang was respectful before he usurped the throne. If this person had died, who would know the truth of his life?
3. Return to the car and drive along the long road. Looking around, the east wind is shaking the grass. If you encounter things without a reason, how can you not grow old quickly? There are times of ups and downs, and it’s never too early to get established. Life is not gold and stone, how can one test longevity? Immortality suddenly changes into things, and honorable names are regarded as treasures. ——From the Han Dynasty: Anonymous "Hui Chai Driving Yan Mai"
Vernacular interpretation: Turn back to the car and drive to a distant place. The road is far away, the journey is long and difficult to reach. Along the way, the fields are vast and boundless, and the spring east wind shakes the withered weeds. What we see in front of us is not the past. How can people not age rapidly? There are different times for prosperity and decline. I just regret that the opportunity to establish fame comes too late.
Human beings are not as strong as gold and stone, and life is fragile. How can one live a long life? Life will grow old and die in a short time, so you should immediately strive to gain fame, glory and wealth.
4. The elders argue that the rain is even and the brows are not as frowned as last year. Thank you for your diligence, but you will be trapped in the dust. The chirping of birds can sometimes persuade visitors, and the little peach rogue has already seduced people. Pear blossoms are also used as whiteheads. ——From the Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji's "Huanxisha·The Elders Argued about Even Rain"
Vernacular interpretation: The elders in the village all rushed to tell me that the weather will be good this year and there will be a good harvest. They will not I will no longer frown and worry like last year, and I will no longer worry about running out of rice to cook and letting the steamer gather dust.
The birds on the branches were chirping happily, as if to persuade me to drink a few more drinks. The peach trees had already bloomed with delicate flowers, which were very cute. The pear blossoms are all over the tree, and the white flowers seem to add a new head of white hair to it.
5. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. ——From the Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son Yin"
Vernacular interpretation: A loving mother uses the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her son who is traveling far away. Before leaving, I sewed it stitch by stitch, fearing that my son would come back late and the clothes would be damaged.
Who dares to say that children with filial piety as weak as Xiaocao can repay the kindness of Chunhui Puze?