With a cry, the sound of the other flutes flying secretly dispersed into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. -Li Bai, smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.
1, the original poem:
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
2. Translation:
Whose exquisite flute is secretly melodious. As the spring breeze flutters, it spreads all over Luoyang. In tonight's song, who will not miss home when they hear the "broken willow" in their hometown?
Second, the Jade Emperor blew the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fell in Jiangcheng in May. -"Yellow Crane Tower Smells Flute" Li Bai
1, the original poem:
Once people take a back seat, like Jia Yi in Changsha, they look far and wide, but they can't see Chang 'an or their hometown.
There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May.
2. Translation:
Once you become a degenerate, it's like Jia Yi's arrival in Changsha, looking around every day, not seeing Chang 'an or home. The Yellow Crane Tower heard the flute of plum blossom, which made Jiangcheng see plum blossom fall again in May.
Third, the snow is fine, Hu Tian herds horses, and the bright moon plays the flute to guard the building. -"Listen to the flute on the fortress" Gao Shi
1, the original poem:
Snow-clean horses graze in the daytime, and Qiangdi guards the building in the moonlight.
Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.
2. Translation:
The ice and snow melted, and the invading Hu Bing quietly returned. The moonlight was bright and the melodious flute echoed in the garrison. Where does the sentimental "plum blossom tune" drift? It's like plum blossoms falling on the mountain with the wind.
Fourth, the cold mountain plays the flute to call for spring return, and the guests are moved to tears. -"Smell the flute in spring night" Li Yi
1, the original poem:
In Hanshan's "The Flute Calls the Earth", the exiles look at each other with tears.
Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn.
2. Translation:
The cold mountain plays the flute to call spring back to the earth, and the moved people cry at each other. The geese that have stopped at Dongting Lake for countless nights are eager to fly north before dawn.