Original text:
The wind has gone with the wind, and the mud lotus has just become a lotus root. Be careful not to burn a clove of incense and remember the past life.
People feel sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental. Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.
Translation:
Catkins in the wind fly to the surface and become duckweeds. Although the lotus in the river mud is strong and decisive, its stem will still linger. When you leave, give each other a petal to commemorate the past.
People often say that a person's deep feelings will not be deep, but now he really regrets his previous deep feelings. When he returned to the place where he left sadly, tears could not help but flow out quietly.
2, "Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia" Song Dynasty poet Su Shi
Original text:
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
Today, I am wandering in the battlefield of that year, making me laugh at my sentimentality and premature gray hair. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay homage to the bright moon on the river.
3. Song Dynasty poet Su Shi's Spring Scene in Hua Lian.
Original text:
Swing in the outer wall of the road, laity in the wall, beautiful woman laughing in the wall.
Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
Inside the wall, there is a girl playing on the swing. The girl gave a beautiful laugh, which could be heard by pedestrians outside the wall. Slowly, the laughter in the fence stopped, and pedestrians were at a loss, as if they were deeply hurt by a heartless girl.
4. Song Dynasty poet Yan Shu "Lou Yu Chunchun Hate"
Original text:
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
A heartless human body will not feel the distress of an affectionate person, and an inch of acacia will become inextricably linked. No matter how far the horizon is, that day will have an end, but people's sorrow is infinite and endless.
5. "Yulinghan" Song Dynasty poet Liu Yong
Original text:
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon.
From ancient times to now, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this sadness stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn.