1. The sand in front of Huile Peak is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where to play the reed pipe, and I have to march all night to see my hometown. ——From "Listening to the Flute in Shoujiang City at Night" by Li Yi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Vernacular interpretation: The sand in front of Huile Peak is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside Shoujiang City is like autumn frost. I don't know where the melancholy reed pipes were blowing, and all of them looked at their hometown overnight.
2. The scenery is different when autumn comes in Saixia, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds are heard from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke sets, the sun sets, and the lonely city closes. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home. The Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people can't sleep, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears. ——From the Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts"
Vernacular interpretation: Autumn has arrived, and the scenery of the northwest frontier is different from that of the south of the Yangtze River. The wild geese flew back to Hengyang again, with no intention of stopping at all. At dusk, the military horn blew, and the surrounding voices also rose up. There are mountains and mountains, the dusk is heavy, the sun is setting on the mountains, and the lonely city gate is tightly closed.
Drinking a glass of turbid wine, I can't help but think of my hometown thousands of miles away. I failed to defeat the enemy like Dou Xian did, and I couldn't make plans to return early. The melodious Qiang flute sounded, the weather was cold, and the ground was covered with frost and snow. It was late at night, and the soldiers could not sleep peacefully: the general's beard and hair turned white because of the military affairs; the soldiers guarded the border for a long time and shed sad tears.
3. The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty passed the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain. ——From the Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling's "Two Poems on Going Out of the Fortress·Part 1"
Vernacular interpretation: It is still the bright moon and the border pass in the Qin and Han Dynasties. The border guards fought fiercely against the enemy and the soldiers who were recruited thousands of miles away did not return. If Wei Qing, the flying general of Dragon City, was still here, the Xiongnu would never be allowed to go south to herd horses across the Yin Mountains.
4. The luminous cup of grape wine reminds you immediately if you want to drink Pipa. Lord Don't laugh while lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times? ——From the Tang Dynasty: Wang Han's "Two Liangzhou Ci Poems - One"
Vernacular interpretation: At the wine feast, the mellow grape wine is filled into exquisite luminous cups, and the singers play The rapid and cheerful sound of pipa was played to encourage people to drink. The soldiers were all filled with pride as they thought about riding on horseback and rushing to the battlefield to kill the enemy and serve the country. You have to get drunk today before you can rest. So what if you fall drunk on the battlefield? This expedition to serve the country was originally intended to be wrapped in horse leather, but not to come back alive.
5. Riding horses from the desert, driving to the fortress. Why is the border town so desolate? It's daytime and dusk. As soon as I arrived at the battle place, I was worried that the barbarians would turn over. Is there no Anbian book? The generals have accepted the favor. Melancholy about Sun Wu's affairs, he closed the door alone after returning. ——From the Tang Dynasty: Gao Shi's "Ji Zhong Zuo"
Vernacular interpretation: Horse riding across the desert, long journey to the frontier. The border town area is so depressed, the sun is dim and the clouds are dim. When I am on the battlefield, I am often saddened by the repeated intrusions of barbarians. It's not that I don't have a good strategy to secure the border, but the general has no choice but to be rewarded and has no intention of defending the border. Sun Wu was so talented that he had nowhere to put it to use, so he had no choice but to go back and melancholy behind closed doors.