Explain in vernacular Chinese: draw a knife to cut off the water flow, and the water wave will flow more smoothly; I want to raise a glass to dispel my worries, and my worries are even stronger. In this world, if you can't be satisfied, it's better to have long hair and board a boat on the Yangtze River.
In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds fly home on the clear lake and white sand beach. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. ? -From the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the wind is urgent and the sky is high, and the apes cry sadly. There are birds hovering on the clear river and white beach. Endless trees are rustling leaves, and endless Yangtze River is rolling in. Sad to autumn, I feel that Wan Li has been wandering all the year round and has been sick all his life. Today, he is alone on the high platform. After a lot of hardships, white hair is full of temples, and the cup is hanging.
3, the onset of illness, there is a noise in the sideburns, lying and watching the window screen break the moon. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea. —— From the Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao's "Pass the Huanxi Sand, Get Sick, Laugh at My Bones"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: After illness, the temples have become thin, and white hair has been added after illness. I lay in bed and watched the waning moon shine on the window screen. Stir-fry cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to force yourself to share tea when you eat it.
4. "Return to Chaohuan, don't sail for thirty-two."
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
Don't go to the shore by boat. There is a rustling wind in the reeds. Sha Ting Su Yan is flying in the smoke, and the bridge is full of moonlight and frost. It's dawn. Yao Lu Mountain is far away, and there are many battles. People who come and go only paddle, and they are all famous guests.
A look at the countryside closes the barrier between smoke and water. Turn to your heart and have wings. Sad clouds hate rain, and the wax remains in the New Year. Years old, flowers are fleeting. What are the benefits of wind and waves? Go home, deep in the jade building, there is a person who still remembers each other.
There are three or two boats on the far shore, and the rustling wind blows the newly-grown reeds. The wild geese in the sandbar in the middle of the river broke through the morning smoke and flew away. The waning moon shines on the small bridge, and the frost on the bridge appears whiter and the sky is getting brighter. There are more and more pedestrians on the road in the distance. People come and go, whether by car or by boat, for fame and profit.
At first glance, the Guanhe River in my hometown is far away. Suddenly I have a feeling of anxious to return, and I want to put on my wings and fly home. Clouds of sadness and hate rain haunt the two places like silk thread. The sun and the moon are urging each other, and the Spring Festival is over. Time flies. What are the benefits of floating with the wind like duckweed and broken stem? Let's go back. Someone in Yulou at home is thinking about me.
5. "Bodhisattva Man, rainy and sunny nights and exquisite days"
Tang dynasty: Wen
The rainy night is exquisite and the sky is exquisite, and all branches of incense shake red silk. Dream of the golden hall, full of day lilies.
The embroidered curtain hangs down, and the eyebrows are far from the mountains. Spring water crosses the stream bridge, leaning on the fence to sell the soul.
Cordate telosma is bathed in the sunshine after the rain, and thousands of red silk are gently brushed, steaming and fragrant. In my spare time, I dreamed of the luxurious hall, and the daylily beside it was green and long, where we met.
The tassels of embroidered curtains seem to fall on my heart, and the green of distant mountains seems to be deep sadness between my eyebrows. Under the bridge, the water is gurgling, and it is even harder not to think about the soul when looking at the railing. The spring water is full of my lovesickness and sorrow.