Appreciation of the Original and Translation of Kong Deshao's Sleeping in the Abandoned Village

Spending the night in decadence: the evening leaks deeply, and the guests hate sadness. No one listens to the strings, but pours wine alone. Wan Li, my hometown, is unique, and I'm afraid of invasion. Autumn grass misses horses, and the branches scare birds at night. The valley of grace rings, and the moon is half cloudy. If you want to express your meaning, you will always sing with your head empty. Poetry: Sleepover in Kong Deshao's Poems of Abandonment in Tang Dynasty