Original text:
Long March
Author: Li Bai
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live together in an alley in Qiantang, both young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
Then, when I was sixteen, you embarked on a long journey.
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
Rhyme translation:
I remember when I covered my forehead with Liu Haichu, I often folded a flower to play in front of the door.
Mr. Lang is always riding a horse across a bamboo pole and chasing after the peak with a green plum.
For a long time, we lived together in a long office. We are innocent and have never doubted each other.
I became your wife when I was fourteen, and I was too ashamed to lift my face when I got married.
I bow to the dark corner of the wall and I won't look back if you call me.
When I was fifteen, I smiled happily and vowed to live with you forever until I turned to dust.
You always stick to your promise like a pig's tail, and I'll never get on the lookout platform.
When you were sixteen, you left me for a long time, and you had to pass through the terrible mound of Qutangxia. many
The water level rises in May? It's hard to say whether you are worried about hitting the rocks. What's more sad is that apes are screaming on the hills on both sides.
The footprints you left in front of your door are covered with moss after a long time.
The moss grows too thick to be swept away, and the autumn wind comes early, so the leaves can't cover it.
In August and autumn, tall pink and yellow butterflies flit over the West Garden and play on the grass.
Why does this scene not make me sad? Too sad all day, beauty naturally dies young.
Sooner or later, if you leave the No.3 bus, you should write a letter and report that I will take it home.
In order to meet you, don't say it's a long way, even if you walk 700 miles, you will reach the long sandstorm!