you who have come from my old country,
tell me what has happened there!.
was the plum, when you passed my silken window,
Is Han Mei blooming?
My friend, as you come from your hometown, you should be familiar with your hometown. Did the cold plum blossom in front of the flower window on the day of coming?
the second part of Tao Yuanming's miscellaneous poems
I went to the west in the daytime and went out to Dongling in the plain month. Far away, Wan Li Hui, swinging in the air.
the wind comes into the room, and the pillow is cold at night. When qi changes, it is easy to realize, but never sleeps.
if you have nothing to say, wave a cup to persuade the lonely shadow. If the sun and the moon throw people away, they will not win.
it's sad to think about this, but you can't be quiet at last.
Translation:
1 Sunset sets in the western hills, and the bright moon gradually rises out of Dongling. Wan Li is shining brightly, and the night view is bright in the air. The cold wind blew into the door, and I felt cold in the middle of the night. It's only when the wind is cold that the solar terms change. Insomnia will last forever in autumn in Fang Xiao. If there is no one to talk to, raise your glass to persuade the lonely shadow. The sun and the moon abandon people in a hurry, but it is difficult to succeed in life. I was sad when I thought about it, and I was not calm all night.
2 Prose Edition: The sun sets in the west, and the plain moon rises in the east. The cold Yue Hui falls on the whole land, and everything is silent in the shadow of the moon.
The wind rises, and it sneaks in quietly from the half-closed Zhu window, flicking the curtain in front of the bed and fiddling with the lonely snuff on the table. The dark corner in the world is always full of unknown loneliness.
Everything is quiet. Everything within reach is cold, the bed is like this, the pillow is like this. It is full of autumn breath.
Finally, he moved. He grabbed the glass on the table and looked down at his solitary shadow, but no one found that the tear in the corner of his eye also fell into the glass. He waved his sleeves and lifted his neck and drank it off. It was cold, cold, and cold. Into the bottom of my heart, I fell into endless darkness with a heavy sigh.
The sun and the moon are vicissitudes of life, and the years are easy to get old. No one can stop the aging of time, but when and where can my dreams and long-cherished wishes be realized? I am sad when I think about this. Deep down, I am empty and helpless, and how can I sleep?
(The landlord should at least write out the poem, otherwise everyone will waste time looking for which miscellaneous poem is the second! )