Fu De Gu Caoyuan Farewell
Tang Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Translation? Yuan Ye is covered with lush grass, which withers and turns green every year. Yuan Ye Shang
The fire can't be put out, but when the spring breeze blows, it is full of vitality. The fragrance of fragrant grass permeated in ancient times.
Roads, the sun shines on green and even barren cities. He also sent the wanderer on a long road, full of feelings of parting.
Wear ginger and grass.
Takeishi
Zheng Qing Banqiao
Adhere to the castle peak and not relax,
The roots were originally in the broken rocks.
Hard work and perseverance,
It's hot, southeast, northwest wind.
Firmly adhere to the castle peak, which is deeply rooted in the crevices of the stone. A thousand blows to the body
The bones are still strong, and you can blow the east and west and blow the north and south winds.
Komatsu
Don Du Xunhe
Growing up, in the deep grass,
Now I feel like Artemisia capillaris gradually.
When people don't know about Lingyunmu,
Wait until Lingyun starts to get high.
Pine trees grow in deep grass when they are young, but they are buried and invisible.
Now it is found to be much higher than those weeds (chrysanthemum morifolium). Those people didn't know at the time.
A tree that can soar into the sky is not tall until it soars into the sky.
Fine chrysanthemums for little maids.
Qing Pei Chen
Fine chrysanthemums are made step by step,
The deep eaves are unbearable.
Mo Yan has a weak foundation.
Turn your feet to resist the autumn cold.
Translation? Small and slender chrysanthemums grow near the steps because the eaves are too deep to bear.
Rain dew does not say that its root system is shallow, but it can stand the test of late autumn frost.
See you at the first meal in Yangzhou.
Don Liu Yuxi
The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years.
When I went to my hometown, I looked like a rotten ke.
Nostalgia, empty chanting and flute fu,
On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up.
I spent twenty-three years in the desolate land of Bashan and Chushui.
Yin. Missing an old friend, reciting Xiao Fu in vain, and returning home for a long time is not the past. water channel
There are thousands of ships passing by, but there is also a struggle for spring in front of the sick tree. I listened to it today
The poem you recited for me, please cheer up with this glass of wine for the time being.