Flowers on the river under the moonlight in spring
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Zhang
Genre: Yuefu
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Whose boat tonight, where do you miss the moon floor?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
Tang poetry translation
In spring, the river tide is mighty, connected with the sea, and a bright moon rises from the sea, as if spewing out with the tide.
The moonlight shines on the river, and it shines thousands of miles with the waves. There is no bright moonlight somewhere on the river.
The river winds around Yuan Ye, where there are many flowers and plants. The moonlight shines on the blooming trees like thin snow beads.
Moonlight falls from the sky like frost, and I can't feel its flight. It makes the white sand by the river invisible.
The river and the sky are the same color, there is no dust, only a bright solitary moon is hanging high in the air.
Who first saw the moon by the river, and when did the moon on the river shine on people for the first time?
Endless, endless, only the moon on the river, year after year, always similar.
I don't know who is shining the moon on the river, and the Yangtze River is constantly conveying running water.
The wanderer slowly left like white clouds, leaving only the homesick woman standing in the parting green maple.
Which vagrant is drifting on the boat tonight? Where is someone lovesick upstairs in the bright moon?
The moonlight that keeps moving upstairs should shine on the dressing table of people who leave.
The curtain of the beautiful boudoir can't roll away the moonlight, but it blows away the moonlight on the stone, but it comes again.
At this time, I look at the moon but I can't hear each other's voice. I hope to shine on you with moonlight.
The swan that delivers letters can fly far away, but it can't fly to you with moonlight. The messenger ichthyosaur swam far away, but couldn't reach you.
The waves are rippling.
Last night, I dreamed that the flowers fell into the leisurely pool, and the spring did not return.
The river flows away the spring water, and the spring water will run out. The moon sets late in the pool, and now it's slanting west.
The slanting moon slowly sinks and hides in the sea fog, and the distance between Jieshi and Xiaoxiang is infinitely far away.
I don't know how many people can go home by moonlight, only the sunset is swaying away from love, and the river is full of trees.