Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Half-dead, the phoenix tree is old and sick, and it hurts to think about it. ?
I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, and it was cold in the month, and no one was there.
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On one side is the dying plane tree, and on the other side is the body that has been ill for a long time. Whenever I think of going to the grave after death, I feel sad. In the evening, I took my young son back to my hometown, and I didn't see anyone in the empty house in the cold moonlight.
2. Tomb of the King of Yue
Yuan Dynasty: Zhao Mengfu
The grassland is desolate, only autumn grass and stone animals. Officials in Nandu look down on the state capital, but the people in the Central Plains are still looking forward to Wang Shi's banner.
When a hero is killed, it is too late to regret, and the world is doomed. Don't sing this poem to the West Lake. I can't sing it.
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Yue Fei's tomb is deserted, with only autumn grass and stone beasts. The monarch of Du Nan and his subjects despise this country, but the elders in the Central Plains still look forward to the banner of Julian Waghann.
It is too late to regret the death of a hero, and the end of the world is a foregone conclusion. Don't sing this poem in front of the West Lake. Faced with such scenery, there is no way to sing it.
3. Wild Huai
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
Several times, I sat under the flowers and played the flute, and the red wall of Han Yin looked into the distance. Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
The lingering thoughts are exhausted, and the heart is peeling bananas. In March and May of 1935, that poor glass of wine not fade away.
Translation:
Accompanied by the bright moon, blowing flowers, a beautiful encounter. Although the red wall where the Iraqis are located is close at hand, it is as far away as the silver man in the sky. Tonight is not last night. Last night, the stars recorded the romantic story of playing flute under the flowers. But the stars of this night only accompany the sad people.
Only a lonely person is still thinking about the moon. Three or five years have passed, and the wine at that time has already turned into bitter wine tonight.
4. Pay tribute to Longtu in Zhi Zhi County, Zhang Rou. The Book of Crying in Four Chapters of Poetry is one of the sacrifices.
Song Dynasty: Li Gang
Once, twice, I lamented that my wishes were violated.
But three libations of litchi, a few lines of tears wet deep clothes.
Translation:
A chessboard with two shallow old faces, lamenting that what you are willing to do now has violated. I used three glasses of litchi wine as a memorial service, and a few lines of tears wet my coat.
5. Tomb-Sweeping Day wine
Song Dynasty: Gaozu
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns. As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
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On Qingming Day, people are busy sweeping graves and offering sacrifices to sweep the south and north of Nanshan. Burned paper ash flies around like a white butterfly and cries sadly, just like a cuckoo will spit out blood when it cries.
At dusk, the silent cemetery is desolate, and only the fox sleeps on the grave. At night, the children who came back from the grave laughed and laughed in front of the lights. Therefore, people should drink when they are alive, and enjoy when they are blessed. After death, how could a drop of wine from a child's grave ever flow to the underworld?