Song: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Interpretation of vernacular:
It's been ten years since you and I said goodbye, but it's still hard to look at each other after all. Thousands of miles away, that lonely grave has nowhere to pour out its sadness to you. Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I'm covered in dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night, I dreamed of going back to my hometown, and you were dressing in front of the cabin window. You and I are silent and sad, only tears flow thousands of lines. It is expected that the place where I missed her in the past was on the short Songshan Mountain on a bright moon night.
2. "Blue Wet Mourning"
Qing: Nalan Xingde
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I tell about the long night? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces.
I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love.
Interpretation of vernacular:
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I talk to in this long night? Everything depends on fate. In early spring, the green shadows danced outside the window, the geese returned, and the oriole sang and danced, leaving her in tears.
I used to enjoy the beautiful scenery with you, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the bright lights shook with the wind. I thought it was your soul that came back, but I could only wait for the stars.
3. "Three Sad Poems, Part One"
Tang: Yuan Zhen
You are like Gong's favorite daughter, and it's not going well to marry me, a poor man.
You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine.
You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves.
Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks.
Interpretation of vernacular:
HC, you are like Xie An's favorite niece; Pepsi has been in trouble since I married a poor man. When you see that I have no clothes on me, you have to rummage through the cupboard; Selling wine is cheap, so it often pesters you to take off your makeup.
Willing to eat wild vegetables with me, bean leaves are food; To sweep the fallen leaves for firewood, you look up to Gu Huai. Now the salary is more than 100 thousand, but it can't be shared; I have to cross over for you and prepare a fast food.
4. Mourn Xue Tai
Tang: 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.
Interpretation of vernacular:
The old phoenix tree is sick and half dead, and every time I miss it, it makes me sad and tired. In the evening, I took my young son back to the yard, and Leng Yue took care of the empty house.
5. "Worship the house in the first month"
Tang: Li Shangyin
Close the lock and cover it with moss, and the corridor and deep pavilion are idle here.
The prophet is dizzy in the windy month, but the cold flowers still bloom.
The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse guesses through the window net.
When I hold the lamp alone, I sing at night.
Interpretation of vernacular:
The heavy door is locked, the courtyard is deep, the path is covered with moss, the verandah is winding, and the small pavilion haunts me lonely. Looking at the hazy moonlight, we can predict that it will be windy tomorrow morning, the night dew will be so cold, and when the spring flowers will bloom.
Bats fly around, brushing curtains, and can't sleep all night. The mouse also overturned the window, which made people feel surprised and suspicious. A man was sitting with a lamp on his back, as if talking to his dead wife. He unconsciously sang "Silent Night" in a low voice.