Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Late Rain by Li Shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Du Mu: A Nostalgic Journey
After ten years of floating rope inspection, I paid for it myself before I died. Autumn mountains and spring rains are idle, pouring all over Jiangnan.
See you at the first meal in Yangzhou.
Year: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi
The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years.
People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed.
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.
Translation:
Bashan Chushui, a desolate place, was abandoned by the imperial court in those twenty-three years.
When I returned to my hometown, I found that everyone I knew had died. I can only miss them by singing Ode to Homesickness, and I am here alone.
I am like a sunken ship, and they are like Qian Fan passing by, and I am like a sick tree, full of vitality. After listening to the song you sang for me today, I rekindled my hope with this glass of water wine.