Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?
I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
I stood on a tall building, the gentle spring breeze was blowing head-on, and I looked far away, and endless worries and gloom filled the sky. The setting sun is slanting and the grass is misty. Who can understand my mind silently leaning against the railing? I want to indulge myself and get drunk. When I raise a glass in a song, I feel that I am reluctant to play but have no interest. I'm getting thinner and thinner, and I don't regret it. I'd rather languish for you.
2. "Queqiao Fairy Cloud Trick"
Song dynasty: Qin Guan
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.
When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.
Thin clouds are changing in the sky, meteors are conveying the sadness of acacia in the sky, and I am quietly crossing the distant and boundless Milky Way tonight. Tanabata meeting in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples who are together in the world.
* * * v. Acacia, tender as water, short will be like a dream, can't bear to see the magpie bridge road when leaving. As long as two people love each other till death do us part, why do you want to be very much in love?
3. "Three, five, seven words"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright,
When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other.
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick.
Sauvignon Blanc is like a memory, but short acacia is infinite.
If I had known that acacia was tied in my heart like this, it would not be like you didn't know.
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the leaves in the wind gather and disperse. Crows already living in trees are awakened by the sound of hanging leaves. They can't bear the bleak scenery, croak a few times, recall all kinds of things that they met and knew each other, and can't help but feel when they will meet again. At this moment, I really can't stand loneliness and sadness, which makes me feel sorry.
If someone once missed someone so much, they would know the suffering of this kind of lovesickness. There are countless times when I miss you, but when I am lonely, I fall into a longer and endless acacia. Alas, if I had known this, I wouldn't have known you then!
4. Five Thinking Poems, Part IV
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
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.
I have been to the seaside, and there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan Mountain. Hurried through the flowers, too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly because you have had it.
5. "Huanxisha, Reading the West Wind and Being Alone"
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Who reads the west wind alone?
The rustling yellow leaves closed the window.
Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea.
At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
The autumn wind blows cold, who misses that lonely feeling? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past. Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want.