A dream written by Su Shi, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty, on the 2th day of the first month of Jiangchengzi Yimao
Ten years' life and death are ambiguous, and I will never forget it without thinking about it. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know when you meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.
At night, I dreamt of returning home suddenly, and I was dressing at the window of Xiao Xuan. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines It is expected that the heartbroken place every year, the moonlit night, short matsuoka.
after these ten torn wearisome years, we have met again. We were both so changed.
that hearing first your surname, I thought you a stranger, then hearing your given name, I remembered your young face.
all that has happened with the tides, we have told and told till the evening bell.
tomorrow you journey to Yueyang, leaving autumn between us, peak after peak?
On January night this year, the moon and lights remained the same. Not seeing last year, tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt!
Today, people don't see the ancient moon, but this month they used to look at the ancients.
At present, the Parrot Island passes by, and there is only ruthless clear water flowing.
In the old days, the swallow flew into the homes of ordinary people.
if you are in love with yourself, things are different, and it's as good as eating plum under the moon.
Although flowers and hair can be pecked next year, no one can go to the empty nest!
the flowers are similar from year to year, and people are different from year to year.
things are the same, but people don't.
in this door last year, people's faces and peach blossoms set each other off. Where the human face goes today, the peach blossom still smiles in the spring breeze.
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.
if life is just like the first time, what is it to draw a fan in the autumn wind?
the flowers in front of the court faded, and after the clouds dispersed, things changed.
where are the people who come to play with the moon? The scenery is vaguely like last year.
it used to be prosperous, but now things are different.
The most heartless thing is Taicheng willow, which is still a smoke cage.
things are different, but the pond is still the same, and it's a double play.
things are different, and there is no news.
things are not empty and heartbroken, and people dream of entering fangzhou road.
things are people who don't rest on everything, and tears flow first when they want to talk.
where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace. The yellow crane never came back, for thousands of years to see the long white clouds.