Translation:
There is a path covered with orchid leaves by the roadside in the quiet mountain forest, and there is a garden with peaches and plums outside the city, but there is no peace on earth and no birdsong.
2, pine and bamboo are cold, it is too late. No one is lonely in the secluded path, so whoever complains about it. Like * * * plum blossom language. There are still lovers. You mean to smell it, you refuse to smell it, but it doesn't mean to smell it. -"Bu Operator Lan" Song Cao Group
Translation:
In the evening during the day, the pine and bamboo in the mountains are shrouded in cold; Quiet roadside, orchids open alone, no one appreciates, who can tell its resentment? It seems that only plum blossoms can speak * * * in this tender orchid, but in the lonely mountain, there may be people who are interested in exploring incense! When I came to smell the fragrance of orchids, the flowers were not fragrant; Only inadvertently can you smell the flowers.
3, the chrysanthemum is sad and smoky, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake. Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know? -"butterfly lovers sill chrysanthemum, sorrow, smoke, blue tears" Shu.
Translation:
In the morning, the chrysanthemum outside the railing was covered with a layer of sad smoke, and the orchid dew seemed to be crying dew. Between the screens, there was a faint chill, and a Shuang Yanzi flew away. Yue Ming didn't understand the pain of parting, and oblique Yin Hui went into Zhuhu Lake until dawn.
Last night, the west wind was fierce and dried up the green trees. I climbed the tall building alone and watched the road disappear at the end of the world. I want to send a letter to my lover. But the mountains are endless and the water is endless. I don't know where my sweetheart is.
4. Being on the top of Qian Shan, the rock crevices are deep and wonderful. It's not that the clouds are rolling under our feet, but that orchids don't want to ignore them, and they don't know when they will come or when they will leave. -"Painting Orchids" Banqiao, Zheng Qing
Translation:
Orchids grow on the top of the rock and are full of fragrance. Among the prominent rocks and cracks, exotic flowers and herbs are rich and fragrant.
It's not that there is no sound of floating clouds rolling under your feet, but that orchids don't want to pay attention, don't know when they will come, and will not stay if they leave.
5, Chunlan is like a beauty, not ashamed to offer. Smell the wind and smell the fragrance, but not Peng Ai. Dan Qing's portrait color wants to make up for the biography of Li Sao. Like an elf, the crown dare not swallow. -"Title Yang Cigong Chunlan" Song Sushi
Translation:
Chunlan is like a beautiful woman. They don't need to be picked, so their shy appearance will be displayed in front of people. Even if you can no longer see the covered Chunlan, you can still smell the refreshing fragrance from time to time with the breeze. Yang Cigong's "The Picture of Chunlan" faithfully depicts Chunlan with a wonderful pen, reaching the point where it can complement Li Sao and be worthy of Qu Yuan. Facing this Chunlan is like facing Ling Jun, which makes people afraid to wear it on their heads and desecrate him.