Tang Dynasty: Gaujal
Scarce sideburns, cloth skirt or wedding dress.
Without flax seeds, it's time to return.
Now my hair is in a mess, so I can't afford jewelry, so I have to fold it into a barbed hairpin and pin it on my head. Such a poor family is really rare in the world. I don't even have a decent dress, and I'm still wearing the cloth skirt my parents gave me when I got married. Nobody wears that kind of clothes anymore.
It's time for spring ploughing. It's time to sow sesame seeds, and my husband is not here. Who will sow with me? It is supposed that her husband should go home now. Why hasn't he come back yet?
2. "Cut plums in the Mid-Autumn Festival in January"
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Recalling the Mid-Autumn Festival, flowers are also in cups, and the moon is also in cups. There are statues upstairs tonight, cloud wet screens and rain wet screens.
Want to take the wind to ask about chemical industry, the road is also difficult to pass, and the letter is also difficult to pass. Only the candles are red, the songs are quiet, and the cups are quiet.
Recalling the sunny Mid-Autumn Festival, I was among the fragrant osmanthus flowers. The flower shadows are reflected in the glass, and the moon waves are rippling in the glass. Tonight, I also raised my glass upstairs and waited for the moonlight, but the dark clouds soaked the screen window and the rain wet the screen window.
I always want to take the wind to ask God, but I can't get through this day, and I can't get through sending letters. Only the candles in the room had a high fever, which made the banquet red. Let's drink a few glasses of wine slowly, and let's sing slowly to the end.
3. "Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, there is a bright moon in the sky."
Five Dynasties: Anonymous
Looking out of the window, the hazy moon is like a piece of silver. In the dead of night, the wind blows harder and harder. The moon was obscured by dark clouds. Wind, please blow away the dark clouds on the edge of the moon and let it shine where my heart is broken.
Looking out of the window, the hazy moon looks like a mass of silver. In the dead of night, the wind is blowing tighter and tighter around you. The moon was obscured by dark clouds. Wind, please blow away the dark clouds on the edge of the moon and let it shine on my heartbroken people.
4. The drizzle and wet ribbon in Nanxiangzi
Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi
The drizzle is wet, and the grass hates every year. Smoke locks the phoenix building, which is infinite. My heart is broken.
Dreams are melodious, and I sleep in a bed embroidered with flowers. The door was ajar and the sun set. Tears for your last spring.
The drizzle is falling, soaking the time, and the grass grows year after year, growing with hatred. The Phoenix Terrace is deep, and many things are like smoke, sealed in memory. It seems like a lifetime ago. Looking at the bronze mirror decorated with the pattern of Luan birds and embroidered with the brocade quilt of Yuanyang, I feel heartbroken when I think about the past.
Dreaming of the soul, believing that the horse is on the reins, drifting thousands of miles, the soul is dreaming, and suddenly I see Huayang, floating all over the embroidered bed. Unfortunately, I left my boudoir door ajar, but you didn't come. At sunset, you failed to live up to the beautiful scenery in March and shed a few lines of faint tears.
5. Sauvignon Blanc II
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night.
I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu.
This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan.
Think back to her lover, lover, the person far away from the horizon, the eyes that sent her away, and the source of tears now.
If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!
The sunset is hazy, the stamens are shrouded in light smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night. Zhao Se, who carved the phoenix on the column, just stopped playing and wanted to play the Qin Shu again, but I was afraid of touching the Yuanyang string.
It's a pity that this affectionate song was not delivered. I hope it can be sent to distant Yanran with the spring breeze. Remembering my lover, my lover, who floated across the sky and brought the eyes of that year, has now become the source of tears. If you don't believe me, please come back and look at my face in the mirror!