From Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's "Two Gifts"
At dusk, I want to go to the high-rise building alone, and the cross lovers on the stairs don't come, and the crescent moon is like a hook.
Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.
Interpretation: At dusk, the desire to be alone in a tall building is still broken, and the lovers who cross the stairs don't come, and a crescent moon is like a hook. The banana heart is not unfolded, and the lilac is not solved. At the same time, they feel sad about the spring breeze.
2. Zhu Lan alone at dusk. The southwest crescent is arched.
Five generations of Azolla leaves.
Rain is fine and smoke is late. The green water and the new pool are full. Shuang Yan went to the weeping willow courtyard, and the small pavilion painted curtains with high volumes.
Zhu Lan alone at dusk. The southwest crescent is arched. Falling flowers blow with the wind, and Luo Yi is particularly cold in spring.
Interpretation: After the rain in Chu Qing, light smoke filled the dusk, and green spring water filled the new pool. Shuangyanfei returned to the courtyard where the willows hung low, and the curtains in the attic were rolled up high. At dusk, leaning on bamboo pillars alone, there is a crescent moon in the southwest sky. The fallen flowers on the steps danced with the wind, and Luo Yi was particularly cold.
3, wordless alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook.
From the five dynasties famous Li Yu's "Welcome Huan, Go to the West Building without Words"
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Interpretation: Lonely people are silent and slowly climb up the west building alone. Looking up at the sky, the waning moon is like a hook. The buttonwood trees in the courtyard are lonely, and the deep courtyard is shrouded in cold and desolate autumn colors. It's the pain of national subjugation, and it's been cut all the time. This kind of worry about divorce and missing is another flavor in my mind now.
4. The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.
From Five Poems of Twenty-three Horses by Li He in Tang Dynasty
The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.
Don't be a golden brain, go and step on the clear autumn.
Interpretation: Wan Li in Pingsha is like a layer of white frost and snow in the moonlight. On the continuous Yanshan Mountains, a bright moon is in the sky, like a hook. When can I put on a mighty saddle, gallop on the crisp autumn battlefield and build meritorious deeds?
5. Where will you wake up tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
From Yu Ling Han by Song Liuyong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
After autumn, cicadas cry quickly and sadly. Facing the pavilion, a sudden rain has just stopped. Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, my eyes filled with tears and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat.
One journey after another, thousands of miles away, a wave of smoke, the dark night sky is endless. Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn.
It's been a long time since I left each other, and people who love each other are no longer together. I think even if we meet fine weather and beautiful scenery, it just seems like nothing. Even if it is full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?