Author Li Qingzhao? Song dynasty
Translation comparison
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.
Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
Vernacular translation
You should be born a hero and die a ghost. To this day, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to drag out an ignoble existence and returned to Jiangdong.
2. My lips are a little flushed
Li Qingzhao, a poetess in Song Dynasty
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Suddenly, a guest came. She was desperate. She walked away without shoes, only wearing socks, and even the gold pin on her head fell off. She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers.
Vernacular translation
Get up after swinging, too lazy to rub your delicate hands. By her side, crystal dew hung on the thin flower branches, and the sweat on her body permeated with thin clothes.
Suddenly, a guest came in. She is too scared to wear shoes. She just walked away in her socks, and even Jin Chai slipped off her head. She ran away shyly, leaned against the door and looked back, smelling the flowers of her childhood.
3. Nangezi, the Milky Way turns in the sky.
Author Li Qingzhao? Song dynasty
The milky way turns in the sky, and the curtain on earth hangs.
Cold pillow with tears. Let's talk about Luo Yi again. What a night this is.
The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin.
Old weather, old clothes Only when feelings are different from those in my hometown.
Vernacular translation
In the sky, the milky way is constantly turning and the stars are constantly shifting, but the curtain of the world is still low. The pillow mat became cold, and tears flowed too much and it was wet. Sleep with clothes on, wake up, take off your satin coat, and then ask, "When is the evening?"
This Luo Yi has been worn for many years, and the lotus embroidered with turquoise silk thread has become smaller; Lotus leaves embroidered with gold thread become thin and thin. I always wear this dress when the air is crisp in autumn. It's just that people's mood is not as comfortable and timely as before.
4. Slow voice
Li Qingzhao, a poetess in Song Dynasty
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Vernacular translation
I searched hard, but I didn't see anything. How can it not make people sad? It is the most difficult to maintain and rest when it is warm and cold. How to resist the cold wind in the morning after drinking three or two glasses of light wine? A line of geese flew in front of us, which was even more sad, because they were old acquaintances.
The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled all over the floor, and they are already very haggard. Who else will pick them now? How can you stay up until dark alone and watch the window coldly? The plane tree leaves are dripping, and it is still dripping at dusk. How can such a scene end with a "sad" word!
5. Remember to blow on the Phoenix platform.
Li Qingzhao, a poetess in Song Dynasty
The fragrance is cold and golden. When it turns red, get up and comb your hair.
Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook.
I am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything.
New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn.
Do not rest. If you go back, it's hard to stay even if you read "Yangguan" a thousand times.
Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day.
Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then.
Vernacular translation
The lion-shaped copper stove smells cold, and the quilt on the bed rolls up river waves. In the morning, I hardly get up to comb my hair. There is thick dirt on the dressing table, although the sun can shine on the curtain hooks. I'm afraid I feel very uncomfortable at the moment of parting, and many things are hard to say. In recent days, my body has become thinner and thinner, not because I have drunk too much, nor because I feel sad in autumn when I see the scenery.
Let's leave this time. After all, it is still difficult to keep the song "30% off in the sun" again and again. Leaving Taoyuan Wonderland, it's hard to turn back. I'm here to lock the empty building with cigarettes. I look at the running water in front of the building all day. I should look at my beloved eyes and cry. In the future, I can only look at the running water and cry endlessly, pinning my constant acacia and sadness. ?