"To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
The green mountains are faintly covered by the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered since autumn.
On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can a beautiful woman teach me how to play the flute?
Translation:
The green mountains are faint and the green water is thousands of miles away. Autumn has ended and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered.
The bright moon on the Twenty-Four Bridge reflects the quiet night. Where can you, a beauty like you, teach people to play the flute now?
Original text:
"Tao Lian Zi Ling·Shen Yuan Jing" Five Dynasties·Li Yu
The deep courtyard is quiet, the small court is empty, and the cold anvil is intermittent. wind.
I have no choice but to stay awake for a long time, and the sound of the moon comes to the curtains.
Interpretation:
The autumn wind brought intermittent cold anvil sounds, which were heard very clearly in the deep courtyard of the small courtyard.
It was late at night, and the moonlight and the sound of the anvil penetrated the curtains, reminding people of Zheng Ren's absence, evoking lingering feelings of separation, hatred and lovesickness. As a result, I stayed up all night, full of worries and thoughts.
"Linjiang Immortal·The Golden Locked Gate and the Desolate Garden are Quiet" The Five Dynasties·Lu Qianke
The Golden Locked Gate and the Desolate Garden are quiet, and the beautiful windows look at the autumn sky. Cuihua disappeared without a trace. The jade tower song is blowing, and the sound has been broken by the wind.
The Yanyue didn't know about the changes in personnel, and it still shined in the deep palace at night. The lotus flowers face each other in the wild pond, secretly killing the country, and the clear dew is fragrant and red.
Translation:
The palace doors were locked, and the desolate royal gardens were extremely quiet; I leaned against the window and looked sadly at the autumn night sky. Since the emperor left, it has been silent here, and the emperor has never been seen again. The singing and music in the palace have long been cut off, and they have to follow the wind that will never return.
The hazy moon shrouded in clouds and mist, unaware that personnel and affairs had changed, was still shining in the deep palace until the end of the night. In the deserted pond, the lotus flowers are crying to each other; they seem to be secretly sad about the country's subjugation, and the clear dew is like teardrops, dripping down from the fragrant red flowers.
"Birdsong Stream" Tang Dynasty·Wang Wei
The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.
Translation:
On a spring night, there is no sound, and the fragrant osmanthus flowers fall gently. The green mountains and green forests look even more empty.
The bright moon rises, startling several roosting mountain birds. The crisp chirping echoes in the empty mountain stream for a long time.
"Entering Ruoye Stream" The Northern and Southern Dynasties·King's Book
How common are the sterns, the water is empty and long.
The clouds rise far away from Xiu, and the sunshine gradually flows back.
The noisy cicada forest is more than quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded.
I miss this place so much, I have been traveling there for so many years.
Translation:
I was driving a boat leisurely on the Ruoye River. The sky was reflected in the water, and the water and the sky were harmonious, wandering together.
The sunset rises from the distant mountains with the sun behind them, and the sun shines on the meandering water.
The cicadas are singing loudly, but the woods seem particularly peaceful; the birds are chirping, and the deep mountains are quieter than usual.
This place made me want to go into seclusion. I became sad because I was tired of official career for many years but did not go into seclusion.
"Bu Shuanzi·Huangzhou Dinghui Yuan Residence Works" Song Dynasty·Su Shi
The missing moon hangs sparse tung trees, and the missing people are still at first. Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows. (Shijian 1st work: Who saw it)
I was startled but looked back, no one could forgive me for my hatred. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.
Translation:
The crescent moon hangs on the sparse sycamore trees; it is late at night and the water in the leaky pot has already dripped out. Who has seen Youren walking around alone, like an ethereal figure like a solitary goose in the sky?
It was suddenly frightened in the dark night, flew up suddenly, and turned back frequently, but no one always understood the infinite hatred in its heart. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree. In the end, it could only land lonely on the cold sandbank. ?
"Linjiang Immortal·Drinking on Dongpo at night and waking up drunk" Song Dynasty·Su Shi
Drinking on Dongpo at night and waking up and feeling drunk again, returning seems like the third watch. The boy's breath is thundering. No one knocks on the door, but leans on the stick and listens to the sound of the river. ?
I always regret that this body is not mine. When will I forget about Yingying? The wind is quiet at night and the grain is flat. The boat passed away from now on, and the river and sea left it for the rest of my life.
Translation:
Drinking late at night in Dongpo's apartment, I woke up and got drunk. When I came back, it seemed that it was already midnight. By this time, the child servant at home was already fast asleep and snoring like thunder. I knocked lightly on the door, but there was no response from inside. I could only lean on my quinoa stick and listen to the roar of the rushing river.
I often resent that this body does not belong to me. When will I forget to compete for fame and wealth? Taking advantage of the late night, calm wind, and flat river waves, I sailed on a small boat and disappeared, wandering around the rivers and lakes for the rest of my life.
"Heavenly Fairy·Water tunes are played several times while holding wine and listening" Song Dynasty·Zhang Xian
After listening to water tunes several times while holding wine, one wakes up after being drunk in the afternoon and is still worried. When will you send Chunchun back? Facing the evening mirror, it hurts the scenery, and the past events are empty and empty in the later period.
Sitting in silence on the sand and in the pond, the clouds break and the moon makes the flowers make shadows. Heavy curtains cover the lights, the wind is unstable, people are still at first, and the path will be filled with red sunsets tomorrow.
Translation:
Hold the wine glass and listen carefully to the sound of "Water Melody Song". Even though you are drunk at noon, you are still worried about waking up. Sending spring away, when will spring come back? As evening approaches, I look in the mirror and feel sentimental about the passing years. The smoke of the past will make me ponder in the future.
The mandarin ducks sleep together by the pool after dusk, and the flower branches dance with their beautiful shadows in the moonlight. A layer of curtains tightly blocks the lights. The wind has not stopped yet, the voices of people have been quiet, and the sunset will surely cover the paths in the garden tomorrow.
"Bu Shuanzi·Huangzhou Dinghui Yuan Residence Works" Song Dynasty·Su Shi
The missing moon hangs sparse tung trees, and the missing people are still at first. Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.
When you start, you look back. There is no one to forgive you for your hatred. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.
Translation:
The crescent moon hangs on the tops of the sycamore trees, missing the sound of human voices in the dead of night. Sometimes I see secluded people walking around alone, like the misty silhouette of a lone wild goose.
Suddenly startled and turned around, feeling resentful but no one knew about it. Even though they picked out cold branches, they refused to rest on them, preferring to endure the loneliness and coldness on the sandbank.