1. "Pastoral Works in Spring"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The spring doves are singing on the house, and the apricot blossoms are white beside the village.
Hold an ax to cut down the distant mountains, and pick up the spring veins with a hoe.
Returning to Yan recognizes the old nest, and the old sees the new calendar.
When I came to the wine table, I suddenly felt helpless, and I felt melancholy as a traveler from afar.
Translation: A dove is chirping on the house, and large white apricot flowers are blooming beside the village. He held the ax to straighten the long branches of the mulberry tree, and picked up the hoe to inspect the path of the spring. Last year's swallow flew back, as if it knew its old nest. The old owner of the house was looking through the New Year's calendar. He raised his glass to drink, but stopped again. Thinking of leaving his homeland to be a guest, he couldn't help but feel melancholy and regretful.
2. "With Singer Mi Jiarong"
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
Singing in Liangzhou, Mi Jiarong was the only one who sang.
In recent times, people have underestimated their ancestors, and they like to dye their moustaches and have to bear with them later.
Translation: Mi Jiarong is one of my old acquaintances who can sing the wonderful song "Liangzhou". The current generation has looked down upon its predecessors and dyed its black beard to serve the future generation.
3. "Beauty"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
There was a beautiful woman who lived in a secluded valley.
From Yunliang's family, the trees and grass are scattered.
Guanzhong Xi was defeated and his brothers were killed.
It doesn’t matter how high the official is, he must not accept his flesh and blood.
The world is in decline, and everything will change.
The husband is frivolous, but the newlywed is as beautiful as jade.
When it is still known, the mandarin ducks will not stay alone.
But when you see new people smiling, you hear old people cry.
The water in the mountain spring is clear, but the water in the mountain spring is turbid.
The maid returns from selling pearls and mends the hut with turnips.
Pick flowers without inserting them into your hair, and pick cypresses to make your hair full.
The weather is cold, the green sleeves are thin, and the sun sets against the bamboo.
Translation: There was a beautiful lady who lived in seclusion in a secluded deep mountain valley. She said: "I am a woman from a good family, and I only stay with the grass and trees when I am living alone. I remember that when Chang'an was in mourning, my brothers were brutally killed. What's the use of having a high official position? You are not allowed to adopt my closest relatives. The world is the way it is. I hate decay, everything is like a candle shaking in the wind.
I didn’t expect that my husband was a frivolous man, and he married a beautiful bride. . I only laugh with the new people day and night, so why do I, the old person, cry? "The spring water in the mountain is clear and transparent, but the spring water out of the mountain is turbid.
The maid who sold off her jewelry has just returned, pulling the vines to repair the dilapidated hut. I picked wild flowers and didn’t like to dress them up. I picked a bunch of cypress trees. The weather was cold and the beauty's clothes were thin. She leaned against a long green bamboo in the setting sun.
4. "Qinyuan Spring·The Lone Crane Returns"
Song Dynasty: Lu You
The Lone Crane returns and flies to the Liaotian again, replacing all the old people . The withered graves filled with thoughts, the vast dreams, the princes and ants have finally turned into dust. Carrying wine in the garden and looking for flowers in the alleys, I never underestimated the spring that day. As time goes by, the belt in the sigh garden is left, and the hair on the temples is refreshed.
Make love. Scattered like clouds. How could I have expected that I would be like this now? Fortunately, I have good eyesight and good health, and I have good food and tea. I am not the only one who is old, but others are also poor. Avoiding all dangers and squandering ambitions, I gather water in my short boat in the lake. Why should I hate that there is a drunk fisherman and a river friend as my neighbor?
Translation: The crane returns from Liaodong. The old ones wither and the young ones grow up, which makes me deeply feel the impermanence of life. The people lying in these desolate graves everywhere had many beautiful dreams during their lifetime, but now they are cut off with their death. I once brought fine wine with me to a forest garden full of spring scenery to drink and enjoy the scenery.
When I was young, I also looked for flowers and willows in the excitement of spring, and I did not let down the wonderful spring and my youth. Time flies by very quickly, and now I am thin and old, and my temples have turned gray.
My relatives and friends are all scattered, dead and gone. Now, to my surprise, I was left alone, returning to my hometown alone. Fortunately, my eyes can still see, my thin body is still healthy, I can appreciate the sweetness of tea when I taste it, and I can still chew it well when I eat. Don't think that you are old. There are many poor people who are more tired than me.
Although the crisis was narrowly avoided, the ambition has faded. On the days when I returned to my hometown, I took a small boat and leisurely picked shields in the lake. What else can I have to regret? Now I drink with the fishermen and become neighbors with the farmers by the stream. I feel very satisfied with all this.
5. "Linjiang Immortal·Thirty Years in Zishan Hall"
Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
Three years in Zishan Hall, there are many old people It's withering. It hurts the most to meet you. The statue is as old as ever, and we can chat with each other for a lifetime.
In this farewell, you must know that you have to drink hard, the snow is lingering and the wind is lingering in the slender pavilion. Waiting for you to return to Jiuchong City. Emperor Chen missed the past and served the emperor day and night.
Translation: I have been staying in Zishantang for thirty years, and all my old friends have passed away. The most sad thing is meeting you. I haven't even drank a glass of wine yet, and I am just recounting my life experiences. This time, we have to drink wine in the pavilion under the gentle breeze and snow. When you go back to see and serve the emperor, you will nostalgic for the good times of the past.