"Living Alone" by Yao He of the Tang Dynasty
I can't grow out of my closed firewood door, so I teach myself Kung Fu in my spare time. Translate the pronunciation without asking for other people's words.
Why bother the opponent if you overturn the game. Livelihood is like a cloud with no fixed place, and poverty and sorrow follow each other like a shadow.
When I return to the green mountains in the end, I will find someone to sue on the dusty road.
"Living Alone in Spring" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
Everyone is clamoring for a spring outing, but who knows that being alone and quiet is the best.
The rain is coming, the sun is shining, the flowers are blooming, and the sweet dreams are floating in the deep sleep of spring.
I often worry that the responsibilities are heavy and the talent is difficult, and I occasionally have time to enjoy myself temporarily.
So it is better to know that Qizhou is a county interest, and Qizhou is still planned to be Qishanzhou
"Living Alone with Love" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The musk deer is heavy with sorrow and the wind is blowing, and the Luo Shu is afraid Moon invasion. The resentful soul is obsessed with fear, and the breath is thin and suspicious.
Many hibiscus belts and jade hairpins are frequently picked out. Tenderness is never far away, but jealousy is already deep.
The mandarin ducks are gone in Pu Leng, and the butterflies are looking for them in the empty garden. The long wax flowers bring tears, and the zheng pillars move the heart.
Looking for the Songyun dusk, turning back to Ba'an Yin. I only heard about the Liangye Courtyard and the dew well near the cold anvil.
"Living Alone" by Li Gou of the Song Dynasty
Moss roots spread across the steps, and white rain filled the four curtains.
When I am too lazy to sleep in spring, who will open the curtain at noon?
Floating dust wraps up wine leaves, and insects carve out bookmarks.
Rongrong doesn’t want it, it’s not just right.
"Residence in Early Spring" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty
Full of fragrant mash is carried by hand, east and west of the north and south of Pi Lake.
Squirrels can be seen everywhere in the lush forest, and bamboo chickens can always be heard in the secluded garden.
The clouds are scattered and broken, the sun is shining brightly, and the light rain has not turned into mud.
Old people do not predict human affairs, but they are happy that their fields can gradually be plowed.