1, "quatrains, life is not a hundred years old"
Ming Dynasty: Liu Ji
Life is never a hundred years old. How about a hundred years old?
Heroes in ancient times have all returned to the mountains and rivers.
Life can't live to be a hundred years old, so what if you live to be a hundred years old?
Heroes of all ages have now turned to dust and scattered in rivers.
2. "Midnight Song, How Can I Avoid Life's Sorrow and Hate"
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
How can we avoid the sadness and hate in life, and what is the limit of ecstasy! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes.
Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny. The past is empty, still like a dream.
Translation:
How to avoid the sadness and hate in life? Only I am sad! I dreamed that I had returned to my old country. When I woke up, my tears fell.
Who will climb the building with me? I will always remember a sunny autumn, looking out from a tall building. The past is empty, as if in a dream.
3. "Red Peony, Live a Hundred Years"
Song Dynasty: Wang Guan
Life is a hundred years old, and seventy years old is rare. Except for ten years, the child is still young. Ten years in a coma. It's been 50 years, and half of it has been divided up by the sandman. In those twenty-five years, I would rather have no troubles.
Think it over carefully, so that you can catch up earlier. Chasing friends and laughing when they meet wine. Ren Yushan was destroyed. Shen Zui and Shen Zui, life is like dew hanging grass. Fortunately, newcomers have wine like wine, and they will sing and laugh for thousands of years.
Translation:
Life is a hundred years, and very few people live to be seventy. Ten years of childhood, ten years of old age, and fifty years in between are all occupied by sleep (including illness and leisure). In the twenty-five years of awakening, I have a lot of troubles.
Think about it carefully, life is really short, so we should pursue pleasure as soon as possible and eat, drink and be merry in time. On weekdays, I get together with like-minded friends to drink, and I am in high spirits. I don't care what happens when I get drunk.
Drunk is drunk. Life is as short as dew hanging on the grass. Fortunately, wine like Luhe has emerged in an endless stream recently, which can make me spend a pleasant time like a thousand-year-old song.
4. Under the laurel tree, I want to leave the most bitter place in life.
Yuan Dynasty: Liu Tingxin
I think, life is the hardest to leave, goose and fish are heavy, and the letter is broken. The charming appearance is actually lost. Who benefited from the good times?
The days of the poor family are dragging on day by day, only 150 days before the sun and the moon are buried, and it is early to the season of offering sacrifices to the stove for 24 nights.
I please you alone all year round, and I consult you all night alone. He came back with joy and hope. He was sad, calm and old.
Translation:
I think the hardest thing in life is to leave. There is no trace of the swan goose, the fish sinks into the deep sea, the letter is broken, and there is no news.
Beautiful appearance is humiliating. Who has benefited from good times? The life of poor families is getting harder and harder every day. It took 105 days to go to the grave, and it was not until the evening of the 24th that the kitchen was sacrificed.
Really pray all the year round, sigh lonely all night, and look forward to him with joy. The sad and indifferent person is old and his hair is gray.
5. Changsha Qinyuanchun
Modern: Mao Zedong
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island.
You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow.
The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.
Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?
I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years.
Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.
Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year.
Remember hitting the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the speedboat?
Translation:
On a crisp autumn day in late autumn, I watched the clear water of Xiangjiang River slowly flow northward.
I stood alone in orange island. You see that thousands of peaks have all turned red, and the layers of trees seem to be stained with color. The river is crystal clear, and the big ships are racing against the wind and waves.
The eagle flies briskly in the vast sky, the fish swims briskly in the clear water, and everything competes for free life in the Qiu Guang. Facing the vast universe, (thousands of thoughts come to mind together)
I want to ask: Who decides to dominate the rise and fall of this vast land?
In retrospect, my classmates and I often come here hand in hand to play.
Talking about state affairs together, countless extraordinary years still haunt me.
Students are in their youth and prime of life; Everyone is ambitious, unrestrained and strong. Commenting on state affairs, writing these turbulent and clear articles, treating the warlords and bureaucrats at that time as dirt.
Do you remember when we were swimming in a place where the river was deep and fast, the waves almost blocked the speeding boat?