Song Dynasty: Yan Shu du
Zuxi left the song and had a farewell banquet at the Changting. The incense dust has been separated from Judah, zhi. People live in the forest, and pedestrians go to the waves.
the painting pavilion disappears, and the tall building is broken. The setting sun only sends ordinary waves far. Endlessness is sorrow, and the world is full of thoughts.
Translation
After singing the sad farewell song at the farewell banquet, the farewell banquet was dispersed in the pavilion, and the incense dust obscured the sight, and people still looked back frequently after leaving. The horse that saw me off brayed through the Woods, and the boat of pedestrians had drifted away with Jiang Bo.
I feel dejected and lost in the painting pavilion, and I look at the horizon from the high building, only to see the boundless river waves in the sunset. There is endless sorrow in the world, and my heart will fly to the corner of the world to find him all over.
2. It's a dark night crying. Far from hate, I miss the willow.
Jin Dynasty: Liu Ying
Far from hate, I miss the willow, and my dream is long around the pear. The blue one remembers the chapter, the platform and the moon, and the jade whip is oblique.
the green mirror cries and marks the sleeves, and the red wall is drunk with ink cage yarn. It takes a lifetime to meet, and spring thoughts enter the pipa.
Translation
Farewell always lingers in front of the willow tree that broke up, and the dream soul can never forget the snow-white pear flower in the beauty's courtyard. I remember that I was appreciated by her in a brothel wearing a blue shirt when my official position was cold, and I didn't cross the horse and go home until the moonlight set west.
Beauty often looks at her haggard face in the emerald mirror, and her sleeves are covered with tears of acacia crying. When she was drunk, she danced on the red wall of poems, and she followed the example of her predecessors and put a blue gauze on the wall of poems.
I can't tell you all my worries when I meet again today, and all my infinite feelings are condensed in the pipa.