White hair three thousands of feet, because I worry so long. I don't understand (when looking in the mirror) what sadness makes my white hair like autumn frost in a mirror.
Flowers, as high as my window, hurt the heart of a wanderer, because I see from this height that sadness is everywhere. The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable. The imperial court, like the North Star, will not change in the end, and the Western Hills of Kohl will not invade Tibet. However, in the twilight, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor. I sang the songs that his prime minister sang when he was not unfamiliar on the mountain. -Du Fu's "Climbing the Building"
I am very sad that the flowers are close to the tall buildings and far from my hometown. At this moment when the whole country is in trouble, I went upstairs to visit them.
Spring scenery on both sides of Jinjiang River is pressing, and the clouds on Lei Yu Mountain are ever-changing.
The imperial court, like Polaris, will not change in the end. Bandits and robbers from Xishan shouldn't break in. Unfortunately, Liu Chan, the late ruler of Shu, still enjoys sacrifices in the temple. At dusk, I will recite Fu Liang's song.
I don't go to Beigongmen to petition any more, but to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan Mountain. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing. The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Full of sadness, tossing and turning, the pine forest is empty under the moon. -Meng Haoran's "On Returning to Zhongnanshan at the End of the Year"
I have stopped asking for audience at the north gate of the palace and retired to my humble abode in Nanshan. Because of the lack of talent, abandoned by the wise Lord, and because there are many dead ends, the friends who died of illness are gradually sparse. Over time, the white hair on the head makes people aging, and the ruthless New Year forces the old year to disappear. I often feel sad in my chest and can't sleep all night. The moonlight in front of the window increased the sense of emptiness.
4. It's sad to be crazy without seeing Li Shengjiu. The whole world wants to kill people, and I only care about talent. A thousand clever poems and a glass of wine. Kuangshan reading office, it's good to be back white. -Du Fu's "No See (No News from Li Bai)"
I haven't seen Li Bai for a long time. It's pathetic that he pretends to be wild. All those people in the world want to kill him, and only I pity him for being a talent. Teach Jie Li to write thousands of poems, and Jie Li can only drink one glass of wine. This is your old residence where you studied in Kuangshan. You should come back when your hair is white.
When I was a child, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains looked like a mountain. It snowed at night and the iron horse dispersed in the autumn wind. Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded. When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years. -Lu You's book Anger
When I was young, I was determined to explore the northern Central Plains. I didn't expect it to be so difficult. I often look north at the Central Plains, my blood is boiling, and my grievances are like mountains. I remember beating up the nomads from Guazhou and releasing warships on a snowy night. The autumn wind swept Ma Benteng, recovering the good news of the big three passes. I think I compared myself to the Great Wall of Wan Li, and made a great wish to sweep away the border troubles for the motherland. Up to now, it is empty talk to expect the recovery of the Northern Expedition. People can't help thinking of Zhu Gekongming, who is really a model. Who made every effort to lead the three armies to the Han Dynasty and establish the Central Plains in the north?
6. The lake here in August is an air with heaven. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang. I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish. -Meng Haoran's A Letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang
In August, the Dongting Lake is boundless, and the water and sky are blurred, which is connected with space. Yunmeng Erze's water vapor transpiration is in vain, and the stormy waves seem to shake Yueyang City. I want to cross the river, but I can't find a boat or paddle. It's really shameful to idle around in an enlightened age. Sitting by the river watching others fish hard, you can only envy others for their success in fishing.
7. Dust and wine stains on clothes travel everywhere. Is this body a poet? Riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle. -Lu You's Rain at Jianmen Road
The clothes are covered with the dust of the journey and the traces of messy wine. Going out on official business, there is no place that does not make people gloomy and sad. Should I be a poet all my life? Why ride a thin donkey and go to the sword gate in the drizzle?
On the 8th, he sought audience with courtiers, and Jia He was even more incoherent. Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods. -Li Shangyin's Jia Sheng
Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty sought the virtuous and announced that he would summon the demoted courtiers. Jia Yi's talent is really brilliant and unparalleled. It's just empty talk in the middle of the night, which makes people sigh. Emperor Wen asked all about ghosts and gods, and made no mention of state affairs and people's livelihood.
9. Where were those lost times before me? Behind me, where are the future generations? . Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness. -Chen Ziang is on the Youzhou Tower.
I can't see the saints who accepted talents in ancient times, and I can't see the wise kings who are thirsty for talents in later generations. Only the world is boundless, and I can't stop crying with sadness.
10, read less poetry books, humble Han and Tang dynasties, and send agriculture and mulberry in the year of Mo. Riding a donkey wants to land on his feet, and there is always a bottle of wine around him. Old to describe, although changed, drunk in high spirits. What does the Taihang Wangs do? It's like laughing at the foolish old man's overreaching. -Lu You's self-mockery
Translation: When I was a teenager, I read poetry books and didn't even pay attention to the martial arts of Han and Tang Dynasties. When you are old, send yourself to Nongsang. Riding a donkey, his feet are about to touch the ground, he likes to drink, and his glass is always on his side. Although his appearance has changed in his old age, he is still in high spirits when he is drunk. How on earth did the two mountains of King Wu of Taihang move? Ironically, I don't measure myself like a stupid old man.