It's already midnight.
Stand up and walk around the steps alone.
When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Whitehead is fame.
Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey.
I want to talk to Yao Qin. Qiu Lai's mood is half gray. He wants to visit Wang Sun with a smile.
Fill the hole and move the boat to search the shore, seek the sound and avoid the moon, and stand against the wall.
Call the lamp to shake the grass on the fence, and the flowers are exposed to wet moss.
However, I laugh and admire myself, and my bosom friend will come out of the mountain.
(Note: Wang Sun, here refers to crickets. )
Today's translation:
Lonely autumn, lonely mood,
I started catching crickets, but I was in high spirits.
I rowed the boat, filled the cricket nest with water and looked for crickets along the river bank.
I seek the sound to avoid the moon and look for crickets along the wall.
I held a lamp in the breeze and caught crickets by the fence full of weeds.
I walked among the dewdrop-smooth flowers covered with moss looking for crickets.
Crickets, crickets,
You admire yourself and sing alone,
I'm here to invite you out of the mountain and leave the "old house"
(2)
The streamer is easy to enter the autumn cool, try to resist the west wind.
Teenagers swim and win, and the hero's sense of success or failure rises and falls.
The wine is quite touching (? ) dust robbery, tears dry up for ideas.
Looking for snipe mussels coldly, who will solve the problem?
(Note: quite touching, "Zhuangzi Zeyang": "Those who live in the left corner of the country are touching; Those who have a country in the right corner of the snail are called human. At that time, in order to compete for land, tens of thousands of bodies were buried. "
Military articles, Song Jia Sidao. The report said that "Jia Sidao wants to fight cricket with a group of concubines", and the guests entered, saying: "This military commander is very evil." )
Today's translation:
The autumn wind is bleak, crickets sing,
Teenagers play cricket, compete for winning or losing, and watch the fun.
The winning cricket is as glorious as a hero.
Crickets that fail will feel sad about the "decay" of their nests.
We talk about wine and war disasters in history.
Sigh the legendary catastrophe of tens of thousands of wars between barbarian countries and touching countries.
We mourn the changing "king's flag" above the city.
We endured the ruler's "great plan of governing the country"
Watching them struggle hard on the broken mountains and rivers coldly,
Who else will discuss the important matter of running the army?
(3)
The songs chirp all over the hedge roots, listening to the autumn wind blowing into the small garden.
HSS * * * early frost suspected sick horse, sound with the falling moon with crying apes.
Nanshan Qing entered the poet's dream, and the cold in the north shocked the lazy woman's soul.
Night is like the sea in autumn, and there is a slight temperature in cold places.
(Note: In the northern sense, there is a China proverb: "Fun weaving (that is, promoting weaving) sounds, and lazy women are surprised." Later, lazy women were used as nicknames for crickets. )
Today's translation:
The autumn wind rustled in the garden and crickets buzzed around the fence.
Frost morning sings sadly, like the neigh of a sick horse.
"Song of the Moon Setting" should also echo the cries of apes.
The chirping of crickets in Nanshan disturbed the lofty sentiments in the poet's dream.
In the cold weather in the north, the chirp of crickets awakens the lazy woman's deep sleep.
The night is confused, and the autumn is cold and sad.
The cricket's song warms my lonely heart.
(4)
I might as well send my autumn voice with ambition, and touch the old feelings in three ways.
Ten years of new worries about the sky, half a dream is wrong
In those days, whoever bought Ouyang Fu was honored as Qiugu in the village.
After Taixi Nianjiashan was breached, Kurenai Rin saw Indiana Jones on the moon.
(Note: Autumn Sound, Ouyang Xiu wrote "Ode to Autumn Sound" and said, "Only the smell of insects on the walls seems to help me sigh."
Homesick and Broken Mountain was originally a Tang Daqu, written by Li Yu in the southern Tang Dynasty. Later generations may be attached to it because of its name adjustment, which is a harbinger of the collapse of the Southern Tang Dynasty. )
Today's translation:
In the far-reaching autumn, I have far-reaching ideals.
Xiao Liao's family is always unforgettable.
Ten years, in a broken dream, watching the sunrise and sunset.
Waste time, fail a lifetime.
Who will study Ouyang Xiu's Ode to Autumn Sound these days?
Teenagers in the village praised me for playing cricket.
I lamented the decline and disillusionment of my hometown.
I have to play cricket to dispel my worries.
Look at that cricket with a red claw and a round head. Like a mighty warrior.
(5)
Maple leaves are red everywhere, and dust is always ringing. Poor thing.
Wengcheng remembers the courage of the past, and Sha is still thinking about the future.
After months of sorrow, I dreamed of a golden cage in autumn.
The piano sounded like a song, and the stars were disappointed with the wind last night.
Today's translation:
Maple leaves are all over the mountain,
The poor cricket is still moaning.
Do you remember the battlefield between Barbican and bunker?
The arrival of the Millennium Festival is when your life disappears.
In your dream, you want to rush out of the cage to fight in autumn.
Last night, you sang a song in the cold wind, which was as beautiful as Huang's song.
The stars in the sky are also sad for your loss of life.
(6)
Why complain about injustice? Big sea and the sky is as clear as ink.
Sad grass full of sorrow, eyes light.
Is there a long lonely sea lion that makes him proud of himself?
Gold dresses with vulgar things, and the breeze is proud.
Today's translation:
Crickets chirp,
Tell the injustice of the world.
The vast sky is dark,
Pure light is scattered on the earth and the moon is bright.
The autumn clouds in the sky are light and erratic,
The lush grass on the ground withered and withered.
The mole below is full of air,
Top sea lions will never be lonely for long.
I don't envy the gorgeous clothes of the rich and the old.
Cricket, cricket, I envy your independent cold wind and free singing.
There are few bosom friends, and no one listens to the broken string.