Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji
You know I have a husband and you want to give me a pair of pearls.
I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt.
My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd.
Although I know you are sincere to Lang Lang, I have vowed to share my life and death with my husband.
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.
You insisted on giving me a pair of pearls when you knew I had a husband. I thank you for your affection for me and for tying pearls on my red shirt. My tall building is connected to the Royal Garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd.
Although I know you are sincere and open-minded, I have vowed to live and die with my husband. I cried when I returned your double beads. I regret not meeting you before I got married.
2. "Meet again in the depths of Qulan"
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Reunion in the depths of the winding aperture, tears even to people. Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months.
Sleeping alone for half a life, the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. Recall what is the most fascinating thing. The first move is to draw a skirt.
I met you again in the depths of the winding cloister, and I held you in my arms with pity. The two snuggled together, whispering and telling each other about their long-lost lovesickness.
In my arms, your body trembled slightly, gently wiping the dripping crystal tears, which made people feel infinite pity. Now, the beauty in memory has become desolate after parting. After leaving, I only felt lonely for half my life, and tears were already on my pillow. The bleakest and coldest, in the quiet moonlight, I am most afraid of memories, so I splash ink on my skirt with you.
3. "Jinse"
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
There are twenty-five strings in Thuben, but this poem was written after Li Shangyin's wife died, so fifty strings have the meaning of broken strings, but even so, every string and syllable of it is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time. Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom. Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu.
The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls. Only then can Lantian in another place produce something as beautiful as smoke. Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
4. "Lou Yu Spring Hate"
Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
Lvyang Fangcao Changting Road. It's easy to throw people away when you are young. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower.
Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality and bitterness. One inch or a thousand strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
On the verdant Changting Road, he seemed like a couple, leaving me easily. The bell on the roof awakened Wu Geng's dream, and his heart was sad like the spring rain in March at the bottom of the flower.
Where can a heartless person know the distress of a sentient person? An inch of acacia is inextricably linked. No matter how far the horizon is, that day will have an end, but people's sorrow is infinite and endless.
5. "Meet Huan (there is nothing to say when going to the West Building)"
Tang Dynasty: Li Yu
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
Silent and lonely, I slowly climbed up the empty West Wing and looked up at the sky, accompanied by a bend of Leng Yue. Looking down, I saw the lonely plane tree in the yard, and the deep courtyard was shrouded in cold and desolate autumn colors.
It's the pain of national subjugation, and it's been cut all the time. That long sadness is entangled in my heart, but it is another kind of unspeakable pain.