The original poem is as follows:
The bright moon and the frost on the spring night have a shadow of ten miles. The world of mortals has never met a bosom friend, and occasionally it will get a good sentence * * * to cut the window.
Song Cizhi's father-in-law used idle printing: I have a good sentence * * * to cut windows.
It means: write a wonderful poem by accident, and then spend the night with your bosom friend, deliberating words and phrases.
Notes on Rainy Nights for Friends in the North —— Li Shangyin in the Late Tang Dynasty
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Rhyme translation:
You asked me when I would go home, but I haven't set a date yet.
It rains heavily in Bashan tonight, and it rains in autumn pool.
You and I will get together again and cut the candle flowers in the west window.
Tonight, I will tell you about the autumn rain, my painful feelings.
2. Li Shangyin's famous poem epigram Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods.
On Guanshan Road, Wan Li, Tonghua, the little phoenix is clearer than the old one.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
This situation may be worth 100 million dollars, and it has come and gone before I know it.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
The propaganda room invited the sages to meet the ministers, and Jia was even more incoherent.
Autumn shadows do not come loose and frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.
The left and right mountains are far away, and the east and west avenues lock canoes.
Your kindness flows east like water, and you are in favor and out of favor.
The spring breeze is hesitant and the snow is falling.
I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
In spring, drizzle is often sprinkled on the hall with green tiles, and the flag in the ancestral hall cannot be moved by the night wind.
I often yearn for the freedom of the old people in the rivers and lakes after retirement, and I want to travel to a different world.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Autumn shadows do not come loose and frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.
The left and right mountains are far away, and the east and west avenues lock canoes.
Your kindness flows east like water, and you are in favor and out of favor.
The spring breeze is hesitant and the snow is falling.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
In spring, drizzle is often sprinkled on the hall with green tiles, and the flag in the ancestral hall cannot be moved by the night wind.
On Guanshan Road, Wan Li, Tonghua, the little phoenix is clearer than the old one.
I often yearn for the freedom of the old people in the rivers and lakes after retirement, and I want to travel to a different world.
Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods.