The slight shade obscures the sunny view, and the breeze floats my clothes.
Fish dive into the Lu water, and birds fly across the sky.
Those who are travellers, and those who work as slaves, cannot return.
At first there was severe frost, but now there is white dew.
Travelers sigh at the separation of millet, and those who live in the country sing songs of decline.
Be generous to the guests, but sad inside.
The cold mountains are green,
Who is playing the jade flute on the river?
Bianzhou sees off Xiaoxiang guests from afar.
The reed flowers are white with frost and moon for thousands of miles,
The color of the road is hurt,
Guanshan is the only way to come to the court.
The trees in the garden are withered by frost,
I am worried about sleeping under the window all night.
Embroidered curtains are in the wind, orchid candle flames, and dreams are far away.
The parrot in the golden cage complained about the long night,
The string of the jade zheng beside the cage was broken.
Longtou Cloud, Taoyuan Road, two souls disappeared.
Whose flute is the plum blossom blowing into?
The clouds are moving and the sky is azure in the middle of the night.
I can’t sleep peacefully on my pillow,
The people of Guanshan have not returned.
The sound is followed by the faint resentment,
The clouds are broken and the moon is clear and frosty.
Under the heavy curtains in the shadow of the moon,
The eaves are covered with flowers in the breeze.
The wind returns to the small courtyard and the greenery
The spring in the willow eyes continues.
I have been silent for half a day,
The sound of bamboo and the crescent moon are still the same as before.
The music and songs have not yet dispersed, and the emperor is still there.
The ice on the pond is beginning to melt.
The candles are bright and the fragrance is dark, and the building is deep.
My temples are full of clear frost and lingering snow.
Poor Shuangyue is temporarily dependent on each other, [2]
Don’t fly to Hengyang while the team is flying. [3]
Both are guests at cold nights in the south of the Yangtze River.
The feathers are thin and the rice beams are microscopic. [4]
Autumn is desolate,
The sycamore trees are all gone and the west wind is evil.
The west wind is evil, and there are several sounds of new wild geese,
Several sounds of broken horns.
I don’t care about people wandering around,
Every year I live up to my promise.
Yellow flowers bloom, several courtyards,
Several curtains.
The sound of the flute swallowed,
Qin E dreamed of cutting off the moon in the Qin Tower.
The moon in Qinlou is like a willow color every year,
Baling is sad to say goodbye.
Enjoy the Qingqiu Festival in Yuanyuan,
The sound of Xianyang’s ancient road is breathtaking.
The sound is gone, the west wind is shining,
The mausoleum of the Han family.
Flower Language
I am a lotus girl,
I can’t express my feelings like rain.
If you see lotus tears,
Do you know how bitter the lotus is?
I am a lotus girl,
I am just in love with you.
I will sing for you tonight,
Every sentence is a sad song.
I am a lotus girl,
I dance for you day and night.
How many things have you seen in the world?
The only close friends are you and me.
I am a lotus girl,
I became a poetic couple with you in my dream.
I hope that all lovers in the world will get married one day.
I am a lotus girl,
Please remember this with my heart.
On the day when the lotuses bloom next year,
they will bring my blessings.
3. Lingshan Guard
Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard,
We have met each other in dreams several times.
I never had the heart to put down my pen,
The paper was filled with blood and tears.
Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard,
Every plant and tree is haggard.
I heard that Lingshan Mountain is a thousand feet high,
It is difficult to find a single red rose.
Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard,
How many loves are in the world?
I see geese flying south in the sky every day,
My heart is broken when I don’t see my old friend.
Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard,
The cold star falls once a year.
Looking at last year’s star in the north,
Who is this year’s cold star?
Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard,
Where in Lingshan is there no blood?
Listen to the sound of pine waves in the middle of the night,
Tell us about yesterday’s merits and sins.
Reference material: "Three Hundred Poems", author: Bai Yu