Author Bai Juyi? the Tang Dynasty
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar.
At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Can you forget Jiangnan?
Translation:
How beautiful the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is. I have been familiar with it for a long time.
The sun rises from the river, making the flowers on the river brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can you not miss Jiangnan?
2. "Get out of the queue and send the strong word to Chen Tongfu"
Author Xin Qiji? Song dynasty
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded.
Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to turn over the Great Wall, and the enemy is on the battlefield in autumn.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder.
It's a pity that the king won fame both before and after his death.
Translation:
In the drunken dream, I lit the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I went back to the camp and blew the horn one by one.
Roast beef was distributed to subordinates, and the band played songs from northern Xinjiang. This is an autumn battlefield parade.
Horses run like horses, bows and arrows thunder.
I am bent on completing the great cause of recovering the lost land for the monarch and getting a good reputation handed down from generation to generation. Poverty has become a white-haired man!
3. Huanxisha
Author Yan Shu? Dynasty and Northern Song Dynasty
A new song and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather got old. When does the sun set?
Helpless, let the flowers fall, as if I had met Yan's return, and Xiaoyuan Xiangjing wandered alone.
Translation:
Listen to a new song and drink a glass of wine, or the old pavilion of last year's weather. When will the sunset come back?
Flowers bloom and fall, and I can't help it. The returning swallows seem to know each other and wander alone on the flower path of the small garden.
4. "Guanluo"
Author anonymous? pre-Qin period
Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river.
A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.
Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her.
If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day.
Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again.
Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple.
Pull shepherd's purse from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her.
Translation:
Guan Guan and Ming's pheasant doves are accompanied by small and medium-sized rivers.
That beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.
Uneven shepherd's purse, from left to right.
That beautiful and virtuous woman wants to pursue her when she wakes up.
I can't get it when I pursue it, and I always miss her day and night.
I miss you so much that I can't sleep.
Pick the shepherd's purse from left to right.
The beautiful and virtuous woman approached her by playing the harp.
Rugged shepherd's purse, pulled from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman rings bells and drums to please her.
5. "Look at the wheat cutting"
Author Bai Juyi? the Tang Dynasty
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Summer is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
Another poor woman, holding her son,
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Translation:
Farmers seldom have free months. When May comes, people are busier.
At night, the south wind blew, and the wheat covered on the ridge was ripe and yellow.
Women carry food in bamboo baskets and children carry water in pots.
Follow each other to deliver food in the fields, and the men who collect wheat are all in Nangang.
Their feet were smoked by the heat of the ground and their backs were basking in the hot sun.
Tired as if I didn't know it was hot, I just cherished the long summer.
I saw a poor woman standing beside the wheat harvester with her child in her arms.
The left ear of wheat was picked up in the right hand, and a broken basket was hung on the left arm.
Listening to her look at others, everyone who hears her feels sorry for her.
Because of paying rent and taxes, all the fields at home have been sold out, so we have to pick up some ears of wheat to satisfy our hunger.
What achievements have I made now, but I don't have to engage in farming and sericulture.
Get a salary of 300 stone meters a year, and there will be surplus food at the end of the year.
I feel ashamed to think of these things, and I can't forget them all day.