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1, Lu You's poem:
The first period of spring rain in Lin' an
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
Translation:
Nowadays, this situation is as vague as a veil. Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling?
Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, tomorrow morning, someone will sell apricot flowers in a deep alley.
Spread out a small piece of paper, leisurely scribble cursive script, and carefully boil water to make tea and skim the foam in front of the window at the beginning of light rain, and taste famous tea.
Don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to my hometown by Yinshanjing Lake during the Qingming Festival.
2, your MAO's poem:
"Two Xiaoxiang Pictures of Mi Hui Yuan"
In Wan Li, the river is foggy and a village is full of smoke trees.
I only owe a lonely tent to listen to the rain, as if I were in Xiaoxiang.
The mountains are foggy and horizontal, and the sand is horizontal in the distance.
Andrew is green and green. He travels from one house to another.
Translation:
Wan Li River is far away, and a nearby village of smoke trees is faint.
Faced with this misty and rainy picture scroll, people suddenly feel like they are in Xiaoxiang. I just didn't really sit on a lonely tent boat, listening to the rustling of rain all over the river.
In the morning, a faint mist surrounds the waist of Qingshan, and the distant smoke waves are flush with the sand shore.
How can I wear a green coir coat and a green bamboo hat, take the boat as my home and wander the rivers and lakes all my life?
3, Yang Wanli's poems:
cuvette
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Translation:
Spring is silent because it can't stand the thin water, and the shade reflected in the water likes the soft scenery in this sunny day.
As soon as the lotus leaf emerged from the water, a little dragonfly was already standing on it.
4, Fan Chengda's poems:
Xi Qing
Plums are ripe in the window, and bamboo shoots come out of the forest under the wall.
I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will get deeper when it clears up in summer.
Translation:
Plums are ripe in the window, and bamboo shoots grow under the wall.
It kept raining, and when it cleared up, I didn't know that spring had passed, and summer was already very late.