1, I am in the seclusion of Zhongnanshan.
Wang Wei (Tang)
After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
Translation:
After middle age, I had a strong desire to do good, and I didn't settle down in the border of Zhongnanshan until my later years. When I am interested, I often go to play alone. When I am happy, I also have a good time and indulge myself. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the rising clouds change. I happened to meet a village elder in the Woods. I talked and laughed with him and often forgot to go home.
2. Wuling Spring Festival Gala
Li Qingzhao (Song)
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
Translation:
The wind stopped, the dust smelled of flowers, and the flowers had withered. The sun has risen high, but I'm too lazy to dress up. The scenery remains the same, the personnel have changed, and everything is over. I wanted to pour out my feelings, but before I could speak, tears came down first. I heard that the spring scenery in Shuangxi is still good, and I plan to go boating. I'm afraid the grasshopper-like boat in Shuangxi can't bear the heavy sadness in my heart.
3. Yu Meiren listens to the rain.
(Song)
Teenagers listen to the rain and sing upstairs. The red candle is weak. Listening to the rain on the boat in the prime of life. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listen to the rain monk Lu. The temple is full of stars. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless. Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.
Translation:
When I was young, I listened to the rain on the rostrum, lit red candles, and in the dim light, there were lights in my account. Middle-aged people, on a boat in a foreign country, are watching the drizzle, the vast river, the water and the sky, the west wind, and a lonely goose that has lost its flock moans. Now, a person is at the monk's house, listening to the drizzle.
When people are old, their temples are gray, and the experience of life's joys and sorrows is ruthless. Let the rain drop by drop on the steps until dawn.
4. Tang Duoling Luye Manting Porridge
Liu Guo (Song)
Reed leaves are full of Tingzhou, and the cold sand zone is shallow. Twenty years have passed, South Tower. Liu Xia's mooring is not stable yet, but it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days.
The yellow crane broke the rock head, so the old friend was there? Old rivers and mountains are new troubles. I want to buy osmanthus with wine, but I don't like it.
Translation:
The dead leaves of reeds fall all over the sandbars, and shallow cold water flows quietly on the beach. Twenty years have passed in a flash, and now I'm back in the old South Building. I hurried back to my hometown before the boat under the willow tree was tied. Because the Mid-Autumn Festival is in a few days. Have old friends been to the dilapidated Yellow Crane Head?
The desolate old mountains and rivers have added endless new worries. I want to buy osmanthus and go boating on the water with wine. But not as heroic as a teenager.
5. Ugly slave, the middle wall of Shuboshan Road
Xin Qiji (Song)
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words.
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
Translation:
People don't know the taste of sadness when they are young, and they like to climb high and look far. I like to climb high and see far, and I am reluctant to say that I am worried about writing a new word. Now I have tasted sadness, but I want to say it but I can't say it. I want to say it, but I can't say it. What a cool autumn!