Three Songs in Autumn
Song Dynasty: Qin Guan
Frost falls in the gully, water is clear, and there are countless cold stars beside the boat.
there is no place in the depths of the river, and suddenly there are people laughing.
the moon group newly grinds the glazed porcelain, and drinks and calls children to teach Chu ci.
There are no fallen leaves in Xiao Xuan when the wind sets, and the caterpillar relatively spits autumn silk.
I've been rolling around the small west building, and I haven't stopped chasing after the rain.
Andrew dances with makeup. Chatting with wine is a head-binding.
translation
It's already frosting, and the water in the gully is still clear. There are thousands of stars in the sky, reflected in the water, so close to the boat.
I thought there were no families in the land near the shore, but suddenly words came out.
Soak the ground moon cake in a tea bowl. After drinking it, let the children recite Chu Ci.
There is no wind, and there are no fallen leaves in the yard. Several insects are opposite each other and spinning silk.
Looking at the rainbow, it looks like it is hanging on the small west building. The stork dove is screaming and chasing after the rainbow.
how can I get the women with full makeup to dance with each other? I drink well and give them the rainbow as a brocade.
Extended information:
The second song describes the leisure interest in family life.
write a sentence or two about grinding tea and cooking tea, and reading in class. The moon group (tea cake) is freshly ground, the flower porcelain is a cup, and the tea is beautiful and refined, which shows that the poet knows the tea ceremony very well. After drinking and reciting "Chu Ci", it is even more obvious that the teacher is well-behaved. He regards debauchery and wealth as a corrupt bureaucrat necessary for life, which is very different.
three or four sentences highlight the leisure of watching everything quietly. The wind is calm in Xiao Xuan, and the treetops are in a temporary static state, and even the old leaves are not dropped. This gives the caterpillar a good chance to spin silk relatively, which makes it uncomfortable.
The caterpillar is a tiny creature, spinning silk is a slight movement, but the poet can observe it carefully. His keen interest in the insect world and his indifferent feelings about the world are all conceivable.
The poet was intoxicated in the little world where the caterpillar spun silk, as if he had returned to his childhood, and he simply forgot the gains and losses of honor and disgrace. This kind of interest is beyond the comprehension of common things who only see wealth and power in their eyes. In this way, the poet's transcendental feelings are virtually reflected from the back of the paper. One or two sentences about human feelings, three or four sentences about autumn scenery, seemingly irrelevant at first glance, are actually harmonious in atmosphere, blending scenes, and reaching the realm of forgetting things.