1. Memories of Wang Sun's Xia Ci
Song Dynasty: Li Zhongyuan
Feng Pu hunted a small pond. After the rain, the lotus flowers are full of fragrance. Shen Li pumpkin is cold in ice and snow. Bamboo square bed. Needle and thread are careless, and dreams grow in the afternoon. ?
translation
In the small pond, the water plants in the wind are hunting soundly, and the lotus flowers after the rain exude a refreshing fragrance, which makes the whole yard full of lotus fragrance. Hot summer, a rare refreshing after the rain. Enjoying the plums and melons put in the well and chilled with cold water, it's as cold as ice and snow!
on a square bed made of bamboo, who has the mind to take a needle and thread as a female worker? It should be a pleasant thing to have a good nap without sweat and fatigue!
2. Give a lotus flower
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The flowers and leaves in the world are not related, and the flowers go into the golden basin to make dust.
Only the green lotus and red lotus are naive.
this flower and this leaf often set each other off, which reduces the red and kills people.
Translation
People in the world have different opinions about flowers and leaves. They plant flowers in beautiful golden pots, but leave them in the soil and turn them into dust. Only the lotus flower is matched with red flowers and green leaves, and the lotus leaf is curled and relaxed, and the lotus flower is open and closed, which is so perfect and natural. Lotus and lotus leaf have been reflecting each other for a long time. When the lotus leaf falls and the lotus leaves wither, how regrettable it is.
3. Spread the fragrance of Huanxisha to sell the residual green leaves
Five Dynasties: Li Jing
The fragrance of Hanxisha to sell the residual green leaves, and the west wind worried about the green waves. Also with Shaoguang * * * gaunt, ugly.
the drizzle dreams that the chicken is far away, and the small building blows through the jade to chill the cold. How many tears do you hate, lean on the bar.
Translation
The lotus leaves are all gone, the fragrance is dissipated, the lotus leaves are withered, and the west wind in late autumn blows the green water, which makes people full of sadness. The good years of life are fading away. People who are haggard with Shaoguang can't bear to see it (this bleak scene).
it's drizzling, and the scenery outside the Great Wall is far away in the dream. (Wake up) The sound of cold sobs echoed in the small building. (Remembering an old friend's past), (she) leans on the bar with tears in her eyes and embraces endless bitterness.
4. Zhao Jun complained that it rained on the lotus
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
In the afternoon, he dreamed of the flower bottom of a boat, and the fragrance filled the West Lake. The sound of the heavy rain hitting the tent surprised the dream at first.
it's the pool that jumps into the rain, but the real pearls will gather after being scattered. Gather as a nest of mercury, purging clear waves.
Translation
Sleeping at noon in summer, I dreamed of boating among the lotus flowers in the West Lake, where the lake was full of smoke and water and the lotus flowers smelled fragrant. Suddenly, a shower like a sieve of beans hit the awning, making a sound of "flapping" and "flapping", which woke me up from the dream of enjoying the lotus in the West Lake.
I thought I was enjoying the lotus in the West Lake, but it turned out to be a lunch break at home. I woke up when the lotus leaf hit the pool in a sudden rain. When I woke up, I watched the courtyard lotus pond. The lotus leaf was hit by the sudden rain, and the beads of rain jumped up and down. The glittering raindrops suddenly gathered and scattered, scattered like broken pearls, bursting around, dazzling people, and finally gathered in the center of the leaves, like a nest of sparkling mercury.
5. Mad husband
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
A thatched cottage in the west of Wan Li Bridge, where the pool of flowers is a surging wave.
The wind is fragrant with Cui Xiao and Juan Juan, and the rain is red and fragrant with Ran Ran. (Xiao Tong: Xiao Yu)
The book of an old friend of Houlu is cut off, and the color of a hungry child is bleak.
if you want to fill the gap, you will be more crazy if you laugh at yourself.
Translation
On the west side of Wan Li Bridge is my shabby hut. Few people visit, and Baihuatan is with me, happy with the times. This is Canglang. The breeze gently hugs the green bamboo, which is beautiful and smooth, and the floating rain slowly washes the pink lotus, which is fragrant. When I became a friend of a high official, my face changed as soon as I became rich, and I broke up with him long ago. My little son, who had been hungry for a long time, had a sad face, which made me feel guilty and sad.
My old bones is about to be thrown into a ditch. I have no official and no money, only a wild one. Laugh to myself. The crazy man of that year is even crazier when he is old! I am so crazy!