1. "Magpie Bridge Immortal·Xianyun Makes Clueless"
Song Dynasty Qin Guan
Xianyun makes tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and Yinhan is far away in darkness . Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back! If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
Translation: The thin clouds are changing in the sky, the shooting stars in the sky convey the sadness of lovesickness, and I quietly pass through the distant and endless Milky Way tonight. Meeting on the Chinese Valentine's Day in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples in the world who stay together forever but seem to be inseparable.
The lingering tenderness is as continuous as running water, the reunion date is as ethereal and illusory as the shadow of a dream, and I can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge Road when we part. As long as the love lasts until death, there is no need to covet the happiness of each other.
2. "The courtyard is full of fragrance, the mountains are covered with faint clouds"
Song Dynasty Qin Guan?
The mountains are covered with faint clouds, the sky is covered with decaying grass, and the corners are painted The sound breaks Qiaomen. Pause the expedition and chat about sex to lead Li Zun. How many old events in Penglai can only be looked back in vain, filled with mist. Outside the setting sun, there are thousands of jackdaws, and flowing water surrounds the isolated village.
At this moment of ecstasy, the sachet is secretly dissolved, and the belt is lightly divided. The reputation of the brothel survives. When will we see you again? There are crying marks on the sleeves. From the injured place, Gaocheng can be seen, and the lights are already dusk.
Translation: On Kuaiji Mountain, the clouds are as faint as those lightly smeared on in an ink painting; outside Yuezhou City, the decaying grass reaches the sky, endless. The horn sound from the city gate tower was intermittent. On the passenger ship returning to the north, I toasted and drank with the singing girls and said goodbye. Looking back at the many love affairs between men and women, they have turned into wisps of smoke and disappeared at this moment. The sun was setting in front of us, tens of thousands of jackdaws dotted the sky, and a curve of water surrounded the isolated village.
While feeling sad and tender, in a daze, he untied the tie around his waist and took off the sachet. It's all in vain to gain the reputation of being ruthless in the brothel. Once this is gone, I wonder when we will meet again? The tears of parting wet the skirt and cuffs of his clothes. It is the time of sadness and sorrow, the city has disappeared, the lights of thousands of houses have been lit, and the sky has entered dusk.
3. "Jade Butterfly·Watch the rain and collect the clouds"
Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty?
Look at the rain and collect the clouds, quietly by the lantern, See the autumn light. The desolate evening scene makes Song Yu feel desolate. The water is gentle and the wind is gentle, the apple blossoms are getting older, the moon is cold and the dew is cold, and the phoenix leaves are turning yellow. Feeling sad. Where is the old friend? The smoke and water are vast.
Unforgettable, Wenqi’s cocktail party, a few solitary romances, many times changing into stars and frost. The sea is vast and the mountains are far away, and it is unknown where Xiaoxiang is. Thinking of the two swallows, it is difficult to rely on distant faith, pointing to the dusk sky and empty consciousness to return home. Looking at each other sadly. In the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun rises.
Translation: I quietly leaned on the railing and stared. The rain had stopped, the clouds had dispersed, and I watched the autumn colors disappear from the horizon. In the autumn evening, the scenery is bleak and desolate, which really makes people sigh with Song Yu's sorrow for autumn. The gentle breeze blows over the water, and the white apple blossoms gradually wither and fade. The cool moon freezes the dew. The sycamore tree cannot withstand the invasion of the cold dew on the moonlit night, and its leaves have withered and turned yellow. This situation makes one feel lonely and sentimental. My old friends, where are you? All I can see in front of me is the endless autumn water, and the smoke is confusing.
The gathering of literati and the indulgent banquet are still vivid and unforgettable. After parting, we have let down so many romantic moments, and the stars have changed, all because of the distance between you and me, separated by the sky. The sea is so far away, the mountains are so far away, I don’t know where and what year we meet? It makes people feel miserable and hesitant. Thinking of the swallows flying away in pairs, it is difficult to rely on them to send messages and messages to old friends; looking forward to the return of old friends, pointing to the vast sky and identifying the returning ships, who knows that all the thousands of sails have failed, and it is also a vain hope. I stood silently, looking at each other sadly, only to see that the setting sun had faded, and the mournful cry of the lone wild goose was still floating in the sky.
4. "Sauvignon Blanc·Thousands of Clouds"
Song Dynasty Lu You?
Thousands of clouds, thousands of waters, and the body is in the water of thousands of clouds. The moonlight collects the fishing tube.
My head is still young, my ears are not deaf, but I can still blush when I drink. Who is the same as one?
Translation: There are layers of clouds and layers of water and mountains. I am fishing alone and surrounded by layers of mountains and rivers. When the bright moon was high, I collected my fishing tube and slowly returned home. Now my hair is not thin and gray, my ears can still hear, and I can still get drunk when I get good wine. But in this deep mountain forest, who can drink with me?
5. "Bodhisattva Man·The wet clouds do not move and the river bridge is cold"
Song Dynasty·Su Shi
The wet clouds do not move and the river bridge is cold. The tender cold is beginning to reveal the shadow of the east wind. There was a long sound of water under the bridge. A sprig and moon scent.
People feel pity for flowers as old as ever. Flowers should be thinner than people. Don't rely on small columns. It's late at night and the flowers are cold.
Translation: The moist clouds are stagnant, the creek bridge is cold, and the light cold has just penetrated the figure of the east wind. The water under the bridge made a long sound, and the plum branches on the riverside were blending with the moonlight to emit fragrance. People love flowers as if meeting old friends. Compared with people, flowers should be handsome and thin.
I was alone and leaning on the small railing, but I didn't know that I was suffering from the cold in the middle of the night!