Original text:
Red crisp hands. Huangteng wine willow on the palace wall of Spring City.
Dongfeng evil. Love is thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.
Spring is as old as ever. People are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face.
Peach blossoms fall. Leisure swimming pool hall. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Momomo.
Red and crisp hands, holding a cup full of yellow rice wine. Spring is rippling all over the city, but you are as far away as a palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is and how thin the joy is blown. A full glass of wine is like a sad mood, and life after leaving for a few years is very bleak. No, no, no.
Spring is still bright, but people have lost weight in vain. Wash away the carmine on your face and soak all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms in Man Chun fall on silent and empty ponds and castles. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Momomo.
2. Song Dynasty poet Su Shi's "The 20th Dream of the First Month of Jiang"
Original text:
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Don't think about it. Unforgettable
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you, and we can't help thinking about it. But it's hard to see each other after all. Lonely graves thousands of miles away, there is nowhere to tell the sadness in my heart.
Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I am covered in dust and my temples are like frost. Last night, I returned to my hometown in my dream, at the window of the cabin. I'm dressing up. You and I are silent and sad, only tears fall thousands of lines. The place where I expected to miss her in the past was on the bright moon night, on the short Songshan Mountain.
3. Song Dynasty poet Tang Wan's "Hairpin Phoenix, Human Love"
Original text:
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late.
The breeze is dry and the tears are residual.
If you have to worry, just say it alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away.
The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy.
Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!
Translation:
The world is cold, it rains in the evening, and the peach blossoms are broken. In this bleak scene, people's hearts can't help but be sad. The morning breeze dried the tears last night. When I want to write down my thoughts, I can't. I can only lean on the diagonal and call you away from my heart. Talking to yourself in a low voice, I hope you can hear me. Difficult, difficult, difficult.
This time is different from the past, so far away, I am also seriously ill, just like Qiu Qiansuo. The night wind is biting and the whole body is cold. Listening to the horn in the distance, I felt a chill in my heart. When the night is over, I will be like this night soon, right? Afraid of being asked, I held back my tears and forced a smile in front of others. Hide, hide, hide.
4. Song Dynasty poet Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha Drinks Dongfeng"
Original text:
Drink Dongfeng and relax.
Chuiyang Mozi Luocheng East. At that time, I always held hands and traveled all over the Champs.
It is endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry.
The flowers this year are better than those last year. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who do you know?
Translation:
Raise your glass and pray to the East. Please stay a little longer and don't leave in a hurry. The country road surrounded by weeping willows in the east of Luoyang is where we swam hand in hand last year. We swam all over the colorful flowers.
Meeting and parting are so hasty, but the resentment in my heart is endless. This year's bonus is better than last year, and next year's flower show will be even better. Unfortunately, I don't know who I will be with at that time.
5. Qian Qi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, was "after having obtained a provincial examination".
Original text:
It is often heard that the immortals in Xiangshui are good at playing the piano and singing.
Beautiful music makes Feng, the river god, dance and dance, which is unbearable for travelers who travel far away.
Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved by sadness; The sonorous, high-pitched musical tone is so penetrating that it has been flying to lofty places.
Cangwu complains, and Angelica dahurica is fragrant.
Music flows along the water to Xiangjiang River, and then into the lake, flying over the vast Dongting Lake.
The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming.
It is often said that the God of Whispering Water is good at playing clouds and weapons. Beautiful music makes Feng Yi, the river god, dance, but travelers from afar can't bear to listen. Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved and sad; Clear and high-pitched music, with such strong penetrating power, has been flying to the lofty and boundless place.
When such wonderful music reached the wilderness of Cangwu, even the spirit of Shun Di, who was resting on Jiuyi Mountain, was moved by it, giving birth to complaints and longings; And Angelica dahurica, which grows in Cangwu area, also spits out more fragrance under the inspiration of music. The music spread along the running water to Xiangjiang River, turned into a hate platform and flew over the vast Dongting Lake. At the end of the song, people dispersed and were silent, but there was no goddess Xiang Shui. The smoke on the river dissipates, revealing several peaks, which are beautiful and charming.