An ancient poem describing ambition

1, Yishi

Author Yang Jisheng? the Ming Dynasty

I am noble and upright, and I only died for the kingdom. Qi Hao is still in space. Although I will die, my heart will live forever and shine on future generations.

The life of the country has long been the heart of the country, but it has failed to fulfill the regret of the country, leaving ashes as evil spirits to be compensated by the state to destroy the enemy.

Translation?

I was born upright and died only for my country. Heroism should still be in space. Although I am going to die, my worries will last forever, and it will shine for generations to come. I have long had the heart to serve my country, but I have failed to leave regrets for serving my country. I still have to make amends for my country and kill the enemy.

2. Wine

Author Qiu Jin? Ching Dynasty

It's worth spending a lot of money to buy a treasure knife and change mink fur.

A cavity of blood is diligent and precious, even if spilled, it can become Bi Tao.

Translation?

I paid a lot of money for a good knife. It is a heroic act to exchange a mink coat for wine. Cherish life, for the great ideal, it is worth sprinkling blood and achieving earth-shattering career.

Children from Nanling entered Beijing.

Author Li Bai? the Tang Dynasty

When I came back from the mountain, the liquor was maturing, and the yellow chicken grew fat in the autumn of grain. Calling the boys to stew yellow chicken for me, the children shouted my cotton cloth with a smile.

Qing Qing Shuang sang drunk to comfort, drunk dancing won the glory in autumn and dusk. The king of great powers struggled for a long time and rushed to the ground to catch up.

Quidditch's fool looked down on poor Zhu Maichen, and now I have left my hometown to go to Chang 'an and go to Qin in the west. I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time?

Translation?

I came back from the mountains as soon as the white wine was brewed. Yellow chickens pecked at the grain and gained weight in autumn. Calling the boy servant to stew yellow chicken and pour white wine for me, the children laughed and made noise and pulled my cloth. Drunk cantata I want to comfort myself. I dance drunk and compete for glory with autumn dusk.

Wan Chengwang, who lobbied, had been suffering from the lateness of the hour, so he hurried over and began to run a long way. The silly woman in Huijili looked down on the poor, and now I quit my family and went to Chang 'an to go to the western state of Qin. How can I be a person who has been in the wild for a long time and walk out the door laughing on my back?

4. Join the army seven or four

Author Changling Wang? the Tang Dynasty

There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.

Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

Translation?

Qinghai Lake is covered with dark clouds, and the continuous snow-capped mountains are bleak. Yumen, the ancient city of frontier fortress, is a grand pass, thousands of miles away, facing each other from afar. The soldiers guarding the border have been through many battles, their armor is worn out, their ambitions are immortal, and they will never return to their hometown until they defeat the invading enemy.

5, five books angry, the second one.

Author Lu You? Song dynasty

White hair rustling in the middle of the river, only heaven and earth learn loneliness and loyalty. Su Wu, who has suffered a lot, has endured for more than ten years, suffering from the wind and snow, worrying and resentful, hating the rebels' guts and gnashing their teeth.

The grass in the forest garden flows in the spring rain, and the brick wall in Luoyang Palace is broken in the cold month. My Zhuang Xin didn't die at the same age. Even if I die, I can become a ghost wise man.

translate

I, an old man with sparse white hair, live in seclusion near Jinghu Lake. Only the just world can see my loyalty to my country and my loyalty to my liver. Su Shi, who was in trouble, endured more than ten years' hardships, and Zhang Xun, who was worried, hated his guts and gnashed his teeth.

A little bit of spring rain falls on the grass of Shanglinyuan, and the broken brick wall of Luo Yang Palace is seen on a cold night. My strong heart didn't grow old and died together at the same age. Even if I die, I can be a hero in ghosts!