Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to part when breaking up. Moreover, the weather in late spring, when the east wind is about to harvest, makes people feel even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes. Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear.
Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.
2, Jun asked that the return date was undecided, and it rained at night in Qiuchi. ? When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. -From the Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's Notes for a Friend in the North on a Rainy Night.
Interpretation of the vernacular: You asked me when I would go back, but I haven't set a date yet. At the moment, evening rain is falling, and the autumn rain is full of Hechi. When can I go back to my hometown, and we can talk while cutting candles under the west window? Then I'll be a guest in Bashan tonight and listen to the drizzle and tell you how lonely I am and how much I miss you!
3. Sauvignon Blanc is like a memory, and short acacia is infinite. If I had known, I would have met you. -From the Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words/Autumn Poems"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Forever lovesickness is always remembered, but short-lived lovesickness is endless. I knew that acacia was so entangled in my heart that I didn't know it at the beginning.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before you know it. -From the Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The feelings of joys and sorrows can't be recalled today, but it was unintentional and already melancholy.
5, spring is as old as ever, people go empty and sparse, and tears are red. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo! -From the Song Dynasty: Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix Red Crisp Hands"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Spring is still bright, but people are languishing in vain. Tears washed away the carmine on his face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms in Man Chun fall on silent and empty ponds and pavilions. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!