Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense.
Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.
Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Translation:
Fireworks are like thousands of flowers and trees scattered by the east wind, falling one after another, as if they were stars. The luxurious carriage is full of fragrance. The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, and the moon like a jade pot gradually tilted west. Fish lanterns and dragon lanterns dance, laugh and make noise all night.
The beauty wears gorgeous ornaments on her head and walks with the crowd with a smile. Only the smell of clothes is still floating in the dark. I looked for her a thousand times in the crowd and suddenly turned around, but I found her inadvertently in the scattered lights.
2. Night Tour of Xijiang River in Huangsha Middle Road
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. ?
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the past, Maodian was close to the forest and the road turned to the bridge.
Translation:
The bright moonlight swept the branches, scaring the magpies away from them, and the cool evening breeze seemed to hear cicadas chirping in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, there were waves of frogs' cries in my ears, as if discussing that this year is a bumper harvest year.
The sky is cloudy and starry, flickering, and there is a light rain in front of the mountain. The old thatched cottage is still next to the Woods of the earth temple. When the road turns the source of the stream, it suddenly appears in front of you.
3. Qingpingle Villagers' Residence
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
Translation:
The eaves of the hut are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. The slightly drunk Wu dialect sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose are those white-haired in-laws?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop at home. My favorite naughty little son is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off the lotus just picked.
4. Ugly slave, the middle wall of Shuboshan Road
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. ?
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
Translation:
When people are young, they don't know the taste of sadness and like to climb high and look far. I like to climb high and look far, but I can't bear to worry about reciting new words. Now I have tasted sadness, but I want to say it but I can't say it. I wanted to say it, but I couldn't say it, but I said, "What a cool autumn!" "
5, Schumann Bodhisattva Jiangxi stoma wall
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
How many pedestrians shed tears in the middle of Qingjiang River in Yugutai. Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains.
Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. The river is sad at dusk, and the partridge in the mountain.
Translation:
There are many tears of suffering people in the flowing water of Yugutai in Ganjiang River. I look up at Chang 'an in the northwest, but unfortunately I only see countless green hills.
But how can Qingshan stop the river? The vast river finally flows eastward. In the evening by the river, I heard the plaintive voice of partridges in the deep mountains, and my heart was full of sadness.