I became an elderly man for half my life, and my self-study roared in the evening breeze.
The pearls at the bottom of the pen have nowhere to sell, but they are thrown into wild vines.
Translation:
Halfway down and out, he has turned into a white-haired old man, standing alone in front of his study listening to Wang Feng roar.
The grape fruit painted in his pen is like pearls, but it has nowhere to sell and can only be thrown into wild vines.
2. Grapes by the Tang Dynasty poet Han Yu.
The new work is not half dry, and the overhead is fragmented.
If you want a full plate of horse milk, don't add bamboo to attract dragons.
Translation:
The newly pumped grape buds were half dry before they grew out, and the high shelf was loose and crooked, and was lifted again.
If you want to hang grapes on the shelf, don't delay adding bamboo poles to kidnap children and draw dragon whiskers.
3. Ode to Grapes by Tang Yan Qian, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
The west garden is tender and refreshing in the evening, covered with grapes. ?
A shelf full of purple corduroy with high support and oblique golden columns.
Translation:
In the evening, the garden in the west is sunny and cool. Hold up a glass and slowly pick and taste the grapes.
A bunch of purple grapes are hanging on the grape rack, and a grape is hanging obliquely.