Author: Littleson?
Original text:
Fewer people leave in spring.
Water-bearing hibiscus leaves are still clear in spring.
The sunset glow is green, and the tall trees cover the warblers.
At first glance, flowers fall more clearly in the wind.
Wandering around, feeling cold, sunny nights, and the shadow of the moon.
I'm afraid I was born in Han Xiao.
It's like falling in love with you at first sight.
Love is that mountains and seas are separated and uneven.
Translation:
See more love across the mountains and seas, which are uneven, but I don't know that the sea can be crossed by boat, and there are paths in the mountains. At first sight, one step is like a heavy city, and the mountains and seas you love are separated, and the mountains and seas are uneven. Can pale and powerless love cross mountains and the sea? Unfavorable mountains and seas will stop you and me, but you forget that the sea can be crossed by boat and the mountains have roads. Love to cross mountains and seas, can be flat.
Only those who have experienced the pain of not loving can understand it. I remember Xi Murong once said: So I understand that not every seed of love can grow into a tree. People come into our lives one after another, walk side by side, drift away, and then refuse and forget. When we know this, we begin to grow up and learn to hide our troubles in beer and silence, but toss and turn in memory.
Until one day we found out that all this was fate and could not be changed. We habitually leave things beyond our control to fate. We habitually regard silence as a choice, but familiarity is because we have no choice, so silence is the only choice. You said don't wait, we are not suitable at all, I won't like you. I can only hide this sudden quiet air with a silly smile.
As you can see, I'm not crying, making trouble or pestering you. If you can't see me, I miss you and can't sleep at night. Fortunately, I miss you silently, otherwise I am afraid that you will be deafening. You know, I still like you very much. No matter how high the mountain is, I will crush it and dry up the sea.
Extended data:
Sam's poems have no title. Why are many ancient poems untitled?
The reason why ancient poems are untitled is because the authors of these poems did not intend to write poems, just to express their feelings, so it is natural to be sarcastic casually.
Gu yue: "the poems of the ancients have poems and then questions;" Modern poetry has a theme, and then a poem. People who have poems and then ask questions, their poems are based on feelings; Those who have questions and then poems, their poems are biased. " Yuan Mei also said: "Untitled poetry is heaven; Poems with questions make people listen. Nature is easy to work, but people are difficult to work. " "Three Hundred Poems" and "Nineteen Ancient Poems" are all untitled works, and later generations take the word "one of the first faces" as the title, so they are unique throughout the ages.
Baidu Encyclopedia-Mountain Wood Poetry