1. "Xijiang Moon·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road"
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
The bright moon scares the magpies on the branches, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers means a good harvest. Listen to the sound of frogs.
Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain. In the old days, Maodian Society was by the forest. The road turns to the creek and the bridge suddenly appears.
Translation: The bright moon in the sky rose above the treetops, frightening away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seemed to carry the distant chirping of cicadas. In the aroma of rice flowers, people are talking about the good harvest year, and there are bursts of frogs croaking in their ears, as if they are talking about the good harvest year.
Light clouds floated in the sky, twinkling stars appeared and disappeared, and a light rain fell in front of the mountain. The familiar Maodian hut from the past was still located in the woods near the Tutu Temple. After turning a corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of us.
2. "Autumn Wind Ci"
Han Dynasty: Liu Che
The autumn wind rises and white clouds fly, the vegetation turns yellow and the wild geese return south.
The orchids are beautiful, the chrysanthemums are fragrant, and I cannot forget the beautiful woman I am pregnant with.
The pan-building boats come to the Fen River, and the waves flow across the middle.
The flutes and drums are singing, and the music is singing, and there is great joy and much sadness.
How can you be young and old?
Translation: The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly. The grass and trees are dry and the yellow geese are returning south. The beautiful one is the orchid, the fragrant one is the chrysanthemum. Missing the beauty is unforgettable. Driving on the Fenhe River in a building boat, paddling the oars raises white waves. Play the flute or drum, too much joy and too much sadness. The days of youth passed long ago, and there is no choice but to grow old gradually.
3. "One of Two Songs of Yan"
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Pi
The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the grass and trees are shaking and falling, and the dew turns to frost.
The flock of swallows bid farewell and return to the south to soar, thinking of you as a guest and breaking your heart.
I miss my hometown for a long time, but I will send it to another place.
The humble concubine stays alone in the empty room. She worries about you and misses you, and dare not forget her. She sheds tears on her clothes without realizing it.
The sound of the piano and the strings of the music are used to clear the merchants. Short songs and slight chants cannot be long.
The bright moon shines brightly on my bed, and the stars are drifting west into the night.
The morning glory and the weaver girl look at each other from a distance, how can you live alone in the river beam?
Translation: The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, the grass and trees are withering, and the white dew is frost. The swallows say goodbye and return, and the swans fly south. I miss my beloved who is traveling far away, and my heart breaks. I am full of thoughts and miss my hometown. Why do you want to leave others alone? The concubine stays alone in her boudoir. When she is sad, she misses the gentleman. I can't forget it. Unknowingly, tears fell down and wet my clothes.
I took the guqin and plucked the strings, but there was a trace of sadness. The short song is chanted softly, seeming to continue and break. The bright moonlight shines on my empty bed, the stars flow slowly to the west, and the sleepless nights are long with worry. Morning Glory and Weaver Girl, we look at each other from a distance. What sin do you have? Being blocked by the Milky Way.
4. "Farewell to Secretary Shu Yun at Xietiao Tower in Xuanzhou"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Those who abandon me will not be able to stay the day I left yesterday;
Those who disturb my mind will have many worries today.
The long winds send autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy the high-rise buildings.
The Penglai article is built with bones in mind, with small Xie in the middle and clear hair.
We are all full of joy and hope, and want to go to the blue sky to see the bright moon.
Cut the knife to cut off the water, the water will flow more, and raise a cup to relieve the sorrow and sorrow.
Life is unsatisfactory, and the Ming Dynasty will ruin the boat.
Translation: Those who abandoned me yesterday can no longer be retained; those who disturbed my mood made me extremely worried today. The long wind blows the geese returning south. Facing this scene, they can climb up to the tall building and have a drink. Your articles are as vigorous and fresh as the literary works of the Han Dynasty. And my poetic style is as fresh and beautiful as Xie Tiao's.
We are all full of pride and joy, and our leaping minds are like flying into the high sky to pick up the bright moon. It was like pulling out a sword to cut the flowing water. Instead of being cut off, the water flowed even more rapidly. I raised my glass and drank heavily, hoping to use the wine to eliminate my worries, but instead, I became more worried.
Ah! Life in this world is so unsatisfactory. It is better to let your hair down tomorrow and take a small boat to drift freely in the rivers and lakes (retreat from the rivers and lakes).
5. "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Original text:
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jiating, on the water surface At first it is flat and the clouds are low.
Early orioles are vying for warmth in several places, and new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.
My favorite lake is the east side of the lake, with its green poplar shade and white sand embankment.
Translation:
From the north of Gushan Temple to the west of Jia Ting, the spring water on the lake has just reached the level of the embankment, and the white clouds hang low, connecting with the lake.
A few early orioles are flying to the sunny trees, and the newly arrived swallows are busy building nests and carrying mud.
The numerous flowers gradually bloomed, dazzling people's eyes, and the shallow green grass was just enough to cover the horses' hooves.
My favorite scenery in the east of the lake is that I never tire of visiting it. Rows of willows pass through a white sand embankment in the shade.