1. It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like dying. May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. ——"Qingming" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Translation: During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, drizzle falls one after another, and all the travelers on the road are in despair. May I ask the local people where to buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy smiled and pointed to Xinghua Mountain Village in the distance.
2. Wind and rain send spring home, while flying snow welcomes spring. There are already hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches. Qiao doesn't fight for spring, she only reports that spring has come. When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she smiled among the bushes. ?——?Modern times · Mao Zedong's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"
Translation: The wind and rain have sent away winter, and the flying snow in the sky has ushered in spring. The cliff has been covered with hundreds of feet of sharp ice, but the plum blossoms are still blooming proudly and beautifully in the snow. Although the plum blossoms are beautiful, they do not compete with the peaches and plums in beauty. They just bring the news of spring. When the mountains and fields were filled with flowers, she was smiling among the flowers.
3. When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond was filled with rain at night in Bashan. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? ——Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, "Night Rain Sends to the North"
Translation: You asked about the return date, it is difficult to say accurately. It rained heavily all night in Bashan, filling the autumn pond. When will I return, I will cut the candles from the west window and tell my face to my face how bad the rain is at night in Bashan.
4. Entering Wu at night with cold rain and continuous rain, I saw off my guests in Chushangu in the morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot. ——"Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty
Translation: The misty mist and rain spread all over the Wu River and the sky all night long; I send you off in the morning, and I am so sad for Chushan! My friend, if my relatives and friends in Luoyang ask about me, just say that I am still as cold as a jade pot and stick to my faith!
5. Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two cups of light wine, how can I defeat him? The wind comes late and the wind comes in a hurry! The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness! The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! ——?Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty, "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi"
Translation: Empty and without ideas, desolate and desolate, miserable and sad. How can I rest my body when I feel warm sometimes and cold sometimes? How can you resist the cold wind that comes in the evening by drinking three glasses of light wine? The wild geese heading south to escape the cold have flown over, but sadly it is an old acquaintance. I don’t recognize my old compatriots.
The chrysanthemums are all withered and yellow. I am so sad and haggard that I have no intention of admiring and cherishing the flowers. Now that the flowers are dying, who can pick them? Waiting in front of the window to pass the time, watching the window to pass the time, I can't wait until it gets dark. The drizzle is dripping on the sycamore leaves, and at dusk, the sound of rain is still dripping.
How can one word "sorrow" be enough to describe this situation?