"The Book of Songs·Guo Feng·Wang Feng·Mill Li"
The millet is separated, and the seedlings of the millet are growing.
As I walk forward, my center is shaking.
Those who know me say that I am worried; those who don’t know me say that I want nothing.
The long sky! Who is this?
The millet is separated, and the ears of the grain are separated.
As you walk forward, you feel like you are intoxicated.
Those who know me say that I am worried; those who don’t know me say that I want nothing.
The long sky! Who is this?
That millet is separated, that is the reality of the grain.
The walking pace is as slow as a breath, and the center is like choking.
Those who know me say that I am worried; those who don’t know me say that I want nothing.
The long sky! Who is this?
Du Fu's "Army Chariots"
The chariots are rattling, the horses are rustling, and the pedestrians have bows and arrows at their waists.
The mother-in-law and the wife are walking to see each other off, and Xianyang is nowhere to be seen. bridge.
I held my clothes, stamped my feet, and blocked the road to cry, and my cry went up to the sky.
People passing by the road asked the pedestrians, but the pedestrians were confused.
Or from Fanghe in the north of Fifteenth, to Yingtian in the west of Fortyth.
When I left, my head was straight and my head was wrapped, but when I came back, my head was white and it was still guarding the border.
The side pavilion bleeds into the sea water, and Emperor Wu is not satisfied with opening the side pavilion.
You don’t know, but there are thousands of villages in the two hundred states of Han Dynasty in Shandong where Jingqi grows.
Even if there is a strong woman with a hoe and a plow, there will be no crops in the long acres.
Kang Fu Qin soldiers fought hard and were driven away like dogs and chickens.
Although the elders ask, the servant dares to express his hatred?
And now this winter, there are still many deaths in Kansai.
The county magistrate is asking for rent urgently, where will the rent and taxes come from?
I believe it is bad to have a boy, but it is good to have a girl.
If you give birth to a girl, you still have to marry your neighbor, but if you give birth to a boy, you will have to marry her neighbor.
Don’t you see, Qinghai Tou has no one to collect the bones from ancient times.
New ghosts are annoying and old ghosts are crying, and the sky is cloudy, rainy and wet, chirping.
Bai Juyi's "Pipa Tour"
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn.
The master dismounted and was on the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra.
We will say goodbye sadly when we are too drunk. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
Suddenly I heard the sound of a pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home.
Who was the one who was looking for the sound and secretly asked about the pipa? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak.
Moving the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, adding wine, turning back the lights, and re-opening the banquet.
After calling for a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft indicate feelings before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of failure in life.
The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one’s heart.
Lightly gathered together, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and later "Liu Yao".
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
In the meantime, Guan Ying is talking about the slippery bottom of flowers, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring.
The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound.
Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts out, and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.
The east boat and the west boat were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river.
While he was chanting and plucking the strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features.
She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum.
On the 13th, he learned the pipa and became the first member of the teaching group.
Qu Ba once taught talented people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup.
When Wuling was young, he was struggling with his head, and there were countless red silk songs.
The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine.
This year’s laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.
My younger brother left to join the army, and my aunt died, so I went to see you in the morning.
There are few horses and pommels in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman.
Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.
Going back and forth to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat, the moon is shining brightly around the boat and the river is cold.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, and I groaned again when I heard the words.
We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before?
I resigned from the Imperial Capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.
There is no music in the remote place of Xunyang, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.
The land near the Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house.
What did you hear in the morning and evening? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans.
When the flowers on the spring river meet the autumn moon, I often drink wine alone.
How can there be no folk songs and village flutes, which are hard to listen to?
Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears suddenly become clear as if I were listening to fairy music.
Mo Cigen sat down to play a song and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing".
I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
The mournful sound is not like the forward sound, and the whole house weeps when hearing it again.
Who wept the most? Jiangzhou Sima’s green shirt was wet.
Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Regret"
The emperor of Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country, and he couldn't get it from Yu Yu for many years. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it was the beginning of her new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.
There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love her.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet. Sisters and brothers are all from the earth, poor and glorious.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but to be reborn as girls.
The blue clouds enter from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere. Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, the king can't see enough of it all day long.
The sound of Yuyang's flying rhinoceros stirred the earth, shocking the song of colorful clothes and feathers. Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuzhong City Tower, and thousands of horses traveled southwest.
The green flowers wavered and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital. The Sixth Army had nothing to do but turned around and died in front of the horse.
There is no one to collect the flowers and flowers on the ground, and the green buds and jade are scratching their heads. The king hid his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw the blood and tears flowing.
The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion. There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dim and the sun is thin.
The Shujiang River is green and the Shushan Mountains are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night. Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rainy night.
The sky spins and the sun turns back to Long Yu. I am hesitant and unable to go. In the mud at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan Kong died.
The emperor and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward to the capital to return home. When I return, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lots of liquid and lotus but little willow.
The hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this. The spring breeze brings peach and plum blossoms into bloom at night, and the autumn rain brings the sycamore leaves falling.
There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away. The disciples in Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e in Jiaofang is old.
The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been exhausted before they fall asleep. The night is long and the bells and drums are beginning, and the stars are about to dawn.
The mandarin duck tiles are heavy with frost, and the emerald quilt is cold. After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.
Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu Ke can touch the soul with his sincerity. In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.
The emptied air rushes like lightning, ascending to the sky and entering the earth to seek for everything. The blue sky above and the yellow spring below fall, and both places are nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void. The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies.
There is a character in the book who is too real, with a snow-skinned and colorful appearance. Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the golden palace, and teach Xiaoyu to report a double success.
Smell the emperor's envoy from the Han family, and the dream in Jiuhua tent is frightened. I pick up clothes and push pillows, and wander back and forth, and the silver screen of beads and foil spreads out.
I went to bed with my temples half fresh, and came out of the hall with my corolla untidy. The wind blows and the fairy's mantle is fluttering and lifted up, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.
The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are vague. Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace.
Looking back and looking down at the world, I can see the dust and mist in Chang'an. Only the old things show deep affection, and the rhinestone alloy hairpin is sent to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces. But the teaching heart is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other. On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
"Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night"
The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.
The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river.
The river flows around Fangdian (diàn), and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests, all like xiàn (xiàn).
The frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen.
The river and the sky are completely dust-free, and there is only a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and the moon and river look alike every year.
I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow.
Who is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower?
The poor moon wanders upstairs, it should be seen away from the makeup mirror.
The jade door curtain cannot be rolled up, and it will come back after pounding (dǎo) and brushing (fú) on the clothes anvil.
At this time, we look at each other but do not hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
Swan geese fly long and fast, fish and dragons dive and leap into the water.
Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.
The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon falls on the river pool and turns to the west again (xiá).
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang road is endless.
I don’t know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love.