1. There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. ?——?Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"
Translation: The bright moonlight shines on the window paper in front of the bed, as if there is a layer of frost on the ground.
2. Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people’s houses, and west wind and thin horses on the ancient road. ?——?Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts"
Translation: It was dusk, and a group of crows landed on an old tree entangled with dead vines, emitting a shrill wail. The water flowed under the bridge, and smoke curled up from the houses beside the bridge. A skinny horse trudged forward on the ancient road against the west wind.
3. The exquisite dice and the red beans make people miss each other deeply. ?——?Wen Tingyun's "Two Poems of Nangezi"
Translation: The red dots on the exquisitely made dice are like the most lovesick red beans, and they go deep into my bones, expressing my love for the poem. Do you know the lovesickness that penetrates your bones?
4. Who do you want to describe as lovesickness? Lovers don’t know. ?——?Yan Jidao's "Saurus Acacia·Saurus Acacia"
Translation: Who can I tell you this lovesickness? People who are unsympathetic and unrighteous cannot understand it.
5. The Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people are sleepless, and the generals have white hair and their husbands are in tears. ?——?Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts"
Translation: The long sound of the Qiang flute came from the distance, the weather was cold, and the ground was covered with frost and snow. It was late at night, and it was difficult for those who were fighting to fall asleep. Both the generals and the soldiers had gray hair and tears on their clothes.
6. There are sounds from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke and sunset, solitary city closed. ?——?Fan Zhongyan's "Fishermen's Proud Autumn Thoughts"
Translation: At dusk, the horn blows, and the unique sound of wind, horse whistling, Qiang flute and horn sound echo from all directions. In the rolling mountains, the sun sets, blue smoke rises, and the gate of a lonely city is closed.
7. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don’t know who is missing in my autumn thoughts.
?——?Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night and Mailing it to Dr. Du"
Translation: Tonight everyone is looking up at the bright moon in the sky. I wonder whose house this autumn longing falls on?