1. the sun has set, and a mist is in the flowers, and the moon grows very white and people sad and sleepless.
It's from Three Sauvignon Blancs II by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
the sun has set, and a mist is in the flowers, and the moon grows very white and people sad and sleepless. The carving of the phoenix on the pillar, I just stopped playing, I thought to play the Shu Qin, but also afraid of the touch of the mandarin duck.
since nobody can bear to you the burden of my song, would that it might follow the spring wind to Yanran Mountain and I think of you far away, beyond the blue sky.
and my eyes that once were sparkling, are now a well of tears. If you don't believe in the jianqie, please come back to see the mirror before my face!
Interpretation:
The sunset is hazy, the stamens are covered with light smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night. Zhao Se, who carved the phoenix on the column, just stopped playing and wanted to play the Shu Qin again, but I was afraid of touching the Yuanyang string. It's a pity that this affectionate tune has not been delivered. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yanran with the spring breeze.
I remember my lover, who was all the way across the sky. He gave me the eyes that made eyes at that time, and now he has become the source of tears. If you don't believe me, please come back and see my face in front of the mirror!
2. I came home at night with my young child in my hand, and no one was there in the cold of the month.
from Bai Juyi's Mourning for Xue Tai in the Tang Dynasty
Wutong was half dead and sick, and it hurt the spirit to think about it. ?
I came back to the hospital at night with my young child in my hand, and no one was there in the cold of the month.
Definition:
On one side is a dying plane tree and on the other side is a long-term sick body. Whenever I think of going to the grave after death, I feel sad. At night, I took my young son back to my hometown, and I didn't see anyone in the empty house in the cold moonlight.
3. Sparse the stars and fade the moon in the swing yard, and the clouds hate the rain and the hibiscus face.
It's from Zhang Kejiu's "Sai Hong Qiu Chun Qing" in Yuan Dynasty.
Sparse the stars and fade the moon in the swing courtyard, and the gloomy clouds hate the rain and the lotus face. The injury is full of red lines, which annoys the shadows and fans.
the water smoke sinks from the animal furnace, and the flowers are scattered in the green marsh. One line is written in Acacia Biography.
Interpretation:
Sparse stars, faint moon, cold and clear swing yard, sorrow like clouds, hate like rain, covered with hibiscus-like faces. Lonely and sad, deep feeling tied the red line on the swallow's foot, looking at the mirror, lonely and troubled, bored and shaking the fan. Look at the low smoke in the incense burner and the falling flowers in the pond. These scenes are written like lines of words in the story of acacia.
4. The secret education worries Lan Cheng, and the pity is to care about the situation every night.
it's from the song dynasty's "qingpingle, waiting for sorrow and breaking" by Zhang Yan.
when waiting for sorrow and breaking, people speak on the west bank. When the moon sets, the sand is as smooth as the river, and there are no geese at all.
The dark religion worries Lan Cheng, and the poor one cares about the situation every night. There is only one plane leaf, and I don't know how many autumn sounds!
Interpretation:
Crickets wail and want to break their souls, the autumn wind is bleak and the autumn banks are bleak, and people and autumn insects are singing. Leng Yue falls on the sandbar, and Chengjiang is like colored silk, and thousands of miles of reeds are broken, but there is no trace of the returning geese. Silently worried about Yu Xin, pitiful and affectionate every night. Only that phoenix tree is leisurely down, and I don't know how many sad sounds of autumn are pinned!
5. The wind and bamboo strike autumn rhyme in the middle of the night. A thousand leaves and a thousand voices are all hate.
it's from
I don't know your distance after parting
I don't know your distance after parting. It's bleak and boring. Drifting away, there are no books, and the water is wide and the fish is heavy.the wind and bamboo strike the autumn rhyme in the middle of the night. A thousand leaves and a thousand voices are all hate. Therefore, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream will not be a lamp and will burn.
Interpretation:
I wonder where you have been since we parted? Eyes and hearts are bleak and gloomy, giving birth to endless sorrow! You go further and further, and finally you lose the news; How wide the river is, and the fish swim deeply at the bottom. Where can I ask for your news? ?
Last night, the strong wind made the bamboo forest sound everywhere, conveying the rhythm of late autumn, and the sound of every leaf seemed to be complaining. I have a heart to lean on a single pillow, hoping to meet you in my dream, but unfortunately the dream can't be achieved, but the wick burns in the autumn wind.