Reminiscing about the south of the Yangtze River, Sauvignon Blanc·A trip to the mountains, Qingpingle·Village residence, Xijiang Moon·Night walking on the yellow sand road, Tian Jingsha·Autumn.
1. Recalling Jiangnan
Recalling Jiangnan
Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
Can we not remember Jiangnan?
Translation:
The scenery in Jiangnan is so beautiful, the scenery has been familiar for a long time. The sun rises from the river, shining the flowers on the riverside redder than red, and the green river water is greener than the blue grass. How can one not miss Jiangnan?
2. Sauvignon Blanc·A journey to the mountains
Nalan Xingde (Qing Dynasty)
A journey to the mountains, a journey to the water, towards the bank of Yuguan Okay, late at night there are thousands of tents with lights.
The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown is shattered, my dreams are gone, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
Translation:
Crossing mountains and ridges, boarding boats and wading in rivers, heading towards Shanhaiguan without stopping. At night, the lights in the camp are brilliant and magnificent. The wind was blowing and snowing outside, which woke the soldiers from their sleep and reminded them of their homesickness. There was no such sound in their hometown.
3. Qingpingle·Village
Xin Qiji (Song Dynasty)
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is very charming, but who is the old lady with gray hair?
The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. What I like most is when my child dies, lying down at the head of the stream and peeling lotus pods.
Translation:
The eaves of the thatched cottage are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. The drunken Wudi dialect sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose family does that old man with white hair belong to? The eldest son was weeding in the bean field east of the stream, and the second son was busy weaving chicken coops. The most beloved one is the scoundrel's young son, who is lying in the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off the newly picked lotus pods.