1. Lotus Leaf Cup·Who is a confidant? Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Who is a confidant? Already. Win and miss his life. Love seems to be ruthless in ancient times, and regrets are clear in other words.
Mo Daofang's time is easy to pass, day and night. Cherish the good days. Guidance for Yi's destiny to come again, and the drizzle to wash away her legacy.
Translation: Who is my soulmate? She has passed away; we have been together for a lifetime, and this body is enough. When parting between life and death, you never regret your words. No wonder the ancients said that being passionate is not as good as being ruthless. Love brings joy and sorrow, and infatuation is like me.
Don’t say there are many happy moments, in fact, life is like morning dew, blue hair turns to white hair in a blink of an eye, time flies by, and you will never forget it in this life. When I see the hairpin she left behind, my tears are like rain. If there is an afterlife, I hope she can use the guidance of the relics from her past life to remember those times with me.
2. The nine poems of the Yuan Dynasty seen at Lanqiao Station? Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The spring snow of Lanqiao returns, and the autumn wind of Qinling leaves me. Whenever I arrive at the post pavilion, I first dismount my horse and walk around the walls and pillars in search of your poems.
Translation: The spring snow was falling in Lanqiaoyi on the day you returned, and the autumn wind was rustling in the Qinling Mountains now when I left. Every time I arrive at a post station, I have to dismount first, walk along the wall, walk around the pillars, look east and west, and look for your poem.
3. Poppy · The sound of waves beats on the pillow and makes the Huaixiao long? Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The sound of the waves beats on the pillow and makes the Huaixiao long, and the moon peeks into the small person. The ruthless Bian River flows from the east, carrying only one boat to leave Xizhou.
We were once drunk together in Huapu, Zhuxi, and the smell of wine was more than the tears. Who taught that Fengjian is in the dust? Create a trouble and send it to others!
Translation: After drinking farewell, I returned to the boat and lay down in the boat. I only heard the sound of the waves of the Huaihe River, like the sound of waves lapping against my pillow. Unknowingly, it was dawn again. The waning moon seen through the gap in the boat canopy is so small. The Bianshui River is ruthless, and I follow my old friend to the east, but I am carrying a boat full of parting sorrows and regrets, and I am heading to Xizhou alone.
Between the flower ponds of Zhuxi, you and I once got drunk together. The friendship when we had a happy gathering that day was better than the sadness after parting. Who made me discover you among all living beings and become friends with you, which led to the trouble of saying goodbye today.
4. Farewell to Li Pingshi again? Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling
It is difficult to say farewell on the Qiujiang River, because the boat will be in Chang'an tomorrow. Wu Ji's slow dance leaves you drunk, the green maple is white and the dew is cold.
Translation: Don’t say farewell on the Qiujiang River is embarrassing. Tomorrow we will unmoor the boat and sail to Chang’an. Watch Wu Ji singing and dancing, you and I drink to our heart's content, and don't care about the green maple and white dew on the cold autumn night.
5. Poppy: Listening to the corner of the city again at dusk? Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Listening to the corner of the city again at dusk, I became ill and felt bad. When the medicine furnace first boils, it is short and green, without the residual fragrance and half a ray of emotion.
Sentimental people have been prone to illness since ancient times, and a clear mirror pities the clear shadow. With a snap of the fingers, tears flowed like silk, and the east wind stopped sending beauties to know.
Translation: At dusk, I heard the sound of horns from the top of the city again. Being ill, I reluctantly sat up and was in a bad mood. The medicine has just been boiled, the lamps and candles are emitting a green flame, and the incense that is about to burn out emits half a wisp of green smoke, which evokes infinite sadness.
Since ancient times, passionate people have always been sick. I looked in the mirror and lamented my haggard appearance. Reading a sentence of your "Flicking the Fingers", tears suddenly fell down. Please don't tell Dongfeng how much I missed you when I was ill.