The dream of spring is forgotten, and the original spring has been restored. There are smoked willows in the green gate, and clouds and pine trees dance in the purple pavilion. The inkstone is light and the ice is scattered, and the green color is thick. There is no shame in asking for poetry, and there is no more shame in reciting it. ——Tang Dynasty·Li Shangyin's "Le Youyuan" Le Youyuan The spring dream is forgotten, but the spring dream has been restored.
There are smoked willows in the green gate, and clouds and pine trees dance in the purple pavilion.
The inkstone is light and the ice is scattered, and the green color is thick.
There is no shame in asking for poetry, and there is no shame in reciting it. Spring, Scenery and Lyrical Translation and Notes
Translation
I couldn’t remember the spring dream because my brain was confused. When I stepped onto the field, I found that spring was already deep.
Knead the willow branches in the green gate, and watch the pine trees towering into the clouds in the purple pavilion.
Gently wipe the inkstone to make thin ice on it, and then pour the newly brewed wine into the cup.
The tastelessness in my heart can only be found in poems, but after reciting poems, I feel tasteless again. Li Shangyin, also known as Yishan, nicknamed Yuxi (Xi) Sheng and Fan Nansheng, was a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. His ancestral home was Qinyang, Hanoi (now Jiaozuo City, Henan Province), and he was born in Xingyang, Zhengzhou. He is good at poetry writing, and his parallel prose is also of high literary value. He is one of the most outstanding poets in the late Tang Dynasty. Together with Du Mu, he is known as "Xiao Li Du", and with Wen Tingyun, he is known as "Wen Li". Cheng Shi and Wen Tingyun have similar styles, and they are all ranked sixteenth in their families, so they are called the "Thirty-sixth Body". His poems are novel in conception and beautiful in style, especially some love poems and untitled poems, which are sentimental, beautiful and moving, and are widely read. However, some poems are too obscure and confusing to be understood. There is a saying that "poets always love Xikun and hate that no one writes Zheng Jian." Because he was caught in the partisan struggle between Niu and Li, he was very frustrated in his life. After his death, he was buried in his hometown Qinyang (now the junction of Qinyang and Boai County, Jiaozuo City, Henan Province). The works are included in "Li Yishan's Collected Poems".
Li Shangyin The carnations in the West Pavilion have new buds, and the hairsprings have cut off the cherry blossoms. The doves and swallows are singing, spring is approaching late, and when the sticks are coming, they talk to the Tian family again. The elders of the Tian family said to me, "The Grain Rain has lasted for a long time before the March Festival. The turtles and seedlings in the spring fields are not growing, but they still rely on the three days of snow at the beginning of spring." I sighed heavily when I heard this, because the barren soil has been cultivated and weaved every year. In the evening, I heard that the cows were scolded in the poor alleys, and in the morning I saw the public officials urging them to come in. Last year, Yangyu was fortunate enough to have no regrets, and the three farmers received food. When spring comes, the harvest returns to the farmers, and there are no hungry birds pecking away the remaining grains. That is to say, the soil is now too high to be cultivated, and the cuckoos are flying in the sky and singing at dusk. Crumple fennel to make rice and quinoa to make soup, and call out the Jing Jing to benefit the troops. ——Qing Dynasty Wang Shizhen's "Spring without Rain"
Spring Without Rain
Qing Dynasty: Wang Shizhen Read more ∨ The new buds of dianthus in the West Pavilion have grown, and the hairsprings have cut off the cherry blossoms.
The doves and swallows sing, and spring is approaching late. When the quintuple sticks are coming, they talk to the Tian family again.
The elders of the Tian family told me, "Grain Rain has lasted for a long time before the March Festival.
The turtles and seedlings in the spring fields are not growing, but they still rely on the three days of snow at the beginning of spring."
I sighed heavily when I heard this. The barren soil is cultivated and weaved every year.
In the evening, I heard people scolding cows in the poor alleys, and in the morning, I saw the public officials urging people to pay taxes.
Last year, there was nothing wrong with the Yangyu, and the three farmers got a little food.
When spring comes, the crops are harvested and farmers are hurt again, and there are no hungry birds pecking away the remaining grains.
That is to say, the soil is now too high to be cultivated, and the cuckoos are flying at dusk.
Crumple fennel to make rice and quinoa to make soup, and call out the Jing Jing to make troops. ▲ In spring, I sympathize with the farmers. The warm rain and clear winds have just broken through the cold. Willow eyes and plum blossoms have already made me feel the heartbeat of spring. Who has sex with drunken poetry? Tears melt and the remaining pink flowers are heavy. At first try, the gold thread seam on the shirt is worn, and the mountain pillow is tilted, and the hairpin head and phoenix are damaged by the pillow. Holding one's arms alone is full of sorrow and no good dreams. It's still late at night and there are still lights and flowers. ——Li Qingzhao, Song Dynasty, "Die Lian Hua·The warm rain and clear wind have just begun to break the freeze"
Die Lianhua·The warm rain and clear wind have just begun to break the freeze
The warm rain and clear wind have just begun to break the freeze, willow eyes Plum cheeks, already feel the heartbeat of spring. Who has sex with drunken poetry? Tears melt and the remaining pink flowers are heavy.
When I first try to clip the gold thread seam on my shirt, I lean on the mountain pillow, and the hairpin head phoenix is ??damaged by the pillow. Holding one's arms alone is full of sorrow and no good dreams, and the night is still full of lanterns and flowers. Three Hundred Song Poems, Selected Song Poems, The farewell rain in spring is always dark, and when spring returns, it is green everywhere. A small temple is lost in the depths of the mountains, but a lonely pavilion is found in all the lakes. In spring, the lake is filled with greasy smoke, and the clear sky is shining with wild water. The grass is still green after rain, and the mountains are purple even after the setting sun. ——Song Dynasty·Tang Geng's "Two Poems I Found When Qi Chan Returned at Dusk"
Two Poems I Found When Qi Chan Returned at Dusk
Song Dynasty: Tang Geng
It’s always dark when it rains, but it’s green everywhere when spring returns.
A small temple is lost in the depths of the mountain, but a lonely pavilion is found in the lake.
Spring, returning home at dusk to write a scene