Fan Zhongyan's classic poems of the Northern Song Dynasty include: "Proud of the Fisherman·Autumn Thoughts", "Su Muzhe·Nostalgia", "Walking on the Royal Street·Autumn Nostalgia", "Taking the Silver Lamp·Setting Up the Banquet with Mr. Ouyang" "Title", "Ding Fengbo·Since the former Erfu Town Rangxiaying Baihuazhou personally produced".
1. "The Proud Fisherman·Autumn Thoughts"
The scenery is different when autumn comes in the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds ring out from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke sets, the sun sets, and the lonely city closes.
A glass of dirty wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but there is no plan to return home before it is too late. The Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people can't sleep, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears.
Translation: Seeing that autumn is here, the scenery of the northwest frontier is naturally very different from that of the south of the Yangtze River. The wild geese overhead flew back to Hengyang in the south, with no intention of stopping at all. This situation can't help but evoke the homesickness of the border guards. At dusk, the military horn blew, and the surrounding voices also rose up. There are mountains and mountains, the dusk is heavy, the sun is setting on the mountains, and the lonely city gate is tightly closed.
Drinking a glass of turbid wine makes me think of my relatives thousands of miles away. However, at present, the foreign troubles are not over, and the success will not be achieved until the success is achieved, so how can we give up halfway. The long sound of the Qiang flute came from the distance. The weather was cold and the military camp was already covered with frost.
It’s late at night and I still can’t sleep peacefully. My beard and hair have turned white in order to plan the military strategy. The border guards missed their loved ones and could not sleep for a long time. They shed tears many times in their dreams.
2. "Su Muzhe·Nostalgia"
The sky is blue, the ground is yellow leaves, the autumn colors are in waves, and the waves are green with cold smoke. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts of the journey, unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
Translation: The blue sky with floating blue clouds, the earth with flying yellow leaves, the autumn scenery connects the water waves in the river, and the waves are filled with green and cold smoke. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the blue sky and the river. The fragrant grass is not familiar with human feelings and stretches to the horizon where the setting sun cannot shine.
Silently missing my hometown makes me sad, and the lingering thoughts of traveling abroad are difficult to get rid of. Only by having good dreams every night can I get a moment of comfort. I don’t want to lean on a tall building alone on a moonlit night and look far away. I can only pour bitter wine into my sad heart frequently and turn it into tears of lovesickness.
3. "Royal Street Walk·Autumn Nostalgia"
The falling leaves are fragrant. The night is silent and the cold sound breaks. The pearl curtain rolls up and the jade building is empty, the sky is pale and the Milky Way hangs down to the ground.
Every year tonight, the moon shines brightly, and people are thousands of miles long. There is no reason for me to get drunk when my heart is broken. Before the wine arrives, I will burst into tears first.
The lamp is turned off and the pillow is turned on, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone. Everyone came to this matter, with their eyebrows in their hearts, and there was no way to avoid it.
Translation: Miscellaneous leaves fell on the fragrant stone steps. When it was late at night, the sound of falling leaves added to the coolness of autumn. Rolling up the brocade curtain made of pearls, the sky above the gorgeous pavilion is empty, only the sky is faint, and the end of the Milky Way seems to hang down to the earth.
Every year on this night, you can see the bright silk-like moon, but every year on this night, your sweetheart is thousands of miles away. The sorrow has broken my heart, and even if I try to drown my sorrow with wine, it is difficult to make myself intoxicated. The wine has not yet entered my mouth, but it has turned into bitter tears.
The night is deep, the lights are out, and the lights are on and off. I have no choice but to lean on the pillow and fall asleep. This endless solitary habitat really makes people taste the similar feeling of loneliness. It seems that this agonizing wait is still far away. Even though my brows are furrowed and my mind is full of emotions all day long, there is no way to escape it.
4. "Taking the Silver Lamp·Separating Topics with Mr. Ouyang at the Banquet"
Last night I laughed at Cao Cao, Sun Quan and Liu Bei because I was reading Shu Zhi. After exhausting all the mechanisms and exerting mental and physical efforts in vain, we can only get three parts of the world. Think carefully with your fingers, like ***, Liu Ling is drunk?
No one is a hundred years old. Young people are demented, old people are haggard. Only in the middle, some young people, can't bear to be involved in the name? Yipin and Qianjin, asking about gray hair, how to avoid it?
Translation: When I read "Three Kingdoms" last night, I couldn't help but laugh at Cao Cao, Sun Quan and Liu Bei. They used all their power and ingenuity to win only one third of the world. If I think about it carefully, instead of doing this, I would rather be like Liu Ling and get drunk with him. .
How many people in the world can live to be a hundred years old. He was crazy and ignorant when he was young, and he is thin and haggard when he is old. Only the one in the middle, a period of youth, how could I bear to use it to pursue fame and fortune. Even if you have a first-class official position and are rich in millions, who can escape the coming of old age?
5. "Ding Fengbo·Since the former Erfu Town Rangxiaying Baihuazhou Pro-Made"
The city is full of Luo Qi and spring is about to end. Go to Baihua Island to find fragrance. The reed flowers reflect the Pu Pu. Endless place. Suddenly you are on Taoyuan Road.
Don’t blame the mountain man for talking about Yiyu. The fame is determined by the number of hours of mourning. The new voice of the orioles resolves the dance of the butterflies. Talent and. There is no joy in trying to teach me.
Translation: People all over the city are beginning to wear Luoqi. Spring is coming to an end. Why not go to Baihua Island to see if there are any wild flowers that are not in bloom? The gracefulness of the island and the charm of wild flowers complement each other. You can't see the end of the flowers or the end of the bank, it's like walking on a path in the "Peach Blossom Spring".
(Although I am worried about the country and the people) Please don’t blame me for finding a little happiness occasionally. The gain and loss of fame are determined by fate. Even the yellow warbler knows how to sing a new voice. Butterflies understand that new dances are all about their talents and their instincts. How can we ask that we not have joyful emotions!