Dad, Hua Lian, Grandpa, Gao Ting, Sage, Take the Original Text _ Translation and Appreciation

Take a walk in the pavilion at night. Just after Qingming Festival, I gradually feel the pain in the Spring Festival Evening. Count the rain and wind. Hazy moonlight clouds come and go. Peach and apricot have a faint fragrance. Who is on the swing, whispering in laughter. An inch of acacia, despair. There is no place on earth that is arranged. -Song Li Guan's "Dead Hua Lian Dead Night Gao Ting Wandering" Dead Hua Lian Dead Night Gao Ting Wandering. Just after Qingming Festival, I gradually feel the pain in the Spring Festival Evening. Count the rain and wind. Hazy moonlight clouds come and go. Peach and apricot have a faint fragrance. Who is on the swing, whispering in laughter. An inch of acacia, despair. There is no place on earth that is arranged. A.D. 10 19 was born in Shiying and Licheng (now Jinan, Shandong). The average year of birth and death is unknown, and Song Zhenzong lived in Tianxi years. As famous as Wang Qiao and Tong Jia; At the same time, he was called JD.COM by literary circles and Liu Qian. If you don't raise a scholar, you should also come from the three rituals to adjust your work. There are twenty volumes of Gao Dong's works in the crown, which will not be handed down. Save five words. The History of Song Dynasty spread all over the world. Shen Qian wrote essays, praising the sentence "A few drops of rain and wind come and go, and hazy moonlight clouds come and go" in "Recent Flowers", and holding that "an almond grows out of the wall in spring" and "clouds are not as good as flowers and shadows when the moon breaks" Li Guan.

It's getting late in the red sun, and the shadows of the trees are lingering in the west. It is difficult to draw with colored pens and form a hazy evening scene. Butterflies don't know where to go in spring yet, so they wander around looking for flowers. After the storm, even if there is residual red, who will you fly to? At the beginning, the temple of educated youth was priceless, sighing and wandering the official road, and the years passed. Today, in the music industry, I specially consulted. The blue on the table is soaked, older than the pipa. Why not teach people to age easily? There are so many worries in the end of the world. -Song Sima Guang's Jin Tangchun/Jin Tangchun Slow Jin Tangchun/Jin Tangchun Slow

It's getting late in the red sun, and the shadows of the trees are lingering in the west. It is difficult to draw with colored pens and form a hazy evening scene. Butterflies don't know where to go in spring yet, so they wander around looking for flowers. After the storm, even if there is residual red, who will you fly to?

At the beginning, the temple of educated youth was priceless, sighing and wandering the official road, and the years passed. Today, in the music industry, I specially consulted. The blue on the table is soaked, older than the pipa. Why not teach people to age easily? There are so many worries in the end of the world. Jiangnan wine, a place with strong flavor. Drunk in the deep lane of the spring breeze, looking for the east of Xiaoqiao Township. The bamboo leaves are covered with golden bells. When sandalwood is drunk, people's faces turn red. On the green apricot, yellow plum and bamboo pavilion, the shad are in the bitter bamboo shoots and jade plates. As drunk as a fiddler. -Song Wang Qi's "Looking at Jiangnan/Recalling Jiangnan" Looking at Jiangnan/Recalling Jiangnan

Jiangnan wine, a place with strong flavor. Drunk in the deep lane of the spring breeze, looking for the east of Xiaoqiao Township. The bamboo leaves are covered with golden bells. When sandalwood is drunk, people's faces turn red. On the green apricot, yellow plum and bamboo pavilion, the shad are in the bitter bamboo shoots and jade plates. As drunk as a fiddler. See you off at the dock. It's late autumn in the old country, and the weather is still early. Thousands of miles are like a river, like clusters of Qingfeng. Sail back to the sunset and lean on the west wind wine flag. The colorful boat is cloudy, and the Milky Way heron rises, which is difficult to draw. Miss the past and compete in prosperity. Sighing outside the door, sadness and hatred continue. Throughout the ages, it is shameful to rely on height. The past of the Six Dynasties flows with the water, cold smoke and green grass. Up to now, strong women in business are still singing, and * * * is a legacy. -Song Wang Anshi's "Guizhixiang Landing to Send Eyes" Guizhixiang Landing to Send Eyes

See you off at the dock. It's late autumn in the old country, and the weather is still early. Thousands of miles are like a river, like clusters of Qingfeng. Sail back to the sunset and lean on the west wind wine flag. The colorful boat is cloudy, and the Milky Way heron rises, which is difficult to draw. Miss the past and compete in prosperity. Sighing outside the door, sadness and hatred continue. Throughout the ages, it is shameful to rely on height. The past of the Six Dynasties flows with the water, cold smoke and green grass. Up to now, strong women in business are still singing, and * * * is a legacy.