If you are not able to defend yourself, how will the autumn wind blow? The flowers are covered with snow for a while, and the leaves are sinking in a few places. If the body is weak, the spring breeze will come early, and the bushes will grow long and have lots of dew at night. After the rivers and lakes are falling, I am afraid that the years will be wasted. ——Tang Dynasty·Du Fu's "Jian Jia" Jian Jia If you can't defend yourself, how will the autumn wind blow?
For now the flowers are covered with snow, and a few leaves are sinking.
If the body is weak, the spring breeze will come early, and the bushes will grow long and have lots of dew at night.
After the rivers and lakes are falling, I am afraid that the years will be wasted. Feelings, Time and Years Translation and Notes
Translation
What should Jian Jia do when she is unable to protect herself in the face of destruction, and is blown by the howling autumn wind.
The flowers only bloom for a very short time, and soon the leaves sink into the water.
When the body is weak, the spring breeze comes too early. When it grows into a dense bush, there is more cold dew at night.
Even if the flowers and leaves fall off after the decline, I still worry about the wasted years. Du Fu (712-770), whose courtesy name is Zimei, who calls himself Shaoling Yelao, is known as "Du Gongbu", "Du Shaoling", etc., Han nationality, native of Gong County, Henan Province (now Gongyi City, Henan Province), a great realist in the Tang Dynasty A Marxist poet, Du Fu is respected as the "Sage of Poetry" by the world, and his poems are called "the history of poetry". Du Fu and Li Bai are collectively known as "Li Du". In order to distinguish them from the other two poets Li Shangyin and Du Mu, known as "Little Li Du", Du Fu and Li Bai are also collectively known as "Big Li Du". He was concerned about the country and the people, and had a noble personality. About 1,400 of his poems have been preserved. His poetic skills are exquisite, and he is highly respected in Chinese classical poetry and has far-reaching influence. He lived in Chengdu from 759 to 766, and is commemorated by Du Fu thatched cottage in later generations.
Du Fu Passing through Longzhong, the mulberry tree leans against the setting sun, and the grain and millet fight against the sad wind. If there were no Xu Shu in the world, let alone Pang Tong, heroes would be lost. This plan is to benefit from east Jing and west, observe changes and achieve miraculous achievements. Turning all the grains in the sky, there is no way to pass. He was doing some plowing on the Wei River, and suddenly a star flew down and everything was in vain. Make one cao and three horses, clouds and rain move the dragon. Look at the brilliance and show off the master, illuminate the universe, and the bull's fighting spirit is always rushing. Thousands of years later, when Jincheng was in mourning, he met the old man in the thatched cottage. ——Song Dynasty·Wang Zhi's "Ba Sheng Ganzhou·Read the Biography of Zhuge Wuhou"
Ba Sheng Ganzhou·Read the Biography of Zhuge Wuhou. Passing through Longzhong, the mulberry tree leans against the setting sun, and the grain and millet battle against the sad wind. If there were no Xu Shu in the world, let alone Pang Tong, heroes would be lost. This plan is to benefit from east Jing and west, observe changes and achieve miraculous achievements. Turning all the grains in the sky, there is no way to pass.
One day while I was plowing on the Wei River, suddenly a star flew down and everything was in vain. Make one cao and three horses, clouds and rain move the dragon. Look at the brilliance and show off the master, illuminate the universe, and the bull's fighting spirit is always rushing. Thousands of years later, when Jincheng was in mourning, he met the old man in the thatched cottage. I feel sad that the monkey came home late last night. Children should laugh till they are drunk. Try and help your head but you still haven't woken up. Stop asking. The dream soul is still in Gejiaxi. The road to and from the countryside through the ages. Knowledge. Gentle in the east and white clouds in the west. Get up and look up at the green window. Questions all over. Liu Lingyuan has a good wife. ——Song Dynasty·Xin Qiji's "Ding Feng Bo·Last Night the Monkey Returned Back"
Ding Feng·Last Night the Monkey Returned Back Last Night The Monkey Returned Last Night. Children should laugh till they are drunk. Try and help your head but you still haven't woken up. Stop asking. The dream soul is still in Gejiaxi.
The road to and from the countryside through the ages. Knowledge. Gentle in the east and white clouds in the west. Get up and look up at the green window. Questions all over. Liu Lingyuan has a good wife. The West Lake was built with a sigh of relief when the talent was not found. Green radish trees are still planted beside it, in the soft world of mortals. I carry clear chants when I go back and forth, and because I prefer my house, I frequently paint boats. Smiling with rain and clear light, entering the spring and Ming Dynasty. Stone bridge lock, haze, five hundred immortals, the first person is. Discussing profound meanings over wine. The time flies and the orioles are in chaos. The heart of the cold autumn should be full of dreams, and the rocks are cold and the clouds are green. I wash my hands and pillows with my love on the stone, and write about the orchid and green flowers. At the special city, his team climbed up and waited for the west wind to rise. ——Wu Wenying of the Song Dynasty "Jinzhanzi·A small building on the West Lake in Qiuhe Valley"
Jinzhanzi·A small building on the West Lake in Qiuhe Valley
Bu built the West Lake, and planted green radish. Nearby, in the soft mortal world. I carry clear chants when I go back and forth, and because I prefer my house, I frequently paint boats. Smiling with rain and clear light, entering the spring and Ming Dynasty. Stone bridge lock, haze, five hundred immortals, the first person is.
Discuss the profound meaning over wine. The time flies, and the orioles are in chaos. The heart of the cold autumn should be full of dreams, and the rocks are cold and the clouds are green. I wash my hands and pillows with my love on the stone, and write about the orchid and green flowers. At the special city, his team climbed up and waited for the west wind to rise.
Autumn, West Lake emotion