Lyric poetry (I want six)

Yellow crane tower 1

Author Cui Hao? the Tang Dynasty

The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.

The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.

Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.

But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

Translation?

The immortal of the past has flown away with the Yellow Crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower here. The yellow crane never came back. For thousands of years, only Hanyang trees can be clearly seen in the long white clouds and sunshine, and Nautilus Island is covered with a piece of green grass. It is getting late. Looking into the distance, where is my hometown? In front of me, I saw a mist hanging over the river, which brought people deep sorrow.

2. At Helen's cabin

Author Wang Zhihuan? the Tang Dynasty

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

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The sunset slowly sinks beside the western hills, and the Yellow River rushes to the East China Sea. If you want to see the scenery of Wan Li, you must climb a higher tower.

3. Climb Yueyang Tower and Wang Jun in the rain.

Author Huang tingjian? Song dynasty

Pass on the desolation of the edge through the death of the temple, and now live outside Qutang Gorge in Yan Guan.

Jiangnan smiled and stood in front of Yueyang Tower to Junshan.

Translation?

Bianhuang's delivery has experienced thousands of deaths and two temples, and now he has walked out of Qutang Gorge alive.

Before I got to Jiangnan, I smiled and stood on Yueyang Tower facing Junshan.

4. Climb Yueyang Tower with Xia Twelve.

Author Li Bai? the Tang Dynasty

Climb the Yueyang Tower and overlook the Yangtze River until you reach the open Dongting Lake. It breaks my heart to see geese flying south, and the distant mountains are in the title of a good month.

On the upper floor of the sky, stay in the chair and upload a glass of wine from the sky. The cool breeze rising after drunkenness, blowing the sleeves with the wind, we will return.

Translation?

Climb the Yueyang Tower to see the surrounding scenery, and the river leads to the open Dongting. It makes me sad to see geese flying south, and the distant peaks bring a good moon.

Wait for the cloud upstairs to make a reservation and a glass of wine in the sky to upload. After being drunk, a cool breeze rose, blowing sleeves and dancing with the wind, and then we came back.

5. Climbing Yueyang Tower, Part I

Author Chen, Song dynasty

Dongting East Jiangxi, the curtain is quiet and the sunset is late.

Deng Wu and Shu divided the land horizontally and migrated the lakes and mountains to dusk.

Wan Li road is still long, but it is more difficult than three years.

In the ancient wind and frost, the old wood is infinitely sad.

Translation?

The magnificent Yueyang Tower stands east of Dongting Lake and west of the Yangtze River. At sunset and dusk, there is no night wind, and the signboard on the pavilion remains the same. Boarded the border of Wu and Shu (Jingzhou) and wandered in the dusk of lakes and mountains.

How are you feeling today during your trip to Wan Li? I have been running for three years to avoid the war. Going upstairs to pay homage to the ancients, my temples are like frost. Looking at the ancient trees in the distant mountains, there is infinite sadness.

Step 6 meet each other

Author Li Wei? Dynasties and five dynasties

Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.

Translation?

Silent, lonely, slowly boarded the empty west wing alone, looking up at the sky, accompanied by a bend of Leng Yue. Looking down, I saw the lonely plane tree in the yard, and the deep courtyard was shrouded in cold and desolate autumn colors.

It's the pain of national subjugation, and it's been cut all the time. That long sadness is entangled in my heart, but it is another kind of unspeakable pain.