One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute sounds, jade pot lights turn 7, and fish dragons dance all night.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. ?
Vernacular translation:
Like the east wind blowing away thousands of trees and flowers, it also blows fireworks like rain. The luxurious carriage is full of fragrance. The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the moon like a jade pot gradually tilted westward, and the fish dragon lantern danced all night.
The beautiful woman wears bright ornaments on her head and walks with the crowd, smiling and smelling. I looked for her thousands of times in the crowd, suddenly turned around, but inadvertently found her in the scattered lights.
2. Ugly slave, the middle wall of Shuboshan Road
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words.
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
Vernacular translation:
People don't know the taste of sadness when they are young, and they like to climb high and look far. I like to climb high and see far, and I am reluctant to say that I am worried about writing a new word.
Now I have tasted sadness, but I want to say it but I can't say it. I want to say it, but I can't say it. What a cool autumn!
3, "Bodhisattva Man, Book Jiangxi Mouth Wall"
How many pedestrians shed tears in the middle of Qingjiang River in Yugutai. Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains.
Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains.
Vernacular translation:
How many pedestrians' tears are there in the Ganjiang River water on the Yugur platform? I look up at Chang 'an in the northwest, but unfortunately I only see countless green hills.
But how can Qingshan stop the river? After all, the river will still flow eastward. As the sun sets, I am full of sadness and hear the chirping of partridges in the mountains. ?
4. Qingpingle Villagers' Residence
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
Vernacular translation:
The eaves of the hut are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Wu dialect, slightly drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is that old man with white hair?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off the lotus just picked. ?
5, "Yong Yu Le Jingkou Gubeiting Nostalgia"
Throughout the ages, heroes can't find Sun Zhongmou. Dancing in the pavilion, singing on the platform, wind and rain always blow away romantic feelings. The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived. Back in those days, Jin Ge Tiema devoured Wan Li.
However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou. Looking back, there is a crow club drum at 1 under the Beaver Temple. Who asked, Lian Po is too old to eat?
Vernacular translation:
A leopard cannot change his spots, but Sun Zhongmou, the hero of the separatist regime, has disappeared. Both the prosperous stage and the charm of the hero are always blown away by the relentless wind and rain. The grass trees seen in the sunset, the streets and alleys of ordinary people, people say that slaves once lived. In the past, he commanded a powerful and sophisticated military force, and swallowed his words, which was even more powerful.
How reckless Emperor Yuanjia was. He tried to make immortal achievements, but he ran for his life in a hurry. He looked at the pursuers in the north and shed countless tears. I still remember forty-three years ago, I fought on the smoke-filled Yangzhou Road. Looking back is really unbearable. Under Tuoba Tao's palace, the crow's cry responded to the noisy club drum. Who will ask, is General Lian Po as strong as before when he is old?