1. The breeze shakes the trees in the garden, and fine snow falls under the curtains. The lingering sky is like fog, and the steps are like flowers gathering. There are no spring willows, only white osmanthus branches. No tears, no humanity, no use in missing lovesickness.
From: "Ode to Snow" Northern and Southern Dynasties: Wu Jun
Translation: The breeze gently shook the trees in the courtyard, and thin flying snow fell into the gaps in the bamboo curtains. Snowflakes were floating in the air like mist, condensing on the steps like falling flowers. I can't see the willows sprouting in the courtyard to welcome the spring, but I can see the osmanthus branches covered with white snowflakes. When you shed tears and have no one to talk to about your sorrows, what is the use of being so sentimental and sorrowful?
2. Collect the remaining rain on the far bank. When the rain remains, I feel the sky is dusk across the river. The people in Shicuitingzhou are quiet, and there are two pairs of gulls and herons. Looking at what time it is, the fishing lanterns are reflected in Jianjia Pu. Stop painting radial, two boats and people talking. On the road to this night, I pointed to the smoke trees in the front village.
Source: "An Gongzi: Collecting the Remnants of Rain on the Far Shore" Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
Translation: You lean against the side of the ship alone and look towards the distant shore, where the rain is falling. It's almost time to stop. The sky was still full of dark clouds, making it feel like it was evening. The small islet by the water was silent, and there was no woman picking herbs.
Looking around, I saw pairs of gulls and herons standing by the water. A gust of wind blew through the reeds, the reeds swayed gently, and a few fishing lanterns appeared and disappeared. The two people on the boat were chatting and asked, "Where will we stay tonight?" Pointing to the distance with one hand, there is a village hidden in the misty rain and green trees.
3. The autumn wind came thousands of miles last night. The moon is on the screen, and the coldness penetrates people's clothes. There is a guest holding a quilt and feeling sleepy. That jade leakage is as long as years. I haven't even thought about returning home after staying in prison. The dream is broken, the soul is lost, and the pillow is filled with lovesickness and tears. The belt becomes wider and wider, which has no other meaning. The new book makes me feel haggard.
Source: "Die Lianhua·Last Night's Autumn Wind Came Thousands of Miles" Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Translation: Last night's autumn wind seemed to come from my hometown thousands of miles away. The moon climbed up the curtain of the sleeping place, and the cold air penetrated people's sleeves. As a guest in a foreign land, I hugged the quilt and was so worried that I couldn't sleep. How could I bear the sound of dripping from the clepsydra, and the night became more and more long.
The day of returning home from sojourn in a foreign country is far away. I woke up from the dream feeling miserable and sad, and when I woke up, my face was covered with tears of lovesickness. The belt gradually became looser, not for anything else. Just because of the newly arrived letters added a lot of haggardness.
4. When the cherries have fallen, spring returns, and the butterflies turn golden and fly together. In the west of the small building, Zigui cries about the moon, and the curtains are covered with jade hooks, and the melancholy smoke hangs down at dusk. After the lonely alleys and people dispersed, I looked at the remaining tobacco in the doldrums. The incense of the stove is floating around the phoenix, I hold the belt in my hand, I look back with regret.
Source: "Linjiang Fairy·The Cherries Have Fallen and Spring Returns" Five Dynasties: Li Yu
Translation: The cherries have fallen and spring has left, only the butterfly is still flying on the silver Gray wings fly in pairs. Zigui cried and cried every night in the west of the small building. He leaned against the jade hooks on the window and looked around, melancholy watching the smoke hanging down from the curtain.
The crowd gradually dispersed, and the alley became deserted, except for the faintly colored tobacco residue. The cigarettes in the stove swayed gently in the wind, wandering around the phoenix decoration on the incense burner. But seeing her with a sad face and holding a belt, looking back on the past, I just feel a lot of hatred.