1. One of two poems presented as a gift
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Upstairs, my desire to rest at dusk, the jade ladder is hooked across the middle of the moon. The plantains do not show their lilac knots, but they both face the spring breeze and have their own worries.
The banana heart has not yet opened, and the lilac flowers have not yet been sluggishly knotted. At the same time, they are each sad toward the spring breeze.
2. Some crimson lips·plain lilac
Song Dynasty: Wang Shipeng
The fallen trees rustled, and the Qionghua vomited under the glass leaves. Plain fragrant soft tree. It is elegantly called Yourenqu. ?
There is no intention to compete first, Mei Rui is not jealous of each other. Contains spring rain. Thousands of worries. It seems to recall the Lord of Jiangnan.
Translation:
The leaves are still sparse, but the lilac flowers are blooming under the lilac leaves, and the light fragrance exuding surrounds the tree. The elegant people praised it as a secluded person. fun of.
The lilacs do not want to compete for spring, and the plum blossoms do not want to be jealous. She was full of melancholy in the spring rain, as if she was missing her hometown in the south of the Yangtze River.
3. Breaking through the sand of Huanxi·Rubbing it into pieces makes gold ten thousand points lighter
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Kneading it out makes gold ten thousand points lighter. Cut into layers of jasper leaves. His demeanor and spirit are as bright as Yanfu's.
How vulgar are the plum pistils? Thousand knots of lilacs are bitter and rough. It makes people dream about thousands of miles, but it is ruthless.
Translation:
Osmanthus, with its brilliant golden color and jasper-like green leaves cut like a knife, its "demeanor and spirit" are like those of the famous figures Wang Yan and Le Guang of the Jin Dynasty. As elegant and graceful as ever, fame is more important than time. Plum blossoms only pay attention to their appearance, their overlapping petals.
Just like a woman who can only put on makeup makes people feel very tacky. The lilac flowers clustered together look too stingy and not stretchy at all. The strong fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus wakes me up from the dream of missing my old friends and the past. Isn’t it too heartless not to let me miss the past?
4. Eyes charming·Willow silk threads are made softly
Song Dynasty: Wang Yu
Willow silk threads are made softly, and wisps of smoke are woven into sorrow. Begonias have not yet rained, pear blossoms have snowed first, and half of the spring is gone.
Now it is difficult to recall the past, and return to dreams around the Qin Tower. Acacia is only on the lilac branches and the cardamom tips.
Translation:
The willow silk threads are playing gently in the wind, and the smoke wisps are woven into thousands of spring sorrows. The crabapples have not yet been moistened by the drizzle, but the pear blossoms are already blooming like snow. It is a pity that half of spring is over.
Now it is difficult to recall the past, and the ghost of dreams returns to the boudoir where you lived. The deep-seated lovesickness now only exists on the fragrant lilac branches and the beautiful cardamom tips.
5. Spread across the Huanxi sand·Hand-rolled real pearls with jade hooks
Five Dynasties: Li Jing
Hand-rolled real pearls with jade hooks, locking the heavy building according to the hatred of the previous spring. Who is the master of the flowers falling in the wind? Thinking leisurely.
The bluebird does not convey the message from the clouds, and the lilacs are empty and full of sorrow in the rain. Looking back at the green waves of San Chu and Mu, they connect to the sky.
Translation:
Rolling up the curtain made of pearls, hanging the curtain hooks, looking from afar on the tall building, I was still as sad as before. The fallen flowers in the wind are so haggard, who is its owner? This made me more and more confused the more I thought about it.
The messenger never brought news of travelers from far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of condensed sorrow. I looked back at the Three Gorges in the dusk, watching the river falling from the sky and flowing mightily.