Tang mengjiao
The autumn moon is ice, and the old guest records the list.
Coody Leng's dream was shattered, and the cold wind combed his bones.
The disgusting words were printed on the table, and my intestines turned to worry.
Doubt is unfounded, and empty listening is groundless.
The phoenix tree is withered and towering, and the sound is like a funeral bomb.
Reference translation
The moon's face is cold, and the ambition of the old guest has been exhausted. The cold of autumn night invades people, and Coody Leng drips water, waking people from dreams. The steep autumn wind invades the human body like a comb, making people freeze from head to toe. I have been in bed for a long time, and I can't stop worrying. Don't make wild guesses, and don't listen to groundless rumors. The plane tree leaves have fallen, and the cold wind rustles the dead leaves. It sounds as if someone is playing a sad tune.
Meng Jiao (75 1-8 15), a native of Wu Kang, Huzhou (now Deqing County, Zhejiang Province), was a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. He lived in Ruzhou (now Ruzhou, Henan) and then lived in seclusion in Songshan. Because his poems mostly describe the apathy of the world and the sufferings of the people, he is called "the poet's prison", which is as famous as Jia Dao's "a thin suburban island".
Meng Jiao made two attempts to become a scholar. He was a scholar at the age of forty-six, and once served as a county commandant in Liyang. Unable to realize his ambition, he wandered among fairies and wrote poems. Even the official business was wasted, and the county magistrate changed a fake one. Later, due to the recommendation of Henan Yin Zheng Qing Yu, he worked in Henan (now Luoyang, Henan) and spent most of his later years in Luoyang. In the ninth year of Xian Zongyuan, Zheng Yuqing once again recruited him to join the army in Xingyuan House, but took his wife to Kanxiang County (now Lingbao, Henan Province), died of sudden illness and was buried in Luoyang East. Zhang Ji called himself "Mr. Yao Zhen" in private.
Fall, collapse The sound of cold dew in autumn night is enough to break dreams. "Didi" makes dreams have a concrete image, and makes light dreams like soap bubbles and cobwebs, which shows how difficult it is for poets to sleep.
Comb, compare the autumn wind to a comb. Autumn wind "combs" every nerve and every bone seam. The word "comb" describes the characteristics of the romantic pattern and also describes the poet's cold feeling from head to toe.