1. "Mengshi"
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty? Author: Du Fu
The Meng family are good brothers, and they only have a small garden to raise their relatives. Chengyan Hao's hands and feet sit down and share a meal with the guests.
Beyond the Milicui, the roots of the autumn tree are read. Divining your neighbors is a shame. Who should you train your children to learn from?
Vernacular translation:
A pair of good brothers named Meng raised relatives at home.
I listened to my parents and worked hard, my hands and feet became thicker, and I served guests with rich food.
Carrying rice and wild vegetables outside, reading under the trees in autumn.
Who should I learn from when I make my neighbors feel ashamed and scold my children?
2. "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th"
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty? Author: Wang Wei
Being a stranger in a foreign land, every festive season Love your loved ones more than ever.
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.
Vernacular translation:
I am away from home alone as a guest in a foreign land. I miss my loved ones especially when the festival comes.
I think back to today when my brothers climbed high and looked far into the distance, but I was the only one missing with dogwood on their heads.
3. Return to Gaoguan Tankou to leave his brother-in-law
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty? Author: Cen Shen
There was news in the mountains yesterday, but today it is time to farm.
It is said from a distance that Du Lingsou blamed me for returning to the mountain late.
Drinking alone on the pond, no one is in the woods.
I recall your place in the east stream, lying idle facing the cormorants.
Vernacular translation:
Yesterday the mountain sent me a message that it is now the farming season.
The letter blamed me for returning to the mountain too late, and expressed deep friendship in the mountains.
Now I drink alone on the pond, and there are no brothers to meet in the forest.
When I miss you on the Dongxi River, I can only lie down facing the pigeons and cranes.
4. "Spring Day"
Dynasty: Tang Author: Bao Rong
Wine in front of the piano, appreciate your youth, Hu Wei smiles silently, deeply Not thinking about the body.
There are many flowers dancing in silence, and birds chirping frequently. I feel sad that my brothers are far away, and I hope to see similar people.
The land in Jiangjie is low, so he comes to the east to work hard. He works hard in the cold years and has no strong relatives outside the family.
Looking at the blue clouds, there is no way and the same hardships.
Vernacular translation:
Yesterday the mountain sent me a message that it is now the farming season.
The letter blamed me for returning to the mountain too late, and expressed my sincere friendship in the mountain.
Now I drink alone on the pond, and there are no brothers to meet in the forest.
When I miss you on the Dongxi River, I can only lie down facing the pigeons and cranes.
5. "Send Off Brother Wei Renshi to the Pass"
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty? Author: Li He
Send off guests for a farewell drink, and there is no ocher in the thousand glasses.
What is the saddest thing? The horse's head rings with a golden ring.
The wild color is vast and ownerless, and the autumn light is empty.
Sit down to strengthen your courage, and you can’t see with your eyes broken.
Walking along the west road led by locust trees, there are many green shoots.
Wei Lang is a good brother, and Wenhan is born from jade.
I live on a mountain with an acre of wormwood field.
The rain at night calls the renter, and the sound of spring secretly communicates.
Who understands Lao Lao? Cangtu is the only southern mountain.
Vernacular translation:
Drinking to say goodbye to friends with a heart full of misery, no trace of drunkenness left on the face after a thousand drinks.
What is the most sad and painful thing? If the horse wears a jingle, the person will break up.
The wilderness scenery is vast and unattended, and the sky is high and the autumn air is refreshing and gentle.
The vast wilderness seems to have lost its master, leaving only the empty and distant yellow autumn.
Locust trees are arranged in rows leading to the westbound road, and the green treetops are clustered to the end.
Wei Lang is really a good brother and close friend, and his writing style is exquisite and every word is exquisite.
I have a shabby and simple residence on a barren mountain. An acre of thin fields is overgrown with basil and there is no harvest of rice or wheat.
On a rainy night, the call of the police to urge rent was intertwined with the sound of pounding rice.
Who understands my sadness when Wei Lang is gone? Only the unexpected Nanshan Mountain shares my sorrow