Li Qingzhao’s poem Yu Jiaao

Yu Jia Ao

Author: Li Qingzhao

The sky is connected with the clouds and waves, and the morning mist is connected, and the stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing. It's as if the dream soul has returned to the emperor's home. Hearing Tian's words, he asked me diligently where I was going.

I reported that the road was long and the sun was setting, and I learned some amazing lines from poetry. Ninety Thousand Miles Wind Peng is doing his best. When the wind stops, the boat blows away the three mountains!

Translation:

The water and the sky meet, and the morning fog covers the clouds and waves. The Milky Way is about to turn, and thousands of sails are drifting like shuttles along the waves. The dream soul seems to have returned to heaven, and the emperor of heaven has sent a message to invite him. Yinqin asked: Please tell me where I am going to go.

I reported back to the Emperor of Heaven and said: The journey is long, and I lamented that the sunset was not early. Learning to compose poetry is in vain if you have some wonderful lines that people praise you for. Ninety thousand miles in the sky, the roc soars high into the sky. Wind! Don't let it stop. It will carry my boat directly to the Penglai Islands. Fisherman's Proud

Author: Li Qingzhao

It is known in the snow that spring has arrived, and the winter plum blossoms are dotted with delicate branches. Her fragrant face is half-opened and charming. In the courtyard, the beauty takes a bath and washes off her fresh makeup.

Catalogue may be intentional, so the moon shines brightly. ***The bounty is green ants, don't quit being drunk, this flower is not comparable to other flowers.

Translation:

The snow-capped world is full of silver. In this silver world, a winter plum tree is dotted in it. The plum branches covered with snow and hanging ice are crystal clear, and the plum blossoms on the branches are plump and beautiful. It is from the plum blossoms blooming proudly in the snow that people know that spring is coming. The plum blossoms are in bloom, delicate and beautiful, and their fragrance is astonishing, just like a beauty who has just taken a bath and put on new makeup in the courtyard.

Nature may also have a preference. She loves this delicate plum blossom as a foil, which makes the moonlight so bright, clear, exquisite and translucent, spreading all over the earth. Let's raise a glass and drink happily. On this beautiful night with the full moon and white snow, we can taste wine and appreciate the plum blossoms, and get drunk before resting. You know, among all the flowers, no one is inferior to plum blossoms.