1. "The Child Makes Ice" by Yang Wanli in the Song Dynasty
The child takes off the ice from the golden basin and threads the colored silk through it to serve as a silver jade.
The sound of a jade chime made its way through the forest, and suddenly there was the sound of broken glass.
Translation: In the early morning, the childish child took off the ice cubes that had been frozen on the plate during the night and held them in his hands. When knocked gently, the ice cubes made a sound like passing through the forest. When the spectators were fascinated by the sound passing through the forest, they suddenly heard another sound - the ice cubes fell to the ground, making a sound like breaking glass. .
2. Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty "Huanxi Sha·The water in the stream filled with fallen leaves has frozen"
The water in the stream filled with fallen leaves has frozen, and the evening dream still illuminates the short pavilion. In what year was the temple abandoned and its title lost?
Relying on the words on the stele, the cockfighter flicks the lamp in front of the Buddha to purify the dust and present the golden sutra.
Translation: Dry and fallen leaves piled up on the stream, and the water had frozen. At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun still shines on the long and short pavilions. When we came to an abandoned temple, we could no longer see the name of the temple clearly on the temple door. Wandering passers-by stopped to copy the characters on the stele, and wealthy children fiddled with the wicks of lamps in front of the Buddha. After all the hard work in this world, when will mortals wake up?
3. The anonymous "Song of the Four O'clock in the Midnight: The Deep Ice is Three Feet Thick" from the Northern and Southern Dynasties
The deep ice is three feet thick, and the plain snow covers thousands of miles.
My heart is like a pine and a cypress, how can your love be the same?
Translation: The water in the deep pool was frozen with three feet of ice, and white snow covered the land thousands of miles away. Despite the cold, my heart is still as firm and unchanging as a cypress. What is your heart like?
4. "Huanxisha·Jade Bowl Dropping Dew Flowers in the Cold" by Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty
The jade bowl drips dew flowers in the cold, and the powder melts into the fragrant snow and penetrates the gauze. The makeup on your face at night is better than lotus flowers.
My temples are about to welcome the full moon, and wine red is beginning to appear on my face. A spring dream. The sun is setting in the west.
Translation: The jade bowl in the boudoir is filled with crystal clear ice, and the water droplets condensed on the edge of the bowl are like dew. The beauty's pink sweat is slightly melted, revealing her fragrant and white body through the light gauze; her delicate face with heavy makeup in the evening is even better than a gorgeous lotus.
The hair that hangs slightly after makeup complements the moon between her eyebrows; the reddish wine halo falls on her cheeks like the morning glow. Waking up from day sleep and dreaming, the sun sets in the west. It turns out that all this is the result of waking up from a spring dream.
5. Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty's "Youth Journey·Ashes of Jade Kettle and Bingying Beast"
Ashes of Jade Kettle and Bingying Beast. People raised the embroidery curtain and opened it.
In one night in the spring bush, all six flowers bloomed, without waiting for scissors.
The palace of Luoyang City rises from the sky, and the towers are everywhere.
The turbulent wind is gentle, the saddle is brushing and the sleeves are wet, and the way back is like Zhangjie.
Translation: A layer of bright and transparent ice has formed in the jade pot, and the spices in the animal-shaped incense burner have burned to ashes. Opening the embroidered curtain and looking out the window, I discovered that a heavy snowfall at night had decorated the trees and flowers so brightly that there was no need to use scissors to cut them.
The city towers of Luoyang soared into the sky, and the buildings were spread all over the buildings. The snowflakes were still falling like catkins on the ground, brushing the saddles and staining the sleeves of the clothes. People who had a date felt like the way home As for Zhangtai Street.