The details are as follows:
1. "Butterfly Love Flower·Spring Scene" by Su Shi
The flowers have faded to red, green and small apricots. When swallows fly, green water surrounds people. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches. There is no grass anywhere in the world!
There is a swing inside the wall and a road outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful women smiling inside the wall. The laughter gradually disappeared and became quieter. Passionate but annoyed by ruthlessness.
Translation:
The remaining red flowers have faded away, and small green apricots have grown on the treetops. Swallows dance in the sky, and clear rivers surround village homes. The catkins on the willow branches have been blown away less and less, but don't worry, lush grass can be seen everywhere. Inside the wall, there was a girl playing on a swing. The girl let out a beautiful laugh that could be heard by passers-by outside the wall. Slowly, the laughter inside the wall disappeared, and the passers-by felt lost, as if their passionate self had been hurt by the ruthless girl.
2. "The Residence of Divination Master Huangzhou Dinghui Yuan" by Su Shi
The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, which breaks one's initial tranquility. Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.
When you start, you look back. There is no one to forgive you for your hatred. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.
Translation:
The waning moon hung high in the sparse sycamore trees, and the sound of dripping stopped and the crowd began to become quiet. Who can see the secluded people walking around alone, like the misty silhouette of a lone wild goose. It suddenly thought about it and then looked back hastily. There was hatred in its heart but no one could understand it. It picked all over the cold branches and refused to perch, but hid on the lonely sandbank and was willing to suffer.
3. "The Seventh Day of March" by Su Shi
Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly.
The bamboo stick and mango shoes are easier than the horse, who is afraid? A raincoat can be used for life.
The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.
Looking back at the desolate place, when I return, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine.
Translation:
On March 7, (I) encountered rain on Shahu Road. The tools for shelter from the rain had been abandoned before. Everyone traveling with me felt very embarrassed. Only I don't think so. After a while the weather cleared up, so I wrote this poem.
You don’t have to listen to the sound of rain beating leaves through the forest, you might as well chant and whistle while walking leisurely. Bamboo sticks and straw sandals are faster than horses, who would be afraid! Wearing a coir raincoat, you can endure the wind and rain of your life.
The sharp spring breeze woke me up from the drunkenness, and I felt a little cold, but the setting sun at the top of the mountain welcomed me warmly. Looking back at the place where I encountered wind and rain, I strolled back. It didn’t matter whether it was wind or rain or sunny.
4. "Langtaosha·Wish the Wine to the East Wind" by Ouyang Xiu
Wish the wine to the East Wind and be calm. Weeping poplars and purple moss hang to the east of Luocheng. We always join hands and travel around the world.
The gatherings and separations are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are more red than last year's. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who do you know?
Translation:
Pick up your glass and pray to the east. Please stay a little longer and don't rush away. The country trail with weeping willows in the east of Luoyang City is where we traveled together last year. We visited the colorful flowers. The reunions and separations are so hasty, but the regrets in my heart are endless. This year's bonus is better than last year's, and next year's flowers will be even more beautiful. Unfortunately, I don't know who I will be with at that time.
5. "Drunken Flowers, Thick Mist, Thick Clouds, Worry of Everlasting Day" by Li Qingzhao
Mist, thick clouds, sorrow of everlasting day, auspicious brains sell golden beasts. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way that I am not in ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Translation:
The mist is thick, the clouds are thick, the days are sad, and ambergris is lingering in the golden beast incense burner. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and I'm lying in a gauze tent with jade pillows, and the cool air in the middle of the night has just soaked my whole body. I drank by the east fence until dusk, and the faint fragrance of yellow chrysanthemum filled my sleeves. Don't say that Qingqiu is not depressing. The west wind rolls up the bead curtain, and the people inside the curtain are even thinner than the yellow flowers.