Tang Libai
Snow falls in the painting hall in the morning. Looking at Gary with a high shutter, the color is far from the court.
Full of vitality, light leads to smog, while grass gets cold, and Yu Pei is produced. It should be that the fairy is drunk and presses the white clouds.
As soon as I got up early in the morning and came to the hall, the servant came to report that it was snowing outside. Roll up the curtains and watch the snowflakes flying, and the snow gradually fills the court steps. Snowflakes dance like smoke from a stove, and white flowers and plants hang in a jade box with cold light. It's not like the fairy in the sky got drunk and crushed the white clouds at random.
Second, "Wenle is gifted to Jiangzhou Sima"
Don
The residual lamp has no flame shadow. I heard that you have fallen into Jiujiang this evening.
Sitting up in a dying illness, the dark wind blew the rain into the cold window.
The light will go out and a vague shadow is shaking. I suddenly heard that you were demoted to Jiujiang tonight. When I was seriously ill, I suddenly sat up in bed, and the wind and rain blew into the window at night, feeling particularly cold.
Third, "dream of Jiangnan, never hate"
Tang Wen Ting Yun
Never hate, hate to the ends of the earth. I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking. The water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying the Yun Lan and slanting.
Although there are many kinds of hatred, what I hate most is that the person who has been away from the world has not returned for a long time. The bright moon over Cangshan does not know the sorrow in my heart. The rustling wind on the water blew the petals down to the water's edge, and Yun Lan swaying in the distant sky was slightly tilted by the evening wind.
Fourth, "Taicheng"
Tangweizhuang
The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds of the Six Dynasties are singing.
Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage.
Translation:
The river is misty and rainy, the river is covered with green grass, and the past of the Six Dynasties is like a dream, leaving only the sad cry of spring birds.
The most heartless thing is that the willows in Taicheng are still hanging on the Shili dike like light smoke.
V. "Moss"
Author Yuan Mei, Qing Dynasty.
Life is not everywhere, youth is just coming.
Although moss is as small as rice, it also blooms like peony.
translate
In the shade where the warm sunshine in spring can't shine, life germinates as usual, and the moss still grows green.
Although moss is as small as a grain of rice, it still blooms like that noble peony.