From: Five Dynasties, Feng Yansi's "Queta, Six Songs, Sleeping on the Green Tree"
Interpretation: In the shade, a unique and quiet small building stands quietly and alone, and the winding railings are tightly attached to the green trees, which set each other off. The spring breeze is warm and gentle, and the yellow-green willows are swaying in the wind.
The spring is beautiful, the sky is clear in Wan Li, the hairspring is curling, and catkins are flying. This is already the scene of late spring. Just as the apricot blossoms were in full bloom and delicate and charming, it began to rain lightly. In such a deep relationship, she couldn't help falling asleep. While sleeping soundly, she was awakened by the crisp sound of warblers outside the window, and her dream was nowhere to be found.
2, the original: there are strange trees in the court, and the green leaves are gorgeous. Climbing a pole and folding its glory will be a legacy. The incense is full of sleeves, and the road is long. This thing is expensive, but it feels different from then.
From: Anonymous "There are Strange Trees in the Courtyard" in Han Dynasty.
Interpretation: A beautiful tree in the yard, full of green leaves against the dense flowers, looks particularly spring. I climbed up the branch and picked the most beautiful bunch of flowers to give to my relatives who miss me day and night. The fragrance of flowers overflowed my sleeve, but it was far away, and no one could send it to my relatives.
It's not that this flower is precious, but I've been away for too long, and I want to express my nostalgia through this flower.
3, the original: trees around the village, water full of ponds. Wandering in the east wind, high-spirited. The small garden is full of spring. There are peach blossom red, plum blossom white and cauliflower yellow. Far away from the fence, there is a dark hall. Next to Qingqing and Liushui Bridge. Occasionally take the opportunity to flatten Donggang. Yinger is singing, Yaner is dancing and butterflies are busy.
From: Song Qin Guan's Xiangzishu Around the Village
Interpretation: Green trees surround the village, spring water overflows the pond, bathes in the east wind, and I walk with enthusiasm. Although the small garden is small, it is full of spring. Peach blossom is red, plum blossom is white and cauliflower is golden.
There are several thatched cottages in the distance. The blue flag fluttered in the wind, and the small bridge stood by the stream. Occasionally, I will take a walk through the hills in the east. Birds are singing, swallows are flying and butterflies are flying. It is a beautiful spring.
4. Original text: Who planted banana trees in front of the window and filled the heart? The atrium is overcast. Leaves warm the heart, and the volume is relaxed and clear. (Qing Yu's first work: Love) The rainy night falls on the sad pillow, dripping with rain. Drop by drop. Worried about hurting northerners, not used to listening.
From: Song Qingzhao, "Ugly slave, who planted banana trees at the window"
Interpretation: I don't know who planted banana trees in front of the window, and the shade covered the whole courtyard. Leaves and expanding leaf centers are attached to each other, covering the courtyard one by one. Full of sadness, I couldn't sleep, but it began to rain in the middle of the night, dribs and drabs, and it kept ringing. The sound of rain falls and beats my heart. I can't get used to it, so I get up dressed.
5, the original: Baling Bridge, uneven smoke trees, the best scenery. Weeping willows, after several climbs, gaunt Chu palace waist. The sunset is idle, Qiu Guang is old, and his thoughts are full of happiness. A song of Yang Guan, heartbroken sound, alone LanRao.
From: Liu Yong, Song's Youth Tour, Crossing Baling Bridge of Smoke Trees.
Interpretation: Willow trees of different heights are like smoke, hiding Baling Bridge. The custom here is still the same as going to North Korea, sending others and folding willows to send relatives. The rotten ancient willow, like a slender willow, has been haggard. The setting sun shines leisurely on the earth, Qiu Guang gradually disappears, and the sadness of parting spreads all over the river bank like grass. A heartbreaking farewell song of "Yangguan", leaning against the railing of the ship alone for a long time.