Song Ouyang Xiu
Last year, the lights at the flower market were as bright as day.
it's about dusk when the moon arrives at the tip of the willow tree.
On January night this year, the moon and lights remained the same.
I didn't see anyone last year, and my tears wet my sleeves.
Appreciation: During the Lantern Festival last year, the lanterns in the flower market were as bright as during the day. When the moon slowly rises to the top of the tree, it will be a beautiful scene at dusk with beautiful women. This year's Lantern Festival night, the flower market is still brightly lit. However, I can't see the beauty of last year, and I have infiltrated the tears of lovesickness into the clothes I wore last year.
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Han Xiao is still deceiving others, and she is slim in spring, so she comes to Liu first.
A beautiful woman urges Qian to live a long life, and a cypress leaf and pepper are covered with finery sleeves.
I seldom know each other in the depths of drunkenness, but I am partial to the old with Dongjun.
Appreciation: When the lotus leaks, it has been leaked, and the year has come to an end. In the well, I have frozen wine that I have treasured for many years, and a chill from the breeze, and the slender branches of willow trees by the river, swaying in the wind, are telling me the breath of Chinese New Year. A beautiful woman advised me to drink, but I was caught by the sight brought by this new year, as if I had seen an old friend reunited after a long separation, hovering in my heart, I don't know what. I am very drunk, but few people know the meaning of my drunkenness. It seems that only my friends in the old capital know me.
3 In addition to the Night
Tang Laigu
It's about the loss of solidarity, and Wan Li's lovesickness is overnight.
I'm so worried that I'll see the spring breeze again after the crow dies.
Appreciation: Everything has come to nothing, and my longing to go home and reunite always touches my joy and sorrow. I have been thinking about my hometown thousands of miles away all night. However, what makes me feel most uncomfortable is that my melancholy and sadness are accompanied by a burst of crowing, and I will use my gaunt face to welcome the arrival of the New Year.