Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. Moreover, the weather in late spring, when the east wind is about to harvest, makes people feel even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope an angel like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.
2. "Raw tea, spring mountain smoke wants to be collected."
Tang Dynasty: Niu Xiji
Spring mountain smoke is about to be collected, and the sky is light and the stars are small. The waning moon has Zhang Mingliang's face, so don't cry at dawn.
Talk a lot, still have feelings. In retrospect, I still emphasize: remember the blue silk skirt and pity the grass everywhere.
The smoke on the spring mountain is about to disperse, and the stars in the pale sky are sparse and small. Shine the falling moon on our faces and shed tears of parting. It is near dawn. Said a lot, but there is no end to feelings. Looking back, he still said: remember the green silk skirt, and pity the grass wherever you go.
3. "Business Department Operator Yongmei"
Song dynasty: Lu you
Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.
Translation: By the broken bridge outside the post station. Plum blossoms are in bloom and I am lonely. No one came to appreciate them. It is sad enough to be alone at dusk, and it is blown away by the wind and rain. It blooms at the head of a hundred flowers, but it has no intention of competing with them for spring and making them jealous. Even if the flowers fall and are crushed into dust and mud, there is still a permanent fragrance in the world.