The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
Interpretation: Qiu Chan's crying is sad and urgent. In the evening, facing the pavilion, the shower just stopped. I hosted a farewell dinner in the suburbs of Kyoto, but I was not in the mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board were already urging me to start. Hold each other's hands, look at each other with tears, and choke. It's a long road in Xiu Yuan, with a thousand miles of smoke and waves, and the mist in the evening hangs over the southern sky, deep and vast, with no end.
Since ancient times, sentimental people have always been sad for parting, not to mention in this cold and desolate autumn! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn. I've been away for a long time, and it's estimated that even if I meet good weather and scenery, it's just like nothing. Even if there is full affection, who will tell?
2. The Yuan Dynasty Zhang Mingshan's Poems of Pu Tianle;
Luoyang flowers, to the moon garden, good flowers should not hesitate to buy, the moon should not hesitate to buy.
Watching the flowers bloom and fall, according to the flowers bloom and fall, why are you so happy to raise your glass?
The moon is full of flowers, and the most bitter thing in life is to leave.
Flowers fade after the third spring, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is missed in February. People have left, when can they come again? ?
Interpretation: Luoyang enjoys flowers and Liangyuan enjoys the moon. Good flowers should be bought for free, and so should the bright moon. Watch the flowers bloom by the railing and raise a glass to ask why the moon is so reunited. When the full moon falls and the flowers fade, the most bitter thing in life is to leave. Flowers wither until March, and when there is no moon, the Mid-Autumn Festival is full. When can I come back after I leave? ?
3. "Untitled" was a long time before I met her, but it was a long time after we broke up.
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! .
Interpretation: It is difficult to meet each other, and it is even harder to leave, not to mention in this late spring season when the east wind is weak and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
Dress up in the morning and look in the mirror. I'm only worried that the clouds in my hair will change color and my face will disappear. I can't sleep alone in the long night, so I must feel Leng Yue's aggression. Penglai Mountain is not too far from here, but there is no road to cross. Please visit me diligently by a messenger like the bluebird.
4. Zhang Mi's The Sender in Tang Dynasty:
Don't dream of thanking, wandering under the railing of the small corridor.
Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.
Commentary: I came to Xie Jia vaguely in my dream, wandering under the railing of a small cloister. Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate and shines in the courtyard away from people.
5. Lu Guimeng's "Separation" in the Tang Dynasty:
A husband won't cry or leave the room.
Toast with a stick and sword is a shame to be a wanderer.
A poisonous snake stings, but a strong man relieves his wrist.
Aim for fame, and you can't sigh when you leave.
Interpretation: A gentleman doesn't cry, but he doesn't want to cry when he leaves. In the face of generous singing and waving swords, I feel ashamed like a sad-faced wanderer. Once stung by an adder, you will not hesitate to break your arm. Since you are determined to contribute to the world, there is no need to sigh and complain when you leave home.