1, on the rostrum of Chen Ziang, Youzhou, Tang Dynasty
No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it.
Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.
Translation:
You can't see the ancient sages moving forward, and you can't see the wise masters today.
I feel sad at the thought of boundless heaven and earth, and cry alone.
2. "Young Beauty Listening to Rain" Jie Jiang in Song Dynasty
Teenagers listen to the rain and sing upstairs. The red candle is weak. Listening to the rain on the boat in the prime of life. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. ?
Now listen to the rain monk Lu. The temple is full of stars. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless. Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.
Translation:
When I was young, I listened to the rain on the rostrum, lit red candles, and in the dim light, there were lights in my account. Middle-aged people, on a boat in a foreign country, are watching the drizzle, the vast river, the water and the sky, the west wind, and a lonely goose that has lost its flock moans.
Now, people are old, with white hair on their temples, and they are alone at the monk's house, listening to the drizzle. The experience of life's joys and sorrows is ruthless, so let the rain drop by drop on the steps until dawn.
3. "Look at Lu Cheng's early spring outing in Jinling" Du in Tang Dynasty
Only those who are far away from home are particularly sensitive to the change of natural phenology.
The bright sun on the sea is about to rise, and Jiangnan in the south of the Yangtze River is reviving.
Warm spring urges warblers to sing, and duckweed in the clear sun is dark in color.
Suddenly I heard that simple melody you sang, which made people cry.
Translation:
Only those who are far away from home and go out to be officials are particularly sensitive to the transformation and renewal of natural phenology.
The clouds on the sea are steaming, the sun is setting, the plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River and the green willows in the north of the Yangtze River have just come back to life.
The warm air in spring urges the oriole to sing, and the green duckweed becomes darker in the bright sunshine.
Suddenly I heard you sing a simple song, which aroused my homesickness and made me cry.
4. Wuling Spring Festival Evening Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
Translation:
The annoying wind and rain stopped, and all the flowers on the branches fell, only the dust stained with flowers exuded a faint fragrance. Looking up, it's already high, but I still don't want to freshen up. Since ancient times, only sad people and sad things will make me sad. Thinking of this, I shed tears before I opened my mouth.
It is said that the spring scenery in Shuangxi is not bad. I will go boating there for fun. Well, I'm really worried. I am afraid that the boat in Shuangxi can't bear the heavy sadness in my heart!
5. Five generations of Li Yu: "Orderly sand, rain outside the curtain"
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Translation:
Outside the curtain, the rain is gurgling, and the rich spring will fade. Luo Zhi's brocade quilt can't stand the cold of the fifth watch. Only when you forget that you are a passer-by in your dreams can you enjoy the movie.
When the sun sets alone, leaning against the railing of a tall building and looking into the distance, my heart will be filled with infinite sadness because I think of the infinite mountains and rivers I had in the past. It's easy to leave, but difficult to see again. Like red flowers falling from the lost river, they go back with the spring. Compared with the past, one is the sky and the other is the earth.