1, Poem of Cuiwei Pavilion in Chizhou
Original text:
The dust of the years was covered with military uniforms, and I rode to the Cui Wei Pavilion to find beautiful women.
Good water and mountains are not enough to appreciate, and horseshoes have urged me to return.
Translation:
Wearing the dust of the years in military uniform, riding a horse to the Cuiwei Pavilion to find beautiful scenery.
I haven't enjoyed the good water and mountains enough, and the sound of hooves has urged me to return soon.
2. "Man Jiang Hong, Angry, Rushing to the Crown"
Original text:
Angry, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't wait to see young people's heads turn white, empty and sad.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When do courtiers hate their guts! Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay and clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and go to the sky.
Translation:
I was so angry that my hair stood on end and my hat was lifted. Climbing alone on the railing and looking out, the sudden storm has just stopped. Looking up at the sky, I can't help screaming at the sky, and my heart is full of heart. Although some fame has been established for more than 30 years, it is as insignificant as dust. The north and south fought for eight thousand miles, and how many storms have passed. My hero, we should seize the time to make contributions to our country and not waste our youth, so that when we get old, we will feel sorry for ourselves!
The shame of Jingkang's transformation has not been washed away by snow so far. When will the resentment as a national civil servant disappear? I will drive a chariot to attack Helan Mountain, and even Helan Mountain will be razed to the ground. I am full of ambition. I eat the enemy's meat when I am hungry, and I drink the enemy's blood when I am thirsty. When I recover the old mountains and rivers, I will report good news to the country.
3. "Looking at the Central Plains with a Red River"
Original text:
Looking at the Central Plains from a distance, there are many battlements. Think of that year, flowers covered willows and protected Fengtai Long Ting. Long live the Pearl in front of the mountain, and Penghu Temple is full of songs. Today, the fighters are full of suburbs and the dust is evil.
Bing An is here? Ointment cake. Min' an is here? Fill the ravine. Sighing that mountains and rivers are the same, thousands of villages are sparse. When you ask for a sharp brigade, cross the Qinghe River with a whip. However, I came back and continued my trip to Hanyang, riding a yellow crane.
Translation:
On the Yellow Crane Tower, overlooking the Central Plains, there are many cities where there are many weeds and smoke. At that time, the city was full of flowers, willow-shaded walls and pavilions carved with dragons and phoenixes. Long live Mountain and Penghu Temple are full of lively scenes of ladies-in-waiting singing and dancing in groups. Today, Land Rover fighters trample on the suburbs around the capital, full of dust and sand, and fighting is dangerous.
Where are the soldiers? Their blood dyed the battlefield red, and their blood moistened the weapons. Where are people? They were killed in the war and their bodies filled the valley. Sigh that the great rivers and mountains are still there, thousands of households are displaced and the countryside is barren. When can I volunteer to kill the enemy, lead the elite troops to send troops to the Northern Expedition, cross the river with a whip, sweep the Land Rover, which is a "suburban capital", and recover the Central Plains? Then come back and revisit the Yellow Crane Tower to continue today's visit.
4. "Xiao Chongshan, it was too cold to stop singing last night."
Original text:
I couldn't stop singing last night. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few bosom friends, and no one listens to the broken string.
Translation:
Last night, crickets in the cold and autumn couldn't stop moaning, dreaming of returning to their hometown, burning thousands of miles away, and being awakened, it was midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. It was quiet all around, and outside the curtain, a thin moon was hazy.
Make a name for the country, not be old with Frost Star. The pine and bamboo trees in Jiashan are old, but they can't help but talk and stop returning home. I want to give the lyre a song full of worries. But the mountains and rivers are sparse, even if the strings are broken, who will listen?
5. "After Zhang Xi gave it to Zhang Wan"
Original text:
If you don't want to buy wine, you will be young and lose your hair in the mirror.
Young Ying Xiao Wo put down his horse to visit the master.
Translation:
I'm not in the mood to buy wine to remember my lost youth, and sigh in the mirror that I have white hair.
People in their youth can already laugh at me and visit hermits everywhere with thin horses.