High Balcony·Send Chen Junheng to be summoned
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Zhou Mi
Original text:
The wild flags are shining, the carriages and horses are pointing toward the sky, and the sky is low for thousands of miles on the flat sand. The treasure belt has a gold medal, and the velvet hat is in front of the head. Wherever the Bianshui River passes through the Qin Pass, if you want to visit it, you will write new poems. When traveling as a hero, playing drums and clearing bamboo slips, the horse is named Ji.
Drinking drunkenly to face the snow in Yanshan Mountain, the moon is freezing on the glaciers, and the clouds are flying at dawn. When I am old and disabled, no one can return to the south of the Yangtze River. The east wind gradually greens the willows in the West Lake, the geese have returned, but the people have not returned south. The most important thing is love. If all the plum blossoms are broken, it is difficult to express lovesickness.
Translation
The moving flags in the wilderness are dazzling and flying, the carriages and horses of the emperor are majestic, the sand is flat and the sky is low. At the farewell banquet, you have a treasure tied around your waist. Wearing a gold medal, your velvet hat tilts in the wind and you are in high spirits. The Qinguan Bianshui River in your hometown is the place you will pass through on this trip. I guess when you climb them, you will be excited to sing a new chapter. You will enjoy traveling in the northern country and listen to the high-pitched and majestic music of stacked drums and Hujia. You ride majestically on a horse, with the famous Beauty by your side. When you are drunk and your ears are hot, you are facing the vast expanse of ice and snow in Yanshan Mountain. The bright, frozen moon shines on the ice-covered river. At dawn, there are a few white clouds flying above Longtou. Now that my time has passed away, like He Fanghui back then, I am in the south of the Yangtze River unable to return home and feel infinitely sad. Who will care about and think about it? The spring breeze gradually dyes the West Lake green. The wild geese have returned here, but you still haven't been able to return home. The most touching thing is that even if the plum blossoms fly away, I can't place my thoughts on you.