1. Qingxi in Xuanzhou
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The clear stream clears my heart, and its water color is different from other waters.
I would like to ask Xin'anjiang why this is so.
People walk in the mirror, and birds fly in the screen.
The orangutan crows to the evening, feeling sad for the wanderer far away.
Translation
The water of Qingxi River can make my mind clear. Its water color is different from other rivers.
Let me ask you about Xin'an River, which is famous for its clarity. Where can it be as clear as this?
People seem to be walking in a bright mirror, and birds seem to be flying lightly in a screen.
As evening approaches, the orangutans begin to cry, in vain letting their sadness infect the wanderers far away.
2. Chang'e
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The shadows of candles on the mica screen are deep, and the dawn stars are sinking in the long river.
Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.
Translation
Through the screen decorated with mica, the shadow of the candle gradually dimmed. The Milky Way also disappeared quietly, and the morning stars sank in the dawn light.
Chang'e in the Moon Palace probably regretted stealing Hou Yi's elixir of immortality. Now only the blue sky and blue sea accompany her lonely heart every night.
3. Tianxiang·Smoke spreads across the forest
Song Dynasty: He Zhu
Smoke spreads across the forest, the mountains sink and shine in the distance, and the bells and drums meander at dusk. Candles are reflected on the curtains, crickets are urging the machine, and the bitter autumn wind and dew are blowing. Sleepless and longing for his wife, they all responded and sounded the anvil and pestle several times. Alarming the tired officials from the end of the world, the old age is going to twilight.
Back then, I was drunk and arrogant, so I called Dongjun and paid him with spring. Wandering on the North Road, visiting Qiang Nanpu, I felt resentful that no one would talk to me. Lai Mingyue, I once knew the old travel place. Good company comes in the clouds, and dreams will go away.
Translation
Smoke shrouded the woods, the setting sun fell into the distant mountains, and the sound of bells and drums at dusk came intermittently. The candlelight illuminated the windows and crickets were buzzing, and everyone resented the autumn wind and dew. Those poor yearning women who couldn't sleep were sending the sound of anvils and pestles amidst the sound of wind and insects. This sound startled the tired travelers who were wandering around the world, only to realize that it was the end of the year again.
I remember that I used to be a drunkard and conceited, thinking that the God of Spring had given me the beauty of spring. Unexpectedly, I wandered around the North Road all year round, and sometimes left Nanpu on a levy boat. I had no one to talk to about my deep thoughts. I rely on Mingyue to know where Youye went in the past, and brought her to me and then to her.
4. Linjiangxian·Where is the passing of time
Qing Dynasty: Wang Guowei
Where is the passing of time? Xiaoxiao is the sound of autumn again. The sky is declining, the grass is fading, and the clouds are flat at dusk. Where the setting sun leaks, a tower pillows the lonely city.
Who said anything when I was independent and desolate, but suddenly I looked back and saw the majestic palace. The red wall is not distinguishable through the fog. Yiyi is still shining, and he has the highest level alone.
Translation
Youth has been lost in the blink of an eye, and the falling leaves mean the coming of autumn. The grass on the horizon has withered and turned yellow, even with the clouds on the horizon. As the sun sets, the sun shines in through the gaps, and the elongated shadow of the tower leans against the tower in the distance.
I stood alone in the cold wind in the wilderness. I had something to say but didn’t know who to say it to. I suddenly looked back and saw the royal palace standing majestically in the distance. The red palace walls were invisible in the mist. Standing in the sunset, I couldn't see clearly because I was at a high place.
5. Send it to Zhu Jiuling, the chief administrator of Dangshan Mountain
Song Dynasty: Wang Yucheng
Xiansi Peng Island meets the immortals, the youngest of two hundred in the same year.
Putting white plait on the blouse of the prosperous market, and writing red paper on the famous paper.
The night banquet in the singing house stopped with silver candles, and the spring mud in the willow alley stained the brocade.
It is so sad to think about Mr. *** lying in the dust today.
Translation
I suddenly remembered that in the fairyland-like Beijing, all the scribes we met were elegant and graceful. Among the two hundred fellow scholars, only you were the most youthful.
In order to seek good luck and change into colored official uniforms early, we threw away the white clothes we were wearing, went to make friends with the beautiful women, and gave them red papers with names written on them.
In the singing house, people were still having fun and feasting late at night, lighting the silver candles high. The wet spring mud in the flower streets and willow lanes soiled our beautiful saddles.
How could I have expected that now I am working as a small official, bowing in the dust for five buckets of rice, and recalling the happy times with you, it makes people feel extremely sad.