1, slow voice, searching.
[author]? Li Qingzhao? Song dynasty
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Translation:
Empty and unprincipled, cold and desolate, sad and sad. How to rest when you feel warm and cold? Drinking three glasses of light wine can't resist its urgency and the cold wind blowing in the evening. The geese who have gone to the south to escape the cold have already flown, but sadly, they are old acquaintances. Deny one's hometown.
The chrysanthemums are all yellow, and I am sad and haggard. Have no intention of appreciating flowers and cherishing them. Now that the flowers are fading, who can pick them? Look at the time by the window and don't expect it to get dark. It was drizzling on the plane blades, and it was still dripping at dusk. How can this situation be described by a sad sentence?
2, a cut of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.
[author]? Li Qingzhao? Song dynasty
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Translation:
The lotus flower is exhausted, the fragrance has disappeared, and the bamboo mat is as cold as jade, showing a strong autumn. Gently take off the silk skirt and lie on the bed alone. Who sent the brocade book to the place where the white clouds curled up? It's time for the geese to line up and return to the south line by line. The moonlight is bright and soaking, and the lonely pavilion in the west is full. Flowers, wandering by themselves, water, wandering by themselves, a kind of parting acacia, affecting two leisure worries. Ah, it can't be ruled out that this lovesickness, this sadness, has just disappeared from the frowning brow and is faintly entangled in my heart.
3. Wuling Spring Festival Gala
[author]? Li Qingzhao? Song dynasty
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 wind stopped, the dust smelled of flowers, and the flowers had withered. The sun has risen high, but I'm too lazy to dress up. The scenery remains the same, the personnel have changed, and everything is over. I wanted to pour out my feelings, but before I could speak, tears came down first. I heard that the spring scenery in Shuangxi is still good, and I plan to go boating. I'm afraid the grasshopper-like boat in Shuangxi can't bear the heavy sadness in my heart.
4, like a dream, always remember the sunset in Xiting.
[author]? Li Qingzhao? Song dynasty
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
Translation:
I should always think of an outing, and when I play until dusk, I will be addicted to it and don't want to go home. I lost my interest and came back by boat, but I lost my way into the depths of the lotus pond. Pull the boat out! Pull the boat out! The chirping, screaming and rowing started a pool of waterfowl.
5. Drunk clouds will last forever.
[author]? Li Qingzhao? Song dynasty
The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Translation:
Mist, thick clouds and boring life, Long Xianxiang is in the golden beast incense burner. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and I'm lying in a jade pillow bedstead. The chill in the middle of the night has just soaked my whole body. I drank until dusk in Dongli, and the fragrance of Huang Ju overflowed my sleeve. Don't say clear autumn doesn't hurt people. The west wind rolls a bead curtain, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the yellow flowers.
6. Like a dream, it suddenly rained and blew last night.
[author]? Li Qingzhao? Song dynasty
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Translation:
Although it rained thinly last night, the wind kept blowing. I slept soundly all night, but I still felt a little drunk after waking up. So she asked the maid who was rolling shutters what was going on outside, and she said that the begonia flowers were still the same as yesterday. You know, you know, this season should be lush green leaves and withered red flowers.
7.osmanthus fragrans
[author]? Li Qingzhao? Song dynasty
A dull and light corpus luteum is soft. Love is gone, only fragrance remains. Why light blue and deep red? It's a first-class flower Ding Mei is jealous, but Ju should be ashamed. Draw an aperture to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival. A poet can be heartless in thought, but he got nothing in those days.
Translation:
Pale yellow osmanthus is not bright, but its posture is light. In a quiet place, it is unobtrusive, leaving only a fragrance. Don't need the ruby color of famous flowers. Osmanthus fragrans is light and fragrant, which should be the best. Plum blossom must be jealous of it, which is enough to make the late chrysanthemum feel shy. Osmanthus fragrans is the first flower in autumn, which is natural. Unfortunately, Qu Yuan didn't know much about osmanthus, so he didn't like it. Otherwise, he praised so many flowers in Li Sao, why didn't he mention osmanthus?
8. Fisherman's pride
[author]? Li Qingzhao? Song dynasty
When the sky meets the clouds, the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance. As if the dream soul belongs to the emperor, Wen Tian asked me where to go. I report the long night and study poetry. There are amazing sentences. 90,000 Li Fengpeng is a positive move. Let the wind calm down and the ship will blow away the three mountains!
Translation:
It's a foggy day. It's foggy in the morning. The Milky Way is turning, and Qian Fan is drifting like a shuttle. The dream soul seems to have returned to heaven, and the emperor sent a message to invite them sincerely. Ask politely: Do you have a home? I went back to Heaven and said, It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and the sunset is not early. It's no use learning to write poems, and it's no use having wonderful sentences praised by others. Wan Li is in the sky, Dapeng flies high. Wind! Please don't stop, take me straight to Penglai Sanxian Island with this canoe!
9. Touch your lips and swing.
[author]? Li Qingzhao? Song dynasty
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Suddenly, a guest came. She was desperate. She walked away without shoes, only wearing socks, and even the gold pin on her head fell off. She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers.
Translation:
Get up after swinging, too lazy to rub your delicate hands. By her side, crystal dew hung on the thin flower branches, and the sweat on her body permeated with thin clothes. Suddenly, a guest came in. She is too scared to wear shoes. She just walked away in her socks, and even Jin Chai slipped off her head. She ran away shyly, leaned against the door and looked back, smelling the flowers of her childhood.
10, Qingpingle Niannian Li Xue
[author]? Li Qingzhao? Song dynasty
In the heavy snow every year. I often indulge in plum blossoms. It's no good running out of plum blossoms. Win clothes and clear tears. This year, the ends of the earth. Flowers grow on the temples. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
Translation:
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I was often addicted to the interest in plum blossom. Later, although Mei Zhi had it, she was not in a good mood to enjoy it. She just wiped it casually, but tears flowed all over her clothes. When the plum blossom bloomed again this year, I lived alone in a very remote place, and my short and thin hair in my ears had turned gray. Looking at the blooming plum blossom blowing in the wind that night, it is probably hard to see its splendor.