1. The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the magpie bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? ——"Magpie Bridge Immortal" by Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty
Translation: The thin clouds are changing in the sky, the shooting stars in the sky convey the sadness of lovesickness, and I quietly pass through the distant and endless Milky Way tonight. Meeting on the Chinese Valentine's Day in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples in the world who stay together forever but seem to be inseparable. The lingering tenderness is as continuous as flowing water, the reunion date is as ethereal and illusory as the shadow of a dream, and I can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge Road when we part. As long as the love lasts until death, there is no need to covet the happiness of each other.
2. Leaning against the dangerous pavilion, hatred is like a fragrant grass, which survives even after being harvested. After saying goodbye to Qing Cong outside the willow tree, we parted with red mantles by the water's edge. I felt sad and secretly frightened, seeing Ping Ting for no reason. There is a dream behind the curtain of the moon at night, and the tenderness of the spring breeze is ten miles away. Unable to move towards joy, the sound of the plain strings breaks, the fragrance of the green silk diminishes, and the flowers are flying in the night, and the misty rain remains and the sky is clear. The oriole crows a few more times. ——Song Dynasty Qin Guan's "Eight-Six Sons·Leaning on the Wei Pavilion"
Translation: I leaned alone on the Wei Pavilion, and the resentment was like spring grass. It had just been cleaned and had grown up again without knowing it. . When I think of the scene of saying goodbye on horseback outside the willow tree, and when I think of the scene of saying goodbye to the red-sleeved beauty by the water, I feel very sad. Beauty, why did God give you such beauty? Make me deeply involved and unable to extricate myself? Back then, in the night and moon, we fell into a deep dream together, and the gentle spring breeze blew between you and me.
It is really helpless. The joy of the past has gone away with the flowing water. The fragrance on the green gauze has gradually faded away, and your sweet music can no longer be heard. It's late spring now, with patches of residual red flying in the night, drizzle falling and clearing, and a misty mist. I was feeling very sad when suddenly I heard the cry of oriole again, one after another.
3. The tower is lost in the fog, the moon is lost in the river, and the Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. It is worth mentioning that the solitary pavilion is closed in the cold spring, and the setting sun is setting in the sound of cuckoos. The plum blossoms are sent to the post, and the rulers are passed down from fish to fish. There are countless hates built into it. Fortunately, the Chenjiang River flows around Chenshan Mountain, but why does it flow down to Xiaoxiang? ——Song Dynasty Qin Guan's "Treading the Shasha·Chenzhou Hotel"
Translation: The tower disappeared into the mist, and the ferry was hidden in the hazy moonlight. Although I have longed for paradise for a long time, I can't find it anywhere. Spring is still very cold. How can I bear the loneliness and desolation living alone in an inn? As the sun sets, the cuckoos keep singing. Friends from far away sent letters, and their concern only made me feel more sad about separation. The Chenjiang River originally flows around Chenshan Mountain, but why does it flow ruthlessly towards Xiaoxiang?
4. Going up to the small building in the desert and cold, the dawn is like a poor autumn, and the light smoke and flowing water paint the screen. The flying flowers are as light as dreams, the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and the precious curtains are hung with small silver hooks. ——Song Dynasty Qin Guan's "Huanxi Sha·Momo Qinghan Goes Up to the Small Building"
Translation: The thin spring cold invades the small building silently, the dawn clouds are bleak like the desolate late autumn, and the colorful screens are painted with light smoke Covering the water. The catkins danced like an illusory dream, and the drizzle fell like my sorrow. I had no choice but to hang up the exquisite curtain.
5. The mountains are covered with light clouds, the sky is covered with decaying grass, and the sound of drawing horns cuts off the Qiaomen. Pause the expedition and chat about sex to lead Li Zun. How many old events in Penglai can only be looked back in vain, filled with mist. Outside the setting sun, there are thousands of jackdaws, and the flowing water surrounds the isolated village, which is ecstatic. At this moment, the sachet is secretly released, Luo Dai is lightly divided, and the brothel has a poor reputation. When will I see you here? There will be cries in the sky above my sleeves. From the injured place, Gaocheng can be seen, and the lights are already dusk. ——Song Dynasty Qin Guan's "Man Ting Fang· Mountain Wiped with Micro Clouds"
Translation: On Kuaiji Mountain, the clouds are faintly like half of them lightly painted on in an ink painting; outside Yuezhou City, the grass is falling all over the sky. Endless. The horn sound from the city gate tower was intermittent. On the passenger ship returning to the north, I toasted and drank with the singing girls and said goodbye. Looking back at the many love affairs between men and women, they have turned into wisps of smoke and disappeared at this moment. The sun was setting in front of us, tens of thousands of jackdaws dotted the sky, and a curve of water surrounded the isolated village.
Feeling tender and sweet at the time of sadness, in a trance, he untied the tie around his waist and took off the sachet. It's all in vain to gain the reputation of being ruthless in the brothel. Once this is gone, I wonder when we will meet again? The tears of parting wet the skirt and cuffs of his clothes. It is the time of sadness and sorrow, the city has disappeared, the lights of thousands of houses have been lit, and the sky has entered dusk.
6. The village is surrounded by trees and the pond is filled with water. Leaning on the east wind, wandering happily. The small garden is full of spring sunshine. There are peach blossoms red, plum blossoms white, and cauliflower yellow. Far away is the wall, the thatched cottage is hidden, the green flag is flying, and the flowing water bridge is next to it. Occasionally, I took advantage of the opportunity and walked through Donggang. The orioles are singing, the swallows are dancing, and the butterflies are busy. ——Song Dynasty Qin Guan's "Xingxiangzi·Tree Around the Village"
Translation: Green trees surround the village, spring water overflows the pond, bathing in the east wind, I walk with excitement. The small garden is small, but full of spring. The peach blossoms are red, the plum blossoms are white, and the cauliflower is golden. In the distance, there are a few thatched houses vaguely surrounded by a wall. The green flag fluttered in the wind, and the small bridge stood beside the stream. Occasionally, I took a tour and walked through the hills to the east. The orioles are singing, the swallows are flying, and the butterflies are in a hurry, it is a wonderful spring scene.
7. Old hatreds at the end of the world, lonely and desolate, no one cares. If you want to see the ileum, cut off the small seal incense from the golden furnace. The black moth is long and restrained, no matter how the spring breeze blows, it will not spread. Trapped and leaning on a dangerous building, I feel sad every time I pass by. ——Song Dynasty Qin Guan's "Reduced Words Magnolia"
Translation: Far away from the end of the world, old hatred lingers, and I live a desolate and lonely life with no one to ask.
If you want to know how worried I am, it's like the incense burnt out in a golden furnace. The long eyebrows are always frowning, and they don't relax no matter how strong the spring breeze blows. Leaning sleepily on the railings of tall buildings, watching the flying geese, every word is filled with sadness.
8. Drunk in the boat, the flow of information leads to the depths of the flower. The fate of the world is wrong, and there is no plan to live among the flowers. The smoke and water are vast, and the sun sets thousands of miles away. There are countless mountains, they are as red as rain, and I don’t remember where I came from. ——Song Dynasty Qin Guan's "Dian Jiang Lip·Taoyuan"
Translation: After I was drunk, I set up a boat and floated in the lake, letting the current push the boat deep into the flowers and plants. The real world is entangled with fame and wealth, and there is no way to escape from it, and there is no way to live in this flowery fairyland. The smoke was vast, shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun. There are countless green hills on both sides of the strait. The evening wind blows and the falling flowers fall like rain. I can't even remember the path I took when I came here.
9. The sound of insects and weeping dew frightens the autumn pillow, and the silk curtains wet the mandarin duck brocade with tears. Lying alone, the jade skin is cold, and the disability and hatred are long. The gloomy wind blows through the green curtain, and the rain is astringent and the lights dim. After all, I can't sleep, the crow crows and the golden well is cold. ——Song Dynasty Qin Guan's "Bodhisattva Barbarian: The sound of insects crying and dew startling the autumn pillow"
Translation: The sound of insects in late autumn is like a cry, waking up the woman in her sleep, and she can't help crying in the curtain. . I'm alone and lonely every night, and my sleep lasts as long as my dream. The cold wind howled and blew the green curtain hard, but the rain fell continuously. After all, I couldn't sleep anymore, and I could only hear a crow from outside the cold well.
10. Outside the sand by the water, the spring cold in the city retreats. The shadows of the flowers are chaotic, and the sound of the orioles is broken. The wine cups are floating around, and the clothes are loose when we say goodbye. No one can be seen, and the blue clouds and dusk are facing each other in the sky. Recalling the gathering in the West Pond in the past, the egrets and herons flew together. Hand in hand, who is here now? The clear dreams are gone by the sun, but the beauty in the mirror has changed. Spring is gone, and there are thousands of sorrows like the sea. ——Qin Guan, Song Dynasty, "Qianqiu Sui·Beside the Sand Bar by the Waterside"
Translation: Beside the shallow water and outside the sandbar, the cold air of early spring in the suburbs of the city has quietly receded. There are flowers on the branches, and the beautiful shadows under the clear light are chaotic and trembling slightly like falling. The wandering warbler is among the flowers, and its delicate chirping sounds too rapid and too tinny. Ah, I am alone, the wine cup to relieve my sorrow is gradually sparse, it is rare to be intoxicated for a while. Missing me day after day has turned my mind and body into ashes. Best friends who know and cherish each other, separated by a long distance, face each other in front of us with long blue clouds and deep twilight.
I think back then, when all the talented people with lofty ideals went to the Xichi Grand Meeting, they were in a state of great excitement, with fancy cars and BMWs driving around like flying. Unexpectedly, the situation has suddenly changed. Now, looking at the place where we travel hand in hand, how many people are left unbroken? Ah, the boat sailed around the sun and moon, the dream was broken, only the bronze color in the mirror reflected the rosy face. In spring, thousands of fallen flowers are gone, and the decay and decay are flying everywhere, bringing with them a melancholy, like the sea, surging and pushing.