Selected Poems by Yan Shu
(Song Dynasty) Yan Shu
Broken Array
When the swallows are about to return, the west wind blew in the tall buildings last night.
Ask for a small gathering in the human world, try to put the golden statue next to the chrysanthemum bush, and sing songs with a long pink face.
The slanting sun penetrates the curtains even more, and a slight coolness gradually enters the sycamore trees.
How many feelings are beyond words, written in the tunes of wild notes, this feeling is countless.
Breaking Time
The westerly wind sets over the lake, and the sun sets, and all the lotus flowers are gone.
The clusters of golden chrysanthemums are full of fine beads, and the petrels leave their nests with light feathers.
Love every year.
A glass of fine wine is newly ripe, and countless songs are worth listening to.
If we don’t get drunk together in front of you, the time will be like the sound of water.
The journey has not stopped yet.
Huanxisha
A new song and a glass of wine. Last year's weather old pavilion. When does the sun set?
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, as if they had once returned like the swallows. The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone.
Qingpingyue
The golden breeze is thin, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are falling. People get drunk easily when they first taste the green wine, so they fall asleep under a pillow and a small window.
The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are withered, but the setting sun is shining brightly. The silver screen was slightly cold last night as the two Yanyus return home.
Ru Meng Ling
Li Qingzhao
I often remember the sunset in Xiting,
I am so drunk that I don’t know my way back.
Returning to the boat late after having fun,
stuck into the depths of lotus flowers.
Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing,
starting a pool of gulls and herons.
These are Chinese classical poems