"Farewell to Prince Li of Zizhou" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of valleys have towering trees, and thousands of mountains ring with cuckoos. It rained all night in the mountains, and there were hundreds of springs under the trees. The Han women lost the cloth, and the Ba people sued the taro fields. Wen Weng turned over professors and did not dare to rely on sages.
Translation: Ancient trees tower into the sky in thousands of valleys, and cuckoos sing in the depths of thousands of mountains. The spring rain in the mountains didn't stop all night, and hundreds of springs flowed from the tops of the trees. Han women worked hard to weave and pay taxes, while the Ba people filed lawsuits to fight for land. I hope you will carry forward the political achievements of Wen Weng and work hard to live up to the achievements of the forefathers.
"Azaleas Saw in Xuancheng/Zigui" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Zigui birds were heard in the Shu Kingdom, and azaleas were also seen in Xuancheng. ?One cry, one ileum, one break, three springs and three months, remembering Sanba.
Translation: I once saw a cuckoo bird in Shu Kingdom, and saw azalea flowers in Xuancheng.
When the cuckoo cries once, my tears flow once, and I am heartbroken. The bright spring of March, I always think about my hometown of Sanba.
"Old Man's Song of Picking Jade" Li He, Tang Dynasty
When picking jade, the water must be green, and the jade is carved and swayed on foot. The old man is hungry and cold, and the dragon is worried. The water in the blue stream is not pure. In the rainy night, I eat wild rice on the hillside, and the cuckoo bleeds from the mouth and the old man sheds tears. The water of the blue stream hates living people, and I hate the stream after a thousand years of death. The cypress trees on the leaning mountain are roaring in the wind and rain, and green curls hang from the rope hanging from the foot of the spring. The white house in the cold village is in memory of the delicate baby, and the intestines and intestines are hanging on the stone slabs of the ancient terrace.
Translation: Migrant workers are constantly picking jade, trying to pick the precious water green. They are just jewelry carved into noble ladies, to dress up their appearance. The old man came to pick jade due to hunger and cold, and the commotion made the dragon in the water feel sad. The blue water of the blue stream has also been stirred up and turned turbid. On the hill in the dark and rainy night, the old man had no choice but to eat hazelnuts to satisfy his hunger. The cuckoo cried plaintively and cried blood, just like the sad tears of an old man. The deep and dangerous blue stream swallowed many jade miners alive. The unjust soul buried in the water still resents Lanxi even after a thousand years. On the steep and sloping hillside, the cypress trees roared, the wind was fierce and the rain was strong. The old man hung a rope around his waist, hanging straight from the foot of the mountain to the bottom of the Blue River. I am mentally concerned about the whimpering of the delicate children and weak girls in the thatched cottage in the cold village. Looking at the hanging grass on the cliff steps, the old man felt extremely sad.
"Jin Se" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past. Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke. This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss.
Translation: There are twenty-five strings in the Se, but this poem was written after the death of Li Shangyin’s wife, so fifty strings means broken strings. But even so, every string and every syllable is enough. Express my longing for those wonderful years. Zhuang Zhou actually knew that he was just a butterfly longing for freedom. Emperor Wang's beautiful heart and deeds can move Du Juan. The shadow of the bright moon in the sea is like a pearl turned from tears. Only in the Lantian at that time and place can good jade be produced like smoke. Those beautiful things and times can only remain in memories. At that time, those people thought that those things were just normal, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
"Midnight Song·Midnight Moon" by He Zhu, Song Dynasty?
At the middle of the night, the pear blossoms and snow are shining in the courtyard. The pear blossoms and snow are so miserable that the cuckoo cries blood.
How can the king and grandson be silent? They say goodbye on the soft mulberry road. Swallowing farewell, water flowing from the head, sobbing for others.
Translation: The late night moonlight shines on the pear blossoms in the courtyard like the white snow in winter, and the feelings of lovesickness are indescribably sad, just like the cries of a magpie crying for blood. Why is there no news from the wanderer who is far away? At that time, I held back my tears and said goodbye to you on the path lined with soft and mulberry trees. Only the flowing water from the long head seems to know my thoughts, and it makes a gurgling sound as if it is crying for me.
"Jinling Station" by Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty
The grass leaves the palace and turns to the sunset, where can the solitary cloud drift?
The scenery of the mountains and rivers remains the same, but the people in the city have changed.
The ground is full of reed flowers and I am old, who are the swallows flying next to in my old home?
I bid farewell to Jiangnan Road from now on, turning into a cuckoo and returning with blood.
Thousands of miles away, Jin Ou has lost its strength, and its clothes are upside down and covered with mud.
Du Yu’s voice was bleeding in the air, and Lilong’s beard was half removed.
As I grow old, the autumn wind blows me away, and I dream back to the cold moon, which shines on me alone.
Thousands of years of success and failure are all in the dust, disappearing into the world and talking about a husband.
Translation: In the palace covered by weeds under the sunset, where is your destination?
The great rivers and mountains of the motherland are no different from before, but the people have become subjects of foreign rule.
The reed flowers all over the ground have aged like me, the people have been displaced, and the country has perished.
Now I have to leave this familiar old place. From now on, there is no hope of returning south. Let my soul return after my death!
The country was ruined because there was no grand plan. Even Emperor Deyou bowed to the foreigners and became vassal, just like falling into the mud from the sky. Deyou has become the king of the country. Even if the cuckoo cries until the corner of his mouth bleeds, he is homeless. The little emperor also died an untimely death. I am getting old, and the autumn wind makes me feel bad. When I wake up from my dream, the cold moon shines on the lonely person. In the long history, temporary success or failure is nothing. What deserves the most attention is to be praised as a man.