Song sushi
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
When did the bright moon begin to exist? I picked up my glass and asked the distant sky. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I want to go back to the sky with the wind to have a look, but I'm worried that the buildings built with beautiful jade are too high for me to stand the cold. Get up and dance and enjoy your clear shadow in the moonlight. The moon palace is nothing like on the earth.
The moon moved, turned the scarlet pavilion, hung low on the carved window, and shone on people who were not sleepy. Mingyue shouldn't have any resentment against people, but why is it always round when people leave? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has changed from sunny to sunny, which is difficult to be comprehensive from ancient times to now. I hope people can stay together for a long time, even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can enjoy the beautiful moon together.
Second, "like a dream, the wind and rain suddenly broke out last night."
Song Li Qingzhao?
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.
Although the rain was sparse and the wind kept blowing last night, the fish mouth remained after a deep sleep. Asked the maid who was rolling the blinds, what was going on outside, and she said that the begonia flowers were still the same as yesterday. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? This season should be lush green leaves and withered red flowers.
Three, "meet you, go to the west building without words"
Five Dynasties Li Yu
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Lonely people are silent and slowly climb up the west building alone. Looking up at the sky, the waning moon is like a hook. The buttonwood trees in the courtyard are lonely, and the deep courtyard is shrouded in cold and desolate autumn colors. It's the pain of national subjugation, and it's been cut all the time. This kind of worry about divorce and missing is another flavor in my mind now.
Fourth, "a piece of plum, red lotus root fragrance, residual jade in autumn"
Song Li Qingzhao?
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 goose returns, and the moon is 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.
The pink lotus has withered, the fragrance has dispersed, and the smooth jade bamboo mat has the coolness of autumn. Untie the silk skirt, put on casual clothes and go aboard alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? By the time the geese flew back, the moonlight had spread all over the west building.
Falling flowers alone, flowing water alone. We all miss each other, but we can't talk to each other, so we have to be unhappy alone. This lovesick sorrow can't be sent away. It just disappeared from the wrinkled brow and was faintly entangled in my heart.
Five, "Chai Feng Red Crisp Hands"
How about you, Song Lu?
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo!
In your rosy and crisp hands, you hold a cup full of yellow wine. The city is full of spring scenery, but you are as far away as the palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is, blowing the joy so thin. Full of sadness, life is bleak after leaving for a few years. In retrospect, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong!
Spring remains the same, but people are haggard and emaciated. Tears washed away the rouge on my face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms were blown off by the wind and sprinkled on cold ponds and pavilions. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!