Looking for poetry and prose about ancient alleys

1. "Woyi Alley"

Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi

There are wild grasses and flowers beside the Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley. ?

In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Translation

The deserted place beside Zhuque Bridge is covered with weeds and wild flowers, and the broken walls and ruins at the entrance of Wuyi Alley are the setting sun. The swallows that were under the eaves of Director Wang and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

2. "Jinling Baiyang Cross Alley"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Baiyang Cross Alley, North Jiahu Channel.

No people from the Wu Dynasty were seen, and Tang Nian grass grew in the sky.

The heaven and the earth were overturned, and the palaces and cities collapsed.

The remaining ancient hills of the Six Emperors, Qiao Su weeps and leaves the old man.

Translation

The north side of Baiyang Cross Alley in Jinling is the entrance to the tidal river channel. All the personnel and affairs of Wu State during the Three Kingdoms period have passed away, and now only the vegetation of the Tang Dynasty is green. The heaven and earth have changed tremendously, and the palace of Wu has long since collapsed. Only a few rustic relics of the Six Dynasties remain, and the former nobles are now weeping woodcutters and mulberry wives.

3. "Linjiang Fairy·The cherries fall and return in spring"

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

The cherries fall and return in spring, and the butterflies turn over and fly into gold powder. In the west of the small building, Zigui cries about the moon, and the curtains are covered with jade hooks, and the melancholy smoke hangs down at dusk.

After the lonely alleys and people dispersed, Wangcan Tobacco was in the doldrums. The incense of the stove is floating around the phoenix, I hold the belt in my hand, I look back with regret.

Translation

The cherries that were hard to offer in the ancestral temple have fallen - they all go back with the spring, and the ignorant pink butterflies still fly together for fun. Du Yu's transformed Zi Gui wept and cried every night in the west of the small building. Leaning against the jade-hook curtain in the building window, I gazed melancholy at the drooping smoke from the curtain. After nightfall, the alleys became quiet, and people dispersed one after another, facing the tobacco downturn dejectedly. Cigarettes from the stove circled the quilt pillow decorated with phoenixes. But seeing her with a sad face and an empty Luo Dai, how could she not make people look back and hate Yiyi.

4. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields Part 2"

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets.

The sun covers the thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.

At that time, in the middle of the ruins, people were walking around wearing grass.

When we meet, there are no words, but we have long paths.

The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad.

I am often afraid of frost and sleet, and the grass will be scattered and scattered.

Translation

Living in the countryside, I rarely interact with people, and there are few cars and horses in the remote alleys. During the day, the door is closed tightly, and all secular concepts are eliminated in the quiet room. After farming, he would go to the fields from time to time, move the grass aside, and interact casually with the farmers. After meeting, they did not talk about worldly matters, but only talked about the growth of mulberry trees and hemp in the countryside. The mulberry trees in the field have gradually grown taller, and the area of ??land I cultivate has also increased. I often worry that frost and snow will fall suddenly and crops will wither like grass.

5. "A Walk in the Suburbs"

Song Dynasty: Cheng Hao

You can do whatever you want in the green fields of Fangyuan, and spring comes in the distant mountains and green surroundings.

Happiness rushes through the willow alley, and I sit on the moss rock near the running water.

Mo Ci drank a lot of wine and was afraid that the wind and flowers would fly away.

The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.

Translation

I enjoyed traveling in the fields full of fragrant grass and flowers. The spring was in full bloom in the distant mountains, and everything was green and green all around. Take advantage of your interest to chase the fallen flowers flying in the wind through the swaying alleys of willow silk; when you feel sleepy, you will sit on the moss-covered stones by the stream to rest. Don't refuse this glass of wine and live up to your very sincere invitation to drink. I'm just afraid that the wind will blow the flowers and scatter them one by one. Besides, today is the Qingming Festival, and the weather is nice and sunny, so you may want to play as much as you want, but don’t forget to return after having fun.