1. Four of the Five Lisi Poems
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Looking back lazily at Huacong, I am half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Translation: Once you have been to the sea, you will not care about the water elsewhere; except for Wushan, you will not call the clouds anywhere else clouds.
I walked through the flowers in a hurry, not bothering to look back. The reason for this is partly because of the asceticism of the monks, and partly because of the you I once had.
2. Jianjia
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
When Jianjia is collected, the white dew is not gone. The so-called beauty is in the river of water.
Looking back, the road is blocked and to the right. If you go back and swim from it, you will be swimming in the water.
Translation: The reeds by the river are thick and the dew has not been fully collected in the morning. Where is the person of my dreams? Just over there by the water.
Going against the flowing water to find her, the road is difficult and difficult to find. Follow the water to find her, and you will seem to be on the islet in the water.
3. Jiang Chengzi·Jiang Chengzi's dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream, and I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines. (Part 1: Broken Heart)
Translation: Two people die once in their lives and have been separated for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and cannot see each other. I don’t want to let myself miss you, but I can’t forget it. My wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her the desolation and sadness in my heart. Even if we meet, we probably won't know each other, because I am running around, my face is covered with dust, and my temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, and saw my wife dressing up in the mirror in front of the small window. The two looked at each other, not knowing where to start from a thousand words, and could only shed a thousand lines of tears in relative silence. I expected that the graveyard with the small pine trees shining under the bright moon was the place where I missed my wife with heartache every year.
4. Untitled·It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet. The east is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.
Translation: It is a rare opportunity to meet, and it is even more difficult to part ways. Moreover, the weather of late spring is about to end with the east wind, and the flowers have faded, which makes people even more sad.
The spring silkworm spins its cocoon and spins out the silk only when it dies, and the wax candle like tears cannot drip dry until it burns out and turns to ashes.
5. Rain Lin Ling·Han Cicada is sad
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where will you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them? (Good Scenery No. 1: Beautiful Views)
Translation: Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is separation, not to mention this bleak and desolate autumn, how can I bear the sorrow of separation!
Who knows where I will be when I wake up tonight? I'm afraid it's just the willow bank, facing the shrill morning wind and the waning moon at dawn.
I have been separated for many years and the people I love are not together. I expect that even if we encounter good weather and beautiful scenery, it will be just a lie.
Even if you are full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?