Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Translation:
Looking for anything all day is cold and desolate, and I can't help but feel extremely sad and desolate. Autumn, when it is warm and cold, is the most difficult to adjust. How can you resist drinking three glasses of light wine? The cold wind blowing at night is urgent. The geese flying to the south to escape the cold, but it's a pity that they are old acquaintances.
My backyard is full of chrysanthemums. I am sad and haggard, and I have no intention to admire flowers and cherish jade. Now the flowers will fade. Who can choose them? Sit by the window and stay alone until dark? The phoenix tree is sad and sunny, and the rain is dripping at dusk, and the rain is still dripping. How can this situation be described by a sad sentence?
Second, what did the Song Dynasty poet write about "Partridge, more important than the usual door, everything is not right"
Overcoming the door is wrong. What's the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning. Old habitat and new growth. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?
Translation:
When I come to Suzhou again, I just feel that everything is wrong. Why can't my wife who came with me come with me? I seem to be a plane tree beaten by frost, half dead; Like a naked mandarin duck without a companion, lonely and tired.
Dewdrops on the green grass have just dried on the Yuan Ye. I wander in the bedroom where I used to live together, and I wander in the new grave on the ridge. Lying in an empty bed, listening to the biting wind and rain outside the window added a lot of sadness. Who will burn the midnight oil to mend my clothes in the future!
Third, in the Song Dynasty, Liu Yong "set a storm, since spring came, I am sad."
Since spring, sadness is green, and the heart is cocoa. In the morning, flowers are spent on the tip, and the warbler wears a willow belt, but she still lies on the musk. Warm and crisp, tired of clouds, tired of combing all day long Nothing! When hatred and fickle feelings are gone, there is no audio book.
If I had known. Regret not locking the saddle. When I arrived at the phoenix window, I was only concerned with that person, like a pipe, and I was rigidly attached to teaching chanting lessons. Follow the town and don't give up. Needle and thread are idle. Sit with Yi. I, on the other hand, avoid being young, light and yin-deficient.
Translation:
Ever since beginning of spring, I've seen red flowers and green leaves full of sad faces, and everything makes me upset. The sun rose to the top of the flower tree, orioles sang in the branches, and I was still lying in the quilt. Thin waist, untidy hair, listless all day, and too lazy to wear rouge. Really helpless. I hate that fickle lover. He never writes after he leaves.
If I had known this, I would have regretted not locking his BMW. We should leave him in the study, only let him associate with colorful brushes, and let him recite poems and do his homework. In this way, he and I are closely following each other day by day. I leaned against him with a needle and thread in my hand. We should live together for a long time, don't waste our youth, and don't wait hard.
Fourth, Zhu Zaisong's "Magnolia Broken, Spring Hatred"
Sit alone, pay alone, lie alone. Standing hurts, even touching people hurts.
Who can see this situation, tears wash the residual makeup. I am worried that my illness will remain the same and I can't get rid of the cold light.
Translation:
Whether walking or sitting, whether singing or rewarding alone, or even lying in bed, I am all alone; Standing and staring for a long time makes me doubly sad, but what is more helpless is that this slight cold has aroused my melancholy.
Who can see this sadness, let me burst into tears, wash my original powder makeup to the last; Sorrow and illness, picking the wick, it is still difficult to sleep after all.
Five, the song dynasty, Li Qingzhao's "drunken flowers, thick clouds, sorrow forever"
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Translation:
The mist is diffuse, the clouds are dense, the days are dull, and the borneol in the golden beast incense burner is dazzling. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and I'm lying in a jade pillow bedstead. The chill in the middle of the night has just soaked my whole body.
I drank until dusk in Dongli, and the fragrance of Huang Ju overflowed my sleeve. Don't say clear autumn doesn't hurt people. The west wind rolls a bead curtain, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the yellow flowers.