(1)
Give me a flower basket,
and a lamp.
Alas, all the flowers have withered?
What should we do?
The festival is about to be held,
but my sacrifice has disappeared.
Hey, maybe I should try my luck,
go to the little Flora and have a look,
if she is sleeping soundly,
< p> I will steal her flower crown.(2)
An ancient festival! Where is it held?
Can a swarm of bees guide me?
Is it next to a steaming stream?
The severe cold in winter is really unbearable.
Is there a lush and evergreen forest?
Where it is always gentle and the branches and leaves are always lush?
Alas, we can’t live without fine wine.
The fragrance has spent centuries waiting in the deep soil.
Are the wine glasses made of rose petals?
The tune is cuckoo? Is it the euphemism of a nightingale?
(3)
I also want to bring a girl,
Let me tell you quietly: she is very beautiful.
Fairies, don’t snicker frivolously,
We are not lovers, although
I have devoted all my love to her.
You can’t teach her to frown,
to be angry, bored or sad all day long,
Just let her learn how to love,
< p> How to kiss, with that beautiful boy.Oh, just don’t let me see it!
(4)
Sprinkle petals on the lush lawn,
Since we use it as an altar,
Sprinkle it quickly Petals, the sky is getting late,
the stars also serve as candles,
but let us still light the lamp.
Oh, close your eyes gently,
Pray for the coming new year,
Let me pray that I will no longer be tired,
Let me sincerely hope:
I can love life more.
(5)
May I not be sad about lowly things,
May I not be buried in emptiness and nothingness.
Let me pray for flowers to bloom in the coming year
I will become a butterfly in the grass,
When she is pillowing in the waves of green grass.
Oh, how cute she is!
How I would like to die in her bosom!
Does she have love for others in her heart?
Alas, she will never fall in love with an insubstantial butterfly on a lonely night for no reason.
(6)
Why not let the goddess of youth untie the golden hook,
gently slide off the clothes,
Come on, naked Drinking wine and dancing!
Let the Muses kiss me,
Since she has me as a prisoner,
it is time to do me some good.
Oh, party hard!
For the willows that will be green again next year,
For the lilies, primroses, and violets under the trees,
Come and give everything that sleeps Blessings!
(7)
The past seems to have never existed.
The dead poet has nothing to do with the present.
But I want to pay homage to them here.
Quick, drink up the wine in the cup!
Don’t be sad, look at the pretty face of the beauty again,
The poet is never a beggar, it’s just me
I was born a hundred years too late.
But forget it, don’t be sad!
Peonies will bloom every spring,
The drifting boat will eventually return to the harbor.
(8)
Flashy festival, winter festival,
Dear girl, scattered petals,
Trembling lamp , dim stars,
Oh, and the drunken fairies.
What a beautiful dream
Silent under the moonlight!
Yes, how willing I am to give up everything
All humble and insignificant thoughts,
to be a "waste",
Become "living in a dream" that they despise.