1. A sound of leaves and autumn, a little banana and a little sorrow, and the third night comes after the third night of dreams.
It's from Water Fairy Night Rain written by Xu Zaisi in Yuan Dynasty.
Autumn leaves sound like a sound, a little banana is a little sad, and after the third night of dreams. Snuff, chess is not closed, sigh Xinfeng stay for a long time. Ten years on the pillow, two old worries in Jiangnan, all come to mind.
Interpretation:
The night rain drips a little on the leaves of the phoenix tree, and the sound of autumn is hard to stop, hitting the banana, which makes people worry constantly. In the middle of the night, I dreamed of returning to my hometown. When I woke up, I saw snuff hanging down, and a game of chess pieces had not been cleaned up. Alas, I stayed alone in the hotel in Xinfeng. Leaning on the pillow, ten years of experience, parents far away in Jiangnan, all come to mind.
2. A round of autumn shadows turned into golden waves. The flying mirror is re-ground.
from Xin Qiji's "Tai Chang Yin Jian Kang Fu for Lu Shuqian in Mid-Autumn Night" in Song Dynasty
The autumn shadow turned to golden waves, and the flying mirror was polished again. Ask Heng E about the wine: What can you do if you are white-haired and deceiving others?
it's easy to go by the wind, and look down at the mountains and rivers in Wan Li. Going to Guangxi is more humane and clear.
Interpretation:
A slowly moving autumn moon sprinkled Wan Li Jinbo, just like the newly polished bronze mirror flying up the sky again. I raised my glass and asked Chang 'e in Na Yue: What should I do? White hair is growing day by day, as if deliberately bullying me. I want to fly into the sky of Wan Li by the wind and overlook the great mountains and rivers of the motherland. It is also necessary to cut off the swaying branches of laurel in the moon. People say that this will make the moon shed more brilliance on earth.
3. Who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, the rustling yellow leaves close the window, and meditate on the past to establish the setting sun.
It's from Huanxisha by Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty.
Whoever reads the west wind to be cool alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window and meditate on the past to set the setting sun.
It was only normal at that time that Mo Jing-chun, who was drunk, slept heavily and gambled away the fragrance of tea.
Interpretation:
Who is feeling sad in the west wind alone and can't bear to see the rustling yellow leaves and close the porch window? In the independent house, the setting sun shines obliquely, immersed in memories of the past. Take a nap after drinking, the spring scenery is long, gambling in the boudoir, and the skirt is full of tea. I used to have a beautiful and happy memory, which was only the most common at that time, but now things are different.
4. The lake and the moon are in harmony, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
It's from Liu Yuxi's "Looking at the Dongting" in the Tang Dynasty.
The lake and the moon are in harmony, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
Looking at the Dongting Lake from afar, there is a green snail in a silver plate. (Landscape Cuiyi: Landscape Color)
Interpretation:
On Dongting Lake, the moonlight and water color blend together, and the lake is calm, just like an unpolished bronze mirror. Looking at Dongting Lake from a distance, the landscape is as green as ink, just like a green snail in a silver plate.
5. The anvil pestle knocks on the moon in the deep lane, and the well road shakes down the hometown in autumn.
Qiu Si, written by Lu You in the Song Dynasty
It's a river and lake wanderer-Sha Ou. One day, like a year, leisure time to do nothing to feel so, even if it is the biggest thing, drunk also has nothing.
the anvil pestle knocks on the moon in the deep lane, and the well road shakes down the hometown in autumn. I want to look far and far from the height of the place, which can be like Chen Deng standing in the hundred foot building, the world affairs of great things.
Definition:
Profit drives people to run around here and there, just like ten thousand flamingos rushing about. It is better to be a Jianghu person and be as free as a Sha Ou bird. When I'm doing nothing, it feels like a year, even if it's a big thing, I'll be fine when I'm drunk.
With the knocking of the clothes-smashing stick, the bright moon in the deep lane gradually sinks to the west, and the buttonwood tree at the well suddenly shakes its leaves and falls, only to know that it is autumn in my hometown. If you want to look far and wide, but you don't have a place to climb, how can you stand on a hundred feet upstairs and talk about world events like Chen Deng?