Poems in ancient poems that show that poets are optimistic despite adversity include:
1. Liu Yuxi's "Reward Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou" in the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Bashan Chu River is desolate, and he abandoned himself in the twenty-three years. Come back is human, I like the people of lanke, can only play the flute, empty self - Melancholy.
On the side of the sinking boat, Qian Fan passes, and in front of the diseased tree, Wan Muchun. Today, listen to you sing a song, take a cup of wine to cheer up.
Translation:
I spent twenty-three years in these bleak places of Bashan and Chushui. I miss my old friend and recite the flute and Fu in vain, but it's not the old days when I come back for a long time.
There are thousands of ships passing by next to the sunken ship, but in front of the diseased tree, there are thousands of trees vying for spring. I listened to the poem you recited for me today, so I'll cheer up with this glass of wine for the time being.
2. Luo Yin's Self-Dispatch in the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
If you win, you will sing and lose, and you will feel sad and resentful.
if you are drunk today, you will worry about tomorrow.
Translation:
Sing at the first opportunity, or give up, and enjoy yourself even if you completely ignore your sorrow and hatred.
if you have a drink today, you will get drunk. If you have worries tomorrow, you will worry about it tomorrow.
3. A Tour of Shanxi Village by Lu You in the Song Dynasty
Original text:
Don't laugh at the peasant's wine and wine, and keep enough chickens and dolphins in good years. The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village.
The flute and drum are close to the Spring Club, and their clothes are simple and antique. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I must use a walking stick to knock at your door at any time.
Translation:
Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. There are many dishes to entertain guests in the harvest island. The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I am worried that there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appears in front of me.
The days of playing drums and spring clubs with flutes are approaching, and the villagers' clothes are simple and the ancient customs are still preserved. In the future, if I can go out for a stroll in the bright moonlight, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.
4. Three Poems of it is hard to go by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, Yupanzhen was ashamed of ten thousand dollars. I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain.
I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, the Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun.
it is hard to go! Journeying is hard Duoqi Road, where is Ann now? I will ride the wind and break the heavy waves some day, and then set the cloudlike sail and cross the sea.
Translation:
The wine in the golden cup costs 1 yuan a bucket, and the dishes in the jade plate are precious and worth 1 yuan. But my anxiety made me put down a cup of chopsticks and refused to eat. Pulled out his sword and looked around, feeling at a loss.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, hard ice will block Dachuan; Want to climb Taihang Mountain, snow is all over the mountains. Think back to that year, when fishing in Panxi, Jiang Taigong, I met the talented King Wen; Yi Yin was hired by Shang Tang.
how difficult the road of life is, how difficult it is, and the roads are complicated. Where is the real avenue? I firmly believe that the time will come to ride the wind and waves, and by that time, I will raise my sails and cross the blue sea and clear sky.
5. In the Song Dynasty, Su Shi wrote "Set the storm, don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest"
Original text:
Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not sing and walk slowly? Bamboo poles and straw sandals are more nimble than riding, what is the terrible thing? A raincoat of coir raincoat, let the wind and rain, still live my life.
The chilly spring breeze wakes me up, and it's slightly cold, but the hills are slanting to greet me. Looking back at the place to meet the wind and rain, go back, for me, there is no wind and rain, or fine weather.
Translation:
Don't be afraid of the sound of wind and rain in the Woods. Why don't you let go of your throat and sing leisurely? It's lighter to drag sandals with bamboo sticks than to ride horses. It's a small thing. What's so terrible about it? Put on a hemp fiber and let the lake and the sea spend their lives.
The chilly spring breeze woke me up, and I felt a little cold. Looking back at the setting sun on the hill, I smiled. Looking back at the rainy scene, I went home whether it was rainy or sunny.