Poetry that reflects the vicissitudes of life
Reciting the poems on the flute in the nostalgic sky
When you go to the countryside to read it, it seems like a dead person.
Liu Yuxi's "Rewarding Lotte and Seeing Gifts at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"
Translation:
I can only play the flute and compose poems, but I feel so melancholy. When I came back, things were different and I looked like a rotten person.
Who teaches the red lotus night every year?
Two places meditate and know each other.
Yi Jiang Kui's "Partridge Sky"
Translation:
But I don't know who it is that makes me think about the reunion nights year after year. , this feeling is only understood by you and me.
Stop thinking about your old friends and your home country
And try new tea with new fire.
-Su Shi's "Wang Jiangnan"
Translation:
Don't miss your hometown in front of old friends. Let's light a new fire to cook a cup of freshly picked wine. New tea.
I often get sick and drink in front of flowers every day,
I don’t care if I look in the mirror and look thin.
Bai Juyi's "Meng Wei Zhi"
In order to eliminate this kind of idle sorrow, I drink heavily in front of the flowers every day, let myself get drunk and lose weight, even if I look at myself in the mirror I have no regrets even though my appearance has changed.
Now I recall the joy of Jiangnan.
At that time, I was young and my clothes were thin.
Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Barbarian"
Translation:
Now I recall the benefits of Jiangnan. At that time, I was young and romantic, and my spring was lifted up, and I was graceful. .
You buried your bones in the mud under the spring
I send you to the world with a head full of snow.
-Bai Juyi's "Meng Wei Zhi"
Translation:
I miss you under the underworld, the soil erodes your flesh and bones, and eventually turns into a handful of loess, And even though I am alive now, I still have gray hair on my temples.
Three thousand feet of pure worry on the temples,
Fifty years of prosperous spring dreams.
Yi Qiaoji's "Order of Gui Gui"
Translation:
Too much sorrow has spurred three thousand feet of white hair and hanging shoulders. No matter how prosperous it is, it will never last longer. It was a spring dream.