1, Zhi Zhu Ci by Liu Yuxi in Tang Dynasty.
Poetry: The river is green, and I listen to the songs on the Langjiang River. Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.
Interpretation: On the bank of Yangliuqing, the wind and waves in the river were calm, and suddenly a man was singing on the boat on the river. Just like the sun in the east and the rain in the west. You said it was not sunny, right? The weather is sunny again.
2, "Midnight Qiu Ge" Author: Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty.
Poetry: a bright moon hangs in the capital, and ten thousand washing mallets. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
Interpretation: The autumn moon is bright and bright, and the sound of smashing clothes comes from every household. The sound of the anvil will not dry up even if the autumn wind blows, and the sound will always be tied to Guan Yu's lover. When will Land Rover be pacified and when will her husband stop his expedition as a soldier?
3. Yang Liuzhi by Tang Wen Ting Yun.
Poetry and prose: the imperial willow is like silk reflecting the nine heavies, and the phoenix window reflects the embroidered hibiscus. There are thousands of roads beside Jingyang Building, and a new makeup is waiting for Xiaofeng.
Interpretation: the palace is green and reflects the nine palaces. The window of the carved phoenix and the curtain of the embroidered lotus flower set each other off. On the road near the palace building, the willow branches are dry and blue, as beautiful as the new makeup of a beautiful maid-in-waiting, facing the morning breeze.
4, "Untitled" Author: Tang Dynasty Li Shangyin.
Poetry: It was long before I met her, and even longer after we parted, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Interpretation: It is difficult to meet each other, and it is even harder to leave, not to mention in this late spring season when the east wind is weak and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes. Dress up in the morning and look in the mirror. I'm only worried that the clouds in my hair will change color and my face will disappear. I can't sleep alone in the long night, so I must feel Leng Yue's aggression. Penglai Mountain is not too far from here, but there is no road to cross. Please visit me diligently by a messenger like the bluebird.
5, "Mountain Village" Author: Shao Yong in Song Dynasty.
Poetry and Prose: When you go to two or three miles, there are four or five smoke villages. There are six or seven towers and eighty or ninety flowers.
Interpretation: At first glance, two or three miles away, mist enveloped four or five families. There are six or seven pavilions beside the village, and many flowers are in full bloom.