The word "cannot let go" in ancient poetry
To ask how much of the east wind is left? Even if spring is here, who will it be with!
——Su Shi's "Jiang Shenzi Hates Farewell"
Translation:
You ask how much spring is left? Even if the spring spirit is still there, who can you enjoy it with?
If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, Where do you know when the mountains are long and the rivers are vast?
——Yan Shu's "Butterflies Love Flowers. Chrysanthemums on the Threshold Worry about Smoke orchids Weeping Dew"
Translation:
Want to give it to me Send a letter to your sweetheart. But the mountains are endless, the clear water is endless, and I don’t know where the person I miss is?
Love is without words, so don’t waste tears on the flower note.
Yan Jidao's "Partridge Day, Drunk Patting of Spring Clothes and Cherishing the Old Fragrance"
Translation:
There is no point in complaining about lovesickness, so why bother writing it on letter paper? , a thousand lines of tears were wasted.
The moon is broken and the red cardamom is bright. The moon is like that time, and the people are like that time?
——Nalan Xingde's "Song Ling on the Sideburns·Pillow and Fragrance"
< p>Translation:At this time, the first moon shines on the red cardamom. At that time, we met under the moon. Now the moonlight is still there, but the people are separated. Is she still the same as before?
< p>The wild goose has passed by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi"
Translation:
A line of wild geese flying overhead is even more sad because they are all It was an old acquaintance who sent me letters back then.
Even if there are thousands of customs, who should I tell them to?
Liu Yong's "Yulin Ling·Autumn Farewell"
Translation:
< p>Even if you are full of affection, who will you tell it to?