What are the 130-word ancient poems?

King Lanling·Liu Yinzhi?

Author: Zhou Bangyan of the Song Dynasty

Liu Yinzhi is straight, and the smoke is silky and green. On the Sui Embankment, I have seen it several times, and the water is floating in the water to see people off. When I come to see my motherland, who knows the tired guest in Beijing? Changting Road, every year, should have more than a thousand feet of flexible strips. ?

Looking for old traces leisurely, drinking wine while mourning, leaving the table under the light of the lamp. Pear blossom and elm fire promote cold food. I am worried that the wind is fast with an arrow, and the waves are warm with half a pole. I turn around and count the posts after a long journey, looking at people in the north. ?

Sadness and hatred piled up! Farewell to the lake, the lake is silent, and the setting sun slowly sets in spring. Reading the moon and pavilion, holding hands, listening to the flute on the exposed bridge. Thinking about the past is like a dream, with tears falling secretly.

Notes:

⑴ Straight: The willow shades connect into a straight line.

⑵Smoke: Mist. Nong: fluttering.

⑶ Sui Embankment: The embankment of Bianhe River was built during the reign of Emperor Yang of Sui Dynasty.

⑷Piaomian: refers to catkins fluttering in the wind. Behavior: The situation when the behavior is initiated.

⑸Jinghua: Capital.

⑹ Long pavilion: a roadside pavilion for pedestrians to rest or say goodbye.

⑺Soft strips: willow branches. The ancients had the custom of breaking off willow trees as gifts.

⑻Old traces: past situations.

⑼ Take advantage of: chase, follow. Mourning strings: plaintive music.

⑽Leave the banquet: farewell banquet.

⑾Cold food: The day before Qingming is cold food. Elm fire: The imperial court took the fire of elm and willow to give to officials on the Qingming Festival.

⑿忿 Delivery: far away. Yi: a post station.

⒀Looking at people: seeing off people.

⒁Sadness: sadness.

⒂ Gradually: Justifiable. Beppuura: The place where the water flows.

⒃Jinbu: The watch place on the pier. Jin: Ferry. 堠: outpost. Silence: Empty silence.

⒄ Ranran: Moving slowly.

⒅Nian: Think of it. Yue Pavilion: a balcony under the moonlight.

⒆Dew Bridge: A bridge covered with dewdrops.

Translation:

The willow shade falls straight down at noon,

In the mist, the silky willow branches sway in the wind.

On the ancient Sui embankment,

I have seen catkins flying many times,

sending people away in a hurry.

Every time I go up to the high platform and look at my hometown,

Hangzhou is separated by mountains and rivers.

I am tired of living in the capital.

Who knows the hidden pain in my heart?

On the road to this ten-mile long pavilion,

I broke off thousands of willow branches,

but they always sent others to each other year after year.

I took advantage of my free time to go to the countryside.

Originally I was looking for traces of my past.

Unexpectedly, I met up with a banquet to bid farewell to friends.

The lights were shining, I raised my glass,

Sad music was floating in the air.

The pear blossoms next to the inn are already in full bloom,

reminding me that the Cold Food Festival is coming,

People will use the firewood from elm and willow trees.

I watched the boat leave like an arrow with full of melancholy.

Shao Gong’s bamboo pole inserted into the warm water waves,

and pushed forward frequently.

When the guests on the boat looked back,

the inn was far behind,

and they left the melancholy capital city quietly.

He wanted to take another look at me in the north,

but found that it was already hazy.

I am very miserable when I am alone.

There are millions of accumulated sorrows.

Farewell the river bank is winding,

The castle at the ferry is silent.

The spring scenery is getting stronger day by day,

The setting sun hangs in the sky.

I can’t help but think of that time we held hands together,

playing on the waterside pavilion under the moonlight.

We were together at the dew-filled bridge,

listening to the flute playing until the end of the song...

Oh, recalling the past,

Like a big dream.

I kept weeping secretly,

What was hard to get rid of was the everlasting pain.