1, the ambition of Wang Ji in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Looking at the dusk in Gaodong, I want to rely on it. Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling.
The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back. Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei.
Translation:
At dusk, I stood at the entrance of Gaodong village and looked down, not knowing where to go. Every tree is dyed with autumn colors, and many mountains are covered with the afterglow of the sunset.
Herders drive cattle home, and hunters ride horses to take their prey home. Everyone is relatively silent and doesn't know each other. I really want to live in seclusion in the mountains!
2. Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems Five" in Qing Dynasty
Original text:
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Translation:
The sadness of leaving Kyoto is like a wave of water extending to the distance of sunset. With a wave of whip heading east, people feel at the end of the world.
Flowers and branches are not heartless things, even if they turn into spring mud, they are willing to cultivate beautiful spring flowers to grow.
3. Cao Cao's ocean view in the Eastern Han Dynasty
Original text:
On the east coast, climb Jieshi Mountain to see the vast sea.
The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea.
Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging.
The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean.
Journey to the sun and the moon, if you go out.
Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
Translation:
To the east, climb the high Jieshi Mountain and enjoy the boundless sea.
How vast the sea is, and the islands in the sea are towering.
Surrounded by lush trees and flowers.
The bleak wind came, the vegetation shook, and the waves in the sea surged.
The sun and the moon rise and set, as if from this vast ocean.
The bright stars in the Milky Way also seem to emerge from the embrace of the sea.
Oh, I'm so happy! I just use poetry to express my inner ambition.
4. Xin Qiji's "Nanxiangzi" was published in Gubeiting, Jingkou, and was pregnant with Song Dynasty.
Original text:
Where to see China? Full of scenery, Gu Bei Building. How many things have gone up and down through the ages? The Yangtze River stretches as far as the eye can see.
I was too young to stop fighting in the southeast. Who is the world hero? Cao Liu. Children should be like Sun Zhongmou.
Translation:
Where can I overlook my hometown, the Central Plains? At present, I only see the magnificent mountains and rivers around the North Drum Tower that have experienced thousands of years of ups and downs. I don't know how many changes have been made. I don't know. The past is continuous, like the endless Yangtze River.
I think that when Sun Quan was young, he once led an army of thousands of people. Occupy the southeast, persist in the war of resistance, and do not bow to the enemy. Who is Sun Quan's opponent? Only Cao Cao and Liu Bei can compete with him. No wonder Cao Cao said, "A son born should be like Sun Quan!"
5. Dondero's "Chant/Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada"
Original text:
Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think of the south. I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind. Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ?
Translation:
In late autumn, cicadas kept calling, and cicadas brought my prisoner's sadness to towards the distant. How can you stand this Qiu Chan flapping his black wings and talking to me endlessly with white hair?
Autumn dew is thick, even if cicada spreads its wings, it is difficult to fly high, and the cold wind is rustling, which easily drowns its song. Who can believe that Qiu Chan is so clean and noble? Who can avenge me for my innocence and integrity?
6. Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong Write Huai" in Song Dynasty
Original text:
Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, white and sad!
Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing. When do courtiers hate their guts! Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.
Translation:
I was so angry that my hair stood on end and my hat was lifted. Climbing alone on the railing and looking out, the sudden storm has just stopped. Looking up at the sky, I can't help screaming at the sky, and my heart is full of heart.
Although some fame has been established for more than 30 years, it is as insignificant as dust. The north and south fought for eight thousand miles, and how many storms have passed. My hero, we should seize the time to make contributions to our country, and don't waste our youth until we are old.
The shame of Jingkang's transformation has not been washed away by snow so far. When will the resentment as a national civil servant disappear? I will drive a chariot to attack Helan Mountain, and even Helan Mountain will be razed to the ground. I am full of ambition. I eat the enemy's meat when I am hungry, and I drink the enemy's blood when I am thirsty. When I recover the old mountains and waters, I will report good news and serve the country!
7. Lu You's "Yongmei" in the Southern Song Dynasty.
Original text:
Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. It's dusk. I'm alone. It's windy and rainy.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.
Translation:
Outside the posthouse, the bridge is broken, and the plum blossoms are lonely. It was sunset and dusk, and she was sad and kept beating her.
She doesn't want to occupy Chunfang at all, let all flowers bloom and slander her. Even though she fell to the ground piece by piece, crushed into pieces, and crushed into dust and mud, Qingfen remained in the world forever.