"Jiangchengzi Yimao Dream on the Twentieth Night of the First Month".
[Song] Su Shi
Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.
Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.
Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window.
There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.
It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.
It's been ten years, and the two of us have died for life, life and death, and we can't forget it if we want to. Thinking of your lonely cemetery thousands of miles away, I feel so uncomfortable that I can't speak.
Even if I could see you in my dreams one day, I might not recognize you. My face was covered in dust and my hair was gray, like an old man.
Last night I had a dream that I had returned to my former home and saw you there, dressed up by the window. We stared at each other and didn't say a word, just wept silently.
I guess every year at this time, I dream of you like this, of the moon-lit hillside of our house, do you remember, there are short pine trees?
"Yulin Bell, Cold Cicada Poignant".
【Song】Liu Yong
The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break.
The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges.
Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.
Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.
Affectionate parting since ancient times, and even more so that can be snubbed the Qingqiu Festival!
Where do you wake up tonight?The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.
This past year should be a good day and a good time.
Even though there are thousands of styles, who do you talk to?
Listening to the desolate cry of the cicadas, I stood in the long pavilion, it was getting late, and suddenly the rain finally stopped.
At the city gate, I drank and relaxed, but I couldn't be happy, and I always felt reluctant to leave, like being forced to catch a ship that was about to depart.
I held hands with her, tears in my eyes, I wanted to speak but couldn't speak, and my heart was very uncomfortable.
Thinking about the place she was going, it was thousands of miles away, the smoke on the river was vast, the sky at dusk was gloomy, and the vast Chutian was dim.
Since ancient times, amorous people are most afraid of parting, especially in this autumn season, the feeling is even more desolate.
When I wake up tonight, I'll be in **?It may be the banks of the willows, and the early morning wind blows the remnants of the moon.
This parting, it may take a long time to see each other again, and those good times and scenery are probably all in vain.
Even if I have a thousand styles, what's the use?After all, there is no one to share it with.
"Partridge Heaven: Xinhai Winter".
【Song】Jiang Kui
In the old days, the moonlight counted a few times to shine on me, and the plum side played the flute.
Evoke the jade people, regardless of the cold and climbing.
He Xun is getting old now, and he has forgotten the spring breeze pen.
But it's strange that the flowers outside the bamboo are sparse, and the fragrance is cold into the Yao seat.
Jiangguo is lonely. Sigh and send the road away, the snow at night is accumulating.
Cuizun is easy to cry, and the red calyx is speechless.
Changji once joined hands, and thousands of trees pressed the cold blue of the West Lake.
Piece by piece, blow it out, when will you see it.
I remember the moon in the past, and I played the flute by the plum tree several times.
At that time, it seemed to wake up the person in my heart, and I didn't care if the weather was cold or I had to climb the plum blossoms.
Now that I think about it, I am getting old, and I have forgotten the poems in the spring breeze back then.
I just felt strange that the cold fragrance of those sparse flowers outside the bamboo forest wafted into the banquet of the nobles.
Here in Jiangnan, it is very quiet now. Thinking of those distant friends, it began to snow at night, and the snow gradually thickened.
The green wine glass is easy to make ** tears, and the red flower silently reminds me of that person.
I always remember the place we used to walk together, where thousands of trees pressed the cold blue of West Lake.
Those snowflakes, falling one by one, are completely gone, and I don't know how long it will be before we see them again.
"Water Dragon Yin, Searching for Spring at the Bottom of the Flower in Front of the Bottle".
【Song】Lu You
Looking for spring at the bottom of the flower in front of the bottle, it is a sigh that the mood is completely reduced.
A body of Ping, the drunkards are scattered, and the beauties are far away.
That is more this year, miasma and rain, Yelang Riverside.
Leaning on the transverse flute of the building, looking at the mirror by the window, waving and panicking.
Flowers fall in the moonlight courtyard. Silent, soulless.
Hand in hand, Zeng Xiao at that time, painted Liang Qiyan.
Seeing that the newcomer is coming, the net is lingering in the dust, and the dancing shirt is singing fan.
The material is also shy and haggard, lazy on the path, afraid of seeing the warbler.
Standing in front of the sake bottle, looking for the feeling of spring under the flowers, but the mood is completely devoid of the breath of spring.
I feel like a wandering duckweed, my friends are scattered, and my lover is on the horizon.
This year is even more sad, the miasma and wild rain continue, just by the Yelang River.
I could only lean against the building, playing the transverse flute, facing the window and looking in the mirror, wiping my tears from time to time, and my mood changed.
The flowers in the yard were falling, and the moonlight was bright. I was silent, and my heart was broken.
I remember when I used to be shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, like a swallow on a painted beam.
I heard that now here, the dust covers the net, and the dancing clothes and singing fans are silent.
I suppose she must have been haggard, too, and could not be of interest in walking on the flower path, for fear of being seen by the bird.
"Huanxi Sand".
[Song] Fang Qianli
The secret contract was not completed in the deep stage. Tibetan hook spring wine sits frequently.
To the delicate night pavilion.
It is easy to feel the emotion of caring for each other, and the dream of returning a single pillow is still shocking.
When will the tears in his eyes be clear.
We had agreed deeply on something in private, but in the end it didn't come to fruition.
In the spring, I sat alone, my glass kept pouring, and I had this emotion in my heart.
Thinking of that person, the night in the flower pavilion is delicate and moving.
We looked at each other and didn't say anything, but the emotion was easily noticed.
When I got home, I was alone in bed, waking up even when I was dreaming.
Resentment and tears in the corners of my eyes, I don't know when it will be clear.
"Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi".
[Song Dynasty] Xin abandoned the disease
Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain.
BMW carved cars are full of fragrance.
The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.
Moth snow willow ** wisps. The laughter is full of dark fragrance.
The crowd is looking for him.
Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.
Xin Qiji's poem depicts the excitement of the Lantern Festival and a beautiful encounter, let's interpret it in the vernacular:
The east wind blows thousands of flowers in the night. The petals of the flowers fell like stars falling from the sky.
Luxurious horse-drawn carriages and BMWs drove on the road, and the smell of the cars was overflowing.
The flute sounded melodiously, the shining jade pot was turning, and the whole night looked like a fish and a dragon dancing.
Those gorgeously dressed, moth-like women, holding ** ornaments made of snow willow in their hands, they smiled, and there was a faint fragrance on their bodies that went away with the wind.
In the crowd, I searched for the person, a thousand times.
Suddenly, I looked back and saw that the man had been there, right next to the dim light.
"Jiangchengzi Slanting Wind and Drizzle for Spring Cold".
[Song] Zhu Shuzhen
The slanting wind and drizzle make the spring cold. To the front of the honor. Reminiscences.
Once dried the pear blossoms, lonely tears.
Fangcao smokes Nanpu Road, and don't cry, look at the green mountains.
I had a dream last night. Between the water and the clouds. Silently.
Zhengna woke up, and the sorrow was still there.
The exhibition is annoyed, the sky is easy to see, and it is difficult to see.
The sloping wind and light rain made this spring feel exceptionally cold. I sat in front of the wine and reminisced about the happy old days.
I remember at that time, looking at the pear blossoms, tears unconsciously slid down my cheeks.
On Nanpu Road, the grass has long since withered, leaving only smoke. I shed tears as I parted, looking at the green mountains in the distance.
Last night, I had a dream in which I felt like I had an indissoluble bond with someone. In the clouds of water in the dream, we were both silent.
After waking up, the sorrow was still there, and I couldn't get rid of it.
Tossing and turning in bed and unable to sleep, feeling very annoyed. The sky can be easily seen, but it is so difficult to see that person again.