"Nanxiangzi: Drizzle and Wet Light" - Feng Yanji

The drizzle wets the flowing light, and the fragrant grass grows with hatred every year. Yansuo Fenglou has endless things and is vast. Luan mirror and mandarin quilt have two broken hearts. The dreams of my soul are melodious, and I sleep on the embroidered bed full of poplar flowers. The door is ajar and the sun is setting. I owe you a few lines of spring tears.

Translation: The drizzle soaks the time, and the grass grows luxuriantly, year after year, growing together with the hatred. Fenglou is deep, and many love affairs are like smoke, sealed in memory. Looking at the bronze mirror decorated with patterns of mandarin ducks and the brocade quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks, I miss the past and my heart breaks. The soul of the dream, trusting the horse, wanders thousands of miles. When the soul returns to the dream and wakes up, only dots of poplar flowers are seen floating all over the embroidery bed. You heartless person, I half-closed my boudoir door, but you didn't come. As the sun set, I saw that I had failed to live up to the beauty of the beautiful spring, and shed a few lines of light tears.

"Butterfly Love Flower·A Hundred-foot Zhulou Lin Avenue" - Wang Guowei

A hundred-foot Zhulou tower faces the main road. There was light thunder outside the building, and it was dusk and dawn. The man who relies alone on Langgan is graceful. Counting all the pedestrians in my spare time. In an instant, the dust from the car grew into a tree branch. Everyone on the street is growing old in the dust. In the evening, the west wind brought rain. The Ming Dynasty was in trouble again.

Translation: The hundred-foot-tall red building faces the broad road. No matter at dusk or early morning, there is always the sound of light thundering cars outside the building. That graceful beauty, leaning alone against the railing beside the building, out of boredom, counted the passers-by on the road one by one. In an instant, a car passed by, kicking up dust and flying towards the treetops. Alas, the pedestrians on the road and the women in the building have all grown old unconsciously in this world of mortals. In the evening, the west wind brought cold rain. In the Ming Dynasty, I was more sad because of the water on the road.

"Partridge Sky·The Jackdaws Are Sad in the Evening Sun"——Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty

In the evening the jackdaws are sad. The willow pond is fresh green but gentle. If you don’t have hatred in your eyes, you don’t believe that there are white heads in the world. My intestines are broken and my tears are hard to hold back. Acacia returns to the Little Red Building. Love and knowledge have been blocked by mountains, and I often lean against the railings and cannot feel free.

Translation: Jackdaws at dusk, a sad scene. Only the willow trees in the pond send out green buds, showing a gentle scene. If I hadn't personally experienced the torment of separation and separation, I would never have believed that such a thing could happen overnight in this world. The heart is broken, and the tears are hard to hold back. With a feeling of lovesickness, I climbed up to the Little Red Building again. I knew clearly that there were countless mountains blocking the sky in the distance, but I still couldn't help but lean on the railing and stare at it again and again.

"Eight-Six Sons·Leaning at the Pavilion"——Qin Guan, Song Dynasty

Leaning on the dangerous pavilion. Hate is like a fragrant grass, which will survive even after being harvested. After thinking about the farewell to the green man outside the willow tree, I felt sad and secretly surprised when I parted with the red mantle by the water. Wu Duan Tian and Ping Ting. There is a dream behind the curtain of the moon at night, and the tenderness of the spring breeze is ten miles away. Perseveringly, the joy gradually followed the flowing water, the sound of the plain strings broke, the fragrance of the green silk diminished, and the flowers flew into the night, and the remaining rain covered the sky. Positive sales and condensation. The oriole crows a few more times.

Translation: I was leaning alone on the dangerous pavilion, and my resentment was like spring grass, which had just been cleared away and had grown again without me noticing. When I think of the scene of saying goodbye on horseback outside the willow tree, and when I think of the scene of saying goodbye to the red-sleeved beauty by the water, I feel very sad. Beauty, why did God give you such beauty? Make me deeply involved and unable to extricate myself? Back then, in the night and moon, we fell into a deep dream together, and the gentle spring breeze blew between you and me. It is really helpless, the joy of the past has gone away with the flowing water, the fragrance on the green gauze has gradually faded, and your sweet music can no longer be heard. It's late spring now, with patches of residual red flying in the night, drizzle falling and clearing, and a misty mist. I was feeling very sad when suddenly I heard the cry of oriole again, one after another.

"Ying Tianchang·Bie Lai Half Year Old Music Book Jue"——Weizhuang of the Tang Dynasty

Don't come to the half-year-old music book, which is thousands of knots away from the intestines. It's hard to see each other, but it's easy to say goodbye, and the flowers in the jade building are like snow. I miss you secretly, and have nowhere to say it. I feel melancholy in the misty moonlight at night. Thinking about this moment, I feel so passionate that my red sleeves are stained with tears.

Translation: I haven’t received your letter six months after my farewell, and my heart is broken for you. Every inch is tied with thousands of sorrows, and every knot of sorrow is tugging at my heart. The opportunity to meet is so rare, I regret that we should be separated so easily. The pear blossoms are as white as snow again like last year. Going upstairs to see the flowers is even more depressing for spring. The love-sickness can only be depressed in the heart, and there is nowhere to express the love-sickness. After the day, I worry about the smoke and clouds covering the bright moon. When I worry about it, I feel even more miserable. Sad tears kept flowing, dyeing the bright red cuffs black and yellow.

"Treading on the Shasha·Waiting for the Broken Plum Blossoms" - Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty

The plum blossoms in the waiting hall are withered, and the willows on the creeks and bridges are thin. The grass is fragrant and the wind is warm, shaking the bridle. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance continues like spring water. Every inch of soft intestine is full of pink tears. The building is too high to be close to the dangerous building. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and travelers are outside the spring mountains.

Translation: The plum blossoms in front of the guesthouse have withered, new willows are hanging lightly beside the stream bridge, and the spring breeze is trampling the fragrant grass, and travelers are jumping on their horses and whipping their whips. The farther away you go, the more endless the sorrow becomes, just like the water of the spring river that stretches far away. If your heart is broken every inch, and pink tears flow down your cheeks, don't climb a high building and look into the distance and lean on the railings. At the end of the flat grassland is the Chung Chun Mountain, and travelers are still outside the Chung Chun Mountain.

"Untitled" - Li Shangyin

It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.

The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.

Translation: It is a rare opportunity to meet, and it is even more difficult to part ways. Moreover, the weather of late spring is about to end with the east wind, and the flowers have faded, which makes people even more sad. A spring silkworm spins a cocoon and spins out all its silk only when it dies. A candle burns out and turns to ashes before the tear-like wax drips dry. When a woman puts on her makeup and looks in the mirror in the morning, she is only worried that her lush, cloud-like hair will change color and her youthful appearance will disappear. If a man moans and cannot sleep at night, he must feel the cold moon encroaching upon him. The other party's residence is not far away from Penglai Mountain, but there is no way to get there and it is out of reach. I hope there will be a messenger like a blue bird who will diligently visit my lover for me.

"Dwelling in the Mountains in the Twilight of Autumn" - Wang Wei

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. Break free to Chun-fang, Sun-self to stay.

Translation: The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and the fall of night makes people feel that it is early autumn. The bright moon sheds clear light from the gaps in the pines, and clear spring water flows on the rocks. The noisy sound in the bamboo forest is thought to be the return of the washer girl, and the swaying of the lotus leaves is thought to be wandering up and down the boat. The fragrance of spring may as well be allowed to fade away, but the kings and grandsons of the mountains in autumn can stay for a long time.

"Offer money to honor my father" - Guan Xiu

The nobles force people to come without freedom, and the dragons and phoenixes are invincible. The hall was filled with flowers and three thousand guests were drunk, and fourteen states were frosty with one sword.

The drums and horns lift up the sky, the air is cold, and the wind stirs the sea and mountains in autumn. The southeast will always be a golden pillar. Who would envy the tens of thousands of princes at that time?

Translation: Wealth and honor come to people and there is nothing they can do about it. If a person works hard, his achievements cannot be stopped. The fragrance of flowers in the hall intoxicated countless guests, and a sharp sword swept across two Zhejiang and fourteen states. The sound of war drums and horns rushed into the sky, making the air in the sky become cold, and the wind and waves swept in, making the world seem to have entered autumn. Who can still envy the ten thousand princes of the old days when they control this southeastern land and serve as the pillar of auspicious celestial phenomena.

"Autumn Wind Ci" - Li Bai

The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright. The fallen leaves gathered and dispersed, and the jackdaws roosted again. When will we know each other when we miss each other? It is embarrassing at this time and this night.

Translation: The autumn wind is so desolate, the autumn moon is so bright, the fallen leaves are gathering and falling apart, even the crows perched on the trees are frightened. I think about how we reunited with each other so dearly that day, and now when we are separated, when will we get together again? In this autumn night with the wind and autumn moon, it is so embarrassing to think about it.