1. Tonight is the Lantern Festival in my hometown, and I sit alone in the lonely village.

From "Two Yuanxi Poems" by Wang Shouren of the Ming Dynasty

Tonight is the Lantern Festival in my hometown, and Duxiang Man Village sits in loneliness.

I have the scriptures as my companion, and I am glad that there are no carriages and horses passing by to invite you.

When spring comes back, the plum blossoms in the grass pavilion are moving first, and the moon is full and the snow in the empty garden has not disappeared.

The lanterns in the hall are all gathered together, and the important things should be remembered a long way away.

I was lying on Yantai today last year, and the mines were hidden in the bronze drum at night.

The lights in the garden are dark by the moonlight, and the wind spreads the sound of horse hooves in the pavilion road.

Thousands of miles away from the burning wilderness, I look back frequently, and the Qiang flute sings at the third watch to mourn.

Shang recalled that the previous dynasty was full of joy, and Emperor Xiao once opened two palaces.

Translation: Today is the Lantern Festival in my hometown, but I am sitting alone in a deserted village. Fortunately, I have the remaining scriptures to keep me company, and I am also glad that no carriages and horses are passing by to invite people to go out. When spring comes, the plum blossoms in the Cao Pavilion are the first to bloom, and the moon shines on the empty courtyard where the snow has not yet melted. At this time, the hall of my home in Yuyao was brightly lit and all the brothers were here. My parents must have missed me being alone in a far away place.

On this day last year, I was still living in the capital, and the sound of the bronze drums during the Lantern Festival was faintly like thunder rolling on the ground. The moonlight was dim against the lights of the garden building, and in the wind came the sound of horse hooves coming and going on the pavilion road. In a land of thousands of miles of scorching waste, we often look back at the past. Hearing the sound of the people's flutes late at night makes us feel sad. I still remember many happy things from the previous dynasty. Emperor Xiaozong once opened the ban on the two palaces.

2. Kings and grandchildren should not compare their branches to basil. In nine days, the branches are close to the hair on the temples.

From "Temple of Heaven" by Zheng Gu of the Tang Dynasty

Wang Sun Mo's branches are as close to the hair as the basil.

The wet autumn fragrance of dew fills the pond bank.

I don’t envy the tall tiles and pines.

Translation: Princes and nobles should not regard chrysanthemum seedlings as ordinary wild grass. During the Double Ninth Festival, put chrysanthemums on the temples to make them look pretty. The dew and sunshine make the chrysanthemums more plump and fragrant, filling the pond shore with greenery, so it never has to envy whether the parasitic vases are tall.

3. Because the knot area is tired, there are no flowers in the hole.

From "Return to the Temple of Heaven" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty

Because of the tiredness in the knot area,

Because of the flowers in the cave.

Back in the old city,

there were thousands of houses filled with fireworks.

Translation: In order to avoid being tired in the center of power, I resigned and returned to rural life. When I came to this old city again, the lights of thousands of families were bright.

4. The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.

From "The Qingming Temple of Heaven" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.

The sound of cars is heard on the road, and the east city is green with willows.

Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform.

Sitting in an empty hall and reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting while getting drunk.

Translation: The annual Qingming Festival in Kyoto is here again, and people naturally feel sad and longing in their hearts. The sound of horse-drawn carriages rang loudly on the road, and the willow trees in the outskirts of Dongcheng were covered with greenery in the breeze. Falling flowers are flying, fragrant grasses are growing together, orioles are flying around, and pairs of butterflies are playing endlessly. I sat in the empty lobby reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of wine, and talking to comfort myself.

5. A county official has no time but a deputy envoy. The cold festival of the year is Qingming.

From "Drinking Alone in the Temple of Heaven on Tomb-Sweeping Day" written by Wang Yucheng of the Song Dynasty

A county official has no time but his deputy envoy, and the cold festival of the year is Qingming.

When spring comes and spring ends, leisure, hatred and sorrow arise everywhere.

The painted swallow or oriole boasts a strong tongue, and the willow flower and elm pod are light in body.

Take off your clothes in exchange for Shangshan wine, and laugh at Li Sao alone.

Translation: The only free position for a local official is deputy envoy (tuanlian), and the only cold festival in the year is Qingming Festival. When does spring go and spring comes, it will end. Wherever leisure, hatred and sorrow come, they will sprout. Swallows and orioles are chirping, catkins and tree pods are flying. He took off his official uniform in exchange for wine from Shangshan (where the hermit lived), and laughed alone and recited the poems in "Li Sao".