Chu Junyi in Fu Zi by Zhang Jiuling in Tang Dynasty.
Now that you're out, you don't care about the disabled machine anymore.
I miss you like a full moon, and the brightness is decreasing every night.
Explanation:
I haven't touched that old loom since you left your hometown for a long trip. Thinking of you is like a full moon on the horizon, which weakens the brilliance night after night.
2. Does the human heart have to bloom in spring like all other flowers? Even if this bright flame of love, should it only be ashes? !
Untitled "Misty Rain from the East Wind" by Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty.
The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Oh, my heart will no longer sprout spring flowers; So as not to miss my soul and turn to ashes.
Explanation:
The east wind is rustling and the drizzle is flying with the wind. There is a light thunder outside the lotus pond. A golden toad incense burner, with a lock button, is wrapped in cigarettes, elegant, like a jade tiger pulley, and draws well water with a rope. Jia's daughter peeked at Han Shou through the curtains because she loved his youth and beauty. Wang Wei dreamed that Zhen Shiyin had a pillow and compared her poems to Fu Fei. Oh, my heart is no longer sprouting, the flower of spring; So as not to make me miss you inch by inch, and Hua Song lost his ashes.
3, the belt is getting wider and wider, I don't regret it.
From butterfly lovers, Stay in a Dangerous Building by Liu Yong in Song Dynasty.
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence. (Lan Tong Lan)
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Explanation:
I leaned on the railing of a tall building for a long time, and the breeze brushed my face a little bit, which made me feel dejected in the endless spring, and my depression and sadness rose from the distant and boundless sky. Green grass, drifting clouds and smoke, hidden in the afterglow of sunset, no one understands my feeling of leaning against the railing.
I'm going to get drunk in my bohemian mood and raise a glass to sing, but I feel meaningless when I barely laugh. I'm getting thinner and thinner, but I haven't always regretted it. I'd rather look haggard because of her thinness.
4. The wind leaves keep ringing at night. Look at the eyebrows and temples.
From Su Shi's Xijiang Moon Song Dream
It's a big dream in the world, how many times is it cool in autumn? At night, the sound of wind blowing leaves rings in the gallery. Look at the eyebrows and temples.
The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy. Mid-Autumn Festival: Who shares the lonely light? Looking at the north sadly.
Explanation:
Everything in the world is like a big dream. How many cool autumn has life experienced? At night, the sound of the wind blowing leaves resounds through the cloister. Look at yourself, your worries climb on your forehead, and your hair turns white at your temples. Wine is not good wine, and it is often worried because there are few guests. Although the moon is bright, most of it is covered by clouds. On this Mid-Autumn Night, who can enjoy this wonderful moonlight with me? I can only pick up my glass and look at the north sadly.
5, see Zhu thinking in succession, describing haggard, fragmented as memory.
From Wu Zetian's Ruyi Niang in Tang Dynasty
Zhu Jian thinks in succession, looking haggard and fragmented.
If you don't believe me, you will cry. Open the box and take the pomegranate skirt.
Explanation:
Acacia excessive, so that the emotional, trance, actually see red as green. I miss the consequences, my body is haggard and my spirit is in a trance. If you don't believe me, I have been crying for thinking of you recently. Then open the box and look at the tears on my pomegranate skirt.
2. describe an ancient poem that is completely disappointed with a person, but it is so popular, but it is easy to change. But you and I should have loved each other, but why should we leave each other today? It's easy to change your heart now, but you say it's easy to change your heart in this world. )
Original text:
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan language stops midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain.
More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
Vernacular translation:
Getting along with the right person should always be as sweet, warm, affectionate and happy as when we first met. But you and I should love each other, but why should we leave each other today? It's easy to change your heart now, but you say it's easy to change your heart in this world. Tang He swore an oath of life and death in the Palace of Immortality, but they finally said goodbye. Even so, there is no resentment. But how can Tang compare with that year? He has always made a vow to be a pair of birds and connect the branches with Yang Yuhuan.
This article is from Mulan Ci written by Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty, which is an antique word and a friend of Cambodia.
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Writing background:
The antique words of Magnolia grandiflora and Cambodian friends are the works of Nalan Xingde, a poet in Qing Dynasty. This word describes a scene where a woman who was hurt by her feelings and the man who hurt her resolutely broke up. Borrowing the allusions of Ban Jieyu's abandonment of children and the love tragedy between Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty and Yang Guifei, through the images of "autumn fan", "Lishan dialect", "rain bell" and "Lian Yi", this paper creates a sad and sad artistic conception and expresses the bitterness of women being abandoned by men.
The inscription says that this is an antique work, and its quatrains is an ancient poem, which accuses men of their fickle feelings in a woman's tone to express their rejection of men. Such as the archaic word "Bai Tou Yin" and Tang Yuanzhen's "Three Ancient Decisions". The first draft of Nalan Xingde borrowed allusions from Han and Tang Dynasties to express the feelings of "in my heart forever".
3. Introduce a poem that expresses a person's painful feelings. Butterflies like flowers. Liuyong leaned against the dangerous building.
Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.
I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong [qi m ng] music is still tasteless.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. Butterfly love flowers, threshold chrysanthemum, blue tears of sorrow smoke reveal Yan Shu threshold chrysanthemum, blue tears of sorrow smoke reveal, the curtain is light and cold, and swallows fly away.
The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake. Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.
You have to send colorful stationery and rulers to know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide. Jiaxu is ash, and Millennium is frost.
The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back from it, in the middle of the water
It's been a long time, and it hasn't changed for thousands of years. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and embarrassing; Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. The dew has not yet arrived, so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and right; Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. Li Chi Ngai I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, drinking the water from the Yangtze River. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred.
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. Qin Guan, the fairy son of Queqiao, is clever, and the flying stars spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark.
When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world. Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! It's been a long time, and it's still there, day and night Thoughts (4) Yuan Zhen was once a sea of water, and it will always be amber.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. Jade case Yuan Xin Qiji spends thousands of trees in the east wind night.
It blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense.
Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moth, snow, willow, golden thread.
The laughter faded away. Look for him in the crowd.
Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
4. Is there any poem that can describe how painful it is to miss someone? 1, ten years is too long to live and die, and you forget it without thinking about it. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose. -From the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi recalled the dream on the twentieth day of the first month"
Interpretation of the vernacular: The two died for a lifetime and were isolated for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.
2, red lotus root fragrant jade. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. -From the Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum, Lotus Root Fragrance, Residual Jade in Autumn"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the lotus flower has been disabled, the fragrance has disappeared, and the cold and slippery bamboo mat is full of autumn. Gently take off the silk skirt and lie on the bed alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? It's time for the geese to line up and return to the south line by line. The moonlight is bright and soaking, and the lonely pavilion in the west is full.
Flowers, wandering by themselves, water, wandering by themselves, a kind of parting acacia, affecting two leisure worries. Ah, it can't be ruled out that this lovesickness, this sadness, has just disappeared from the frowning brow and is faintly entangled in my heart.
3. The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west. The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other. When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter. Looking back, I am lovesick and infinite. If I had known this, I wouldn't have known him. -From the Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words/Autumn Poems"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: autumn wind is clear and autumn moon is bright. When the leaves in the wind gather and disperse, Western jackdaw in the west has inhabited and was awakened by the bright moon. I am looking forward to meeting you again, but I don't know when. At this time, on such a night, the dream of lovesickness is hard to come true. Walking into the door of acacia, I know the pain of acacia, the eternal memory of acacia, but the short-lived acacia is endless. I knew that acacia was so entangled in my heart that I didn't know it at the beginning.
4, leaning on dangerous buildings, looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence. I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -From Song Dynasty: Liu Yong's "Liang Zhu, Living in a Dangerous Building"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: I am standing on a tall building, and the thin spring breeze is blowing head-on. From a distance, endless worries and gloom pervade the sky. The setting sun is slanting and the grass is misty. Who can understand my mind silently leaning against the railing? I want to indulge myself and get drunk. When I raise a glass in a song, I feel that I am reluctant to play but have no interest. I'm getting thinner and thinner, and I don't regret it. I'd rather languish for you.
5, blue sky, yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside. Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears. -From the Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe Nostalgia"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Blue sky, white clouds and yellow leaves, autumn scenery is connected with water waves in the river, and the waves are filled with green and cold smoke. The mountains set off the sunset, the blue sky and the river. The grass is unfriendly and extends to the horizon beyond the sunset.
Missing my hometown silently is sad, and lingering worries are hard to get rid of. Unless I dream well every night, I can get a moment's comfort. I don't want to look at the tall building alone on a moonlit night, but I want to pour bitter wine into my sadness and turn it into tears of acacia.
5. Introduce a poem that expresses a person's more painful feelings, Liang Zhu, Dangerous Building, Liu Yong.
It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark.
In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.
I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong [qi m ng] music is still tasteless.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Butterfly love flowers, threshold chrysanthemum, sorrow for smoke, blue tears for Yan Shu.
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake. Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. You have to send colorful stationery and rulers to know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide.
Jianjia
The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back from it, in the middle of the water
It's been a long time, and it hasn't changed for thousands of years. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and embarrassing; Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
The dew has not yet arrived, so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and right; Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. .
Li Chi Ngai of Boolean Operators
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, drinking the water from the Yangtze River.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Que Qiao xian Qin Guan
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.
When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge!
It's been a long time, and it's still there, day and night
Li Si (4) Yuan Zhen
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Yuan Xin Qiji in Qingyu case
Thousands of trees bloom at night in the East. It blows down and the stars are like rain.
BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moth, snow, willow, golden thread. The laughter faded away.
Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
6. Poems that reflect a person's sadness and despair. What adherents are in tears, looking forward to another year in Nanwangshi?
Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.
Does the human heart have to bloom in spring like all other flowers? Even if this bright flame of love, should it only be ashes? .
When the door was as deep as the sea, Xiao Wei was a passer-by.
The most important thing is to leave the temple in a hurry, and the farewell song is still playing in the teaching workshop.
Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months.
It makes people feel sentimental and thin, and now I really regret it. Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.
Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, but an inch is still a thousand shares. When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it. How much sadness can you have? It's just a river flowing eastward.