The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.

Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.

The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.

In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.

In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.

Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.

I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

Vernacular translation:

The north wind swept the earth and scattered the white grass. It began to snow in Alakazam in August. Suddenly, it was like a spring breeze blowing overnight, as if thousands of trees and pears were in full bloom. Snow fell into the bead curtain and wet the curtain, and the fox fur was too thin to put on the warm brocade quilt. The general was too cold to open his bow and put on his armor.

The desert is frozen and cracked, and the sky in Wan Li is full of clouds. The coach put the wine in the account as a farewell party to return the guests, and the Huqin Pipa Qiangdi played an ensemble. At night, the snow in front of Yuanmen kept falling, the red flag froze and the wind could not move. Take you back to Beijing outside the east gate of Luntai. Tianshan road was covered with heavy snow when I went there. The winding mountain road has lost sight of you, leaving only a line of horseshoe prints on the snow.

2. Zhu Liguan

Author Wang Wei? the Tang Dynasty

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Vernacular translation:

Sitting alone in a quiet bamboo forest, sometimes playing the piano and sometimes whistling. Who knows I'm here in the jungle? Only a bright moon accompanied me quietly.

Konakayama sang nonstop last night.

Author Yue Fei? Song dynasty

I couldn't stop singing last night. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.

Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few bosom friends, and no one listens to the broken string.

Vernacular translation:

Last night, the crickets in the cold autumn couldn't stop moaning, dreaming of returning to their hometown and being awakened by the war thousands of miles away. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. It was quiet all around, and outside the curtain, a thin moon was hazy. Make a name for the country, not be old with Frost Star. The pine and bamboo trees in Jiashan are old, but they can't help but talk and stop returning home. I want to give the lyre a song full of worries. There are few bosom friends, even if the string is broken, who will listen

4. I remembered Xin in the summer in Nange.

Author Meng Haoran? the Tang Dynasty

The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.

Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.

The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.

I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.

So I think of you, old friend. You are the bane of my midnight dream.

Vernacular translation:

Sunset suddenly sets in the western hills, and the bright moon at Dong Tang Point gradually rises to the east.

Let go of your hair and enjoy the cool tonight. How quiet and comfortable it is to lie around with the window open.

The breeze slowly brings lotus fragrance, and the bamboo leaves gently drip dew.

I wish I could pick up the piano and play a song, but I hate that there is no bosom friend to enjoy.

On this beautiful night, I can't help but miss my old friend. I can only dream about it in the middle of the night.

5. Qin poetry

Author Su Shi? Song dynasty

If the piano is hair, why don't you put it in the box? If the piano sounds from your hands, why can't you hear the sound?

Vernacular translation:

If the piano sounds, why not put them in the box?

If the piano comes from your hand, why can't you hear the sound in your hand?