1. In the snow every year, plum blossoms are often planted to get drunk. There is no good intention to remove all the plum blossoms, but to win the clothes full of tears. This year, everywhere in the world, Xiao Xiao’s temples are blooming. Depending on the wind coming in the evening, plum blossoms should be difficult to see. ——From the Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao's "Qingpingle·Every Year in the Snow"

Vernacular interpretation: When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I would often indulge in the interest of arranging plum blossoms. Later, although I had the plum branches in my hands, I was not in a good mood to enjoy them. I just rubbed them carelessly, causing my clothes to be stained with tears.

When the plum blossoms bloom again this year, I live alone in a very remote place, and the short and thin hair around my ears has turned gray. Looking at the open plum blossoms blown by the wind that night, it was probably hard to see their splendor. ?

2. I recall drinking on the Wuqiao Bridge in the past, and most of them were heroes sitting in the middle. The long ravine flows away silently. In the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms, I play the flute until dawn. ?More than twenty years have been like a dream, although this body is in shock. I leisurely climbed up to the small pavilion to see the new weather. There are so many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third watch. ——From the Song Dynasty: Chen Yuyi's "Linjiangxian·Ye Deng Xiaoge Reminiscing about Old Tours in Luozhong"

Vernacular interpretation: Recalling the days when we had a drink at Wuqiao, all the people present were heroes. The moonlight reflects on the river and flows quietly with the water. In the faint shadow of the apricot blossoms, I play the bamboo flute until dawn. The past twenty years have been like a spring dream. Even though I am here, I look back with fear. Out of boredom, I climbed up to the small attic to watch the first sight of the new rain. Many historical events throughout the ages have been sung by fishermen in the middle of the night.

3. In the prime of life, thousands of people are supported by banners, and at the beginning of the journey, Jin Hu rides suddenly across the river. The soldiers of Yan sung at the silver barbarians at night, and the arrows of the Han Dynasty flew towards the golden servant girl. Chasing the past, sighing at the present, the spring breeze will not stain the white mustache. But he exchanged ten thousand words of military strategy for his boss's tree-planting book. ——From the Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky: A guest talks about fame and fame in memory of his youth"

Vernacular interpretation: When I was young, I led more than 10,000 soldiers and elite cavalry. When crossing the Yangtze River. The Jin soldiers were preparing their quivers at night, while our Han army shot arrows called Jin Pugu at the enemy early in the morning.

Recalling the past, I lamented that the spring breeze can no longer dye my white beard black. I think the tens of thousands words of strategies that can pacify the Jin people should be exchanged for books on tree planting with people in the east.

4. The incense carriages on the oil wall no longer meet, and the gorge clouds leave no trace of the west and east. The moon melts in the pear blossom courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkin pond. ——From the Song Dynasty: Yan Shu's "Untitled: The Youbixiang Cart Will Never Meet Again"

Vernacular interpretation: I will never see the Youbixiang Cart you are riding in again. I didn't expect that we are so destined, Like the colorful clouds in Wu Gorge suddenly drifting away, I am in the west and you are in the east. Do you remember that we met in the small courtyard with pear blossoms in full bloom, illuminated by the watery moonlight? By the pond with flying catkins, we cuddled together and poured out our feelings in the breeze.

5. On the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were like daylight. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears. ——From Song Dynasty writer Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi·Yuanxi"

Vernacular interpretation: On the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as daytime. The moon rises above the willow trees, and he invites me to chat with him after dusk. During this year’s Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I can no longer see my old friends from last year, and my clothes are soaked with tears.

6. I remember that year, under the flowers, late at night, when I first met Xie Niang. On the west side of the water hall, the painted curtain hangs down, showing the dark phase of hand in hand. Melancholy, Xiaoying and the waning moon, farewell, separated from the sound and dust. Now we are all strangers in a foreign land, and we have no reason to meet each other. ——From the Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang's "Lotus Leaf Cup·Remember That Year Under the Flowers"

Vernacular interpretation: I remember that night that year, when Xie Niang and I first met under the flowers by the pond near the water. . The curtains were lowered, and they joined hands to secretly agree on a date to meet. I couldn't bear to be apart and had to break up. Before I knew it, the waning moon was about to end, and the early morning warblers were already ringing. We broke up and haven’t heard from each other since. Now that we are all strangers in a foreign land, I am afraid we will never have the chance to meet.