"Lovely Rain on a Spring Night"

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu?

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.

Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

Praise to the teacher: Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

"Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin?

It's hard to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.

Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.

When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.

There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.

Praise to the teacher: Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes. Extended information

Translation of "Lovely Rain on a Spring Night":

Good rain seems to choose the right time and fall in the spring when all things sprout.

Accompanied by the gentle breeze, quietly enter the night. Finely and densely, it nourishes all things on the earth.

Thick dark clouds cover the fields and paths, and little lights flicker on the fishing boats on the river.

Look at the flowers with dew tomorrow morning, Chengdu will be full of flowers.

"Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet" Translation:

The opportunity to meet is really rare, and it's even harder to leave when we say goodbye. Moreover, it's late spring when the east wind is about to blow away. The weather, with the flowers fading, makes people even more sad.

The spring silkworm spins its cocoon and spins out the silk only when it dies, and the wax candle like tears cannot drip dry until it burns out and turns to ashes.

When a woman dresses up 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.