Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

Although I have an ambitious heart, and I also have the heroic poem "Bright Sword", it is not the most popular, and I have stayed in this strange place for a long time.

The yellow leaves are withered, the wind and rain are still destroyed, the noble buildings are rich, and the broad masses of people are playing beautiful dances and impatient strings.

New friends are covered with secularism, so old friends are separated by layers.

If you want to break these troubles in your heart, you should use a new wine to alleviate the pain. The price is 10 thousand or 8 thousand.

Although I have the ambition to conquer the country, and I also have heroic articles like Guo Baojian, I have never met a wise master who spent a long time outside. The yellow leaves have withered, and the wind and rain are still destroying them. In the tall buildings of rich and noble families, rich people are singing and dancing lightly, playing anxious tubes and complicated strings.

New friends are criticized for downplaying the world, so old friends are alienated by layers of barriers. If you want to cut off these worries, you can use Xinfeng wine to relieve boredom, no matter whether the price is 1000 or 8000.

2. "Love Letter of Chai Feng Tian Xia"

Song Dynasty: Tang Wan

The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult, difficult, difficult!

People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!

Translation:

The world is cold, it rains in the evening, and the peach blossoms are broken. In this bleak scene, people's hearts can't help but be sad. The morning breeze dried the tears last night. When I want to write down my thoughts, I can't. I can only lean on the diagonal and call you away from my heart. Talking to yourself in a low voice, I hope you can hear me. Difficult, difficult, difficult.

This time is different from the past, so far away, I am also seriously ill, just like Qiu Qiansuo. The night wind is biting and the whole body is cold. Listening to the horn in the distance, I felt a chill in my heart. When the night is over, I will be like this night soon, right? Afraid of being asked, I held back my tears and forced a smile in front of others. Hide, hide, hide.

3. "The hut was broken by the autumn wind"

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.

The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches.

In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!

There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world very happy! The wind and rain are calm as a mountain. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!

In late August and autumn, the wind roared and swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew across Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch floats and sinks into ponds and depressions.

A group of children in Nancun bullied me, so they had the heart to be "thieves" to grab things face to face and run into the bamboo forest with thatch in their arms. I'm thirsty and I can't stop drinking. When I came back, I sighed alone on crutches. After a while, the wind stopped and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. In late autumn, the sky becomes dark and foggy.

This cloth has been covered for years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture is not good and the quilt is torn. When it rains, the roof leaks, and there is no dry place at home. The rain on the roof keeps leaking down like hemp thread. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I haven't slept much. The nights are long, and the house leaks when it rains. How can I stay until dawn!

How can we make thousands of spacious and tall houses generally shelter the poor scholars in the world and make them smile! As safe as a mountain. Alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? At that time, even if my hut is blown down by the autumn wind, I will willingly freeze to death myself!

4. "Mulan Ci, Antique Juejue Ci, Friends of Cambodia"

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

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 dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain.

More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.

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.

Just like Tang He, you and I swore a life-and-death oath in the Palace of Eternal Life, but we finally said goodbye. Even so, we don't have any 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.

5. The Sorrow of Bronze Camels

Tang Dynasty: Li He

Down and out in March, looking for flowers to go to the Lord Who writes a song to send the spring, Luoan sad bronze camel.

There are many passengers in the south of the bridge, and the ancients are spared in the north. A guest who drinks a glass of wine will make him sad for a thousand years.

Don't waste this life, the wind blows a candle. Tired of seeing peach trees laughing and bronze camels crying at night.

Frustrated and hesitant, it was in late March and spring. I looked at the flowers and wandered to the boss. Who will write a song to bid farewell to spring? Let me write down the sadness of the bronze camel on the shore of Luoshui. The south of the bridge is full of riders, and there are many ancient tombs on the north mountain. Tourists drink all the wine in the cup, but the bronze camel laments the Millennium changes.

You don't have to work hard for fame and fortune in this world. Life is short, like the wind blowing out the candles on the plate. Bronze camels have no intention of enjoying the blooming peach blossoms. At night, it is crying for the shortness of life.