Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? (Good Scene 1: Beautiful Scenes)
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After autumn, cicadas are so sad and in a hurry. Facing the pavilion, it was at night and a sudden rain had just stopped. Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start. Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat.
Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn. It's been a long time since I left each other, and people who love each other are no longer together. I think even if we meet fine weather and beautiful scenery, it just seems like nothing. Even if it is full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?
2. "Drunken flowers, misty clouds, never worry."
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. (Chu Tong: Kitchen)
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
The mist is diffuse, the clouds are dense, the days are dull, and the borneol in the golden beast incense burner is dazzling. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and I'm lying in a jade pillow bedstead. The chill in the middle of the night has just soaked my whole body.
I drank until dusk in Dongli, and the fragrance of Huang Ju overflowed my sleeve. Don't say clear autumn doesn't hurt people. The west wind rolls a bead curtain, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the yellow flowers.
3. Nankezi Mingshan Yunyinchong
Song Dynasty: Wang Yan
The mountains are dark and cloudy, and the weather is cold and rainy. Several branches were bright and wet, and they were red with tears. Don't feel sorry for the east wind.
The hat faces outwards and ditches are everywhere. Hard work is a problem concerning agriculture, countryside and farmers. Get a plow and look forward to a good year.
Clouds are dense, mountains are dark, and it rains in Mao Mao. On the flowers, water vapor condenses into crystal drops, like tears in the eyes of girls, which is very loving. Farmers wearing bamboo hats set out early every morning, and their footprints covered muddy ditches and ridges in the fields. Spring ploughing, spring planting and autumn harvest are the three hardest seasons for farmers in a year.
4. "Klang Ganzhou, sprinkle river rain"
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the surging Yangtze River flows eastward silently. ?
Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sighing where these years have gone, why do you have to stay in a strange land for a long time? I want beautiful women to dress up, miss a few times, and return home. Know me, lean against the railing, I'm worried!
Facing the drizzly dusk, the rain fell from the sky on the river, and autumn scenery was particularly cold after some rain washing. The bleak frost wind is as tight as a moment, and the mountains and rivers are barren and depressed, and the afterglow of the sunset shines on the tall buildings.
Everywhere, the red flowers wither, the green leaves wither, and all the beautiful scenery gradually fades. Only the surging Yangtze River flows eastward quietly. I can't bear to climb high and look far, looking at my hometown in the distance, and my desire to go home is hard to put away.
Sighing where these years have gone, why have you stayed in a foreign land for a long time? Thinking about beauty, I looked up at the gorgeous upstairs, and how many times I mistook the boat from afar for the boat that my sweetheart came home. How could she know that I was leaning against the railing, and my mind was so deep?
5.pure silver
Song dynasty: Zhu bian
Guanhe all the way around the yellow sand, evil wind blocking willow.
There are no butterflies in the flowers, but crows are hidden in the grass.
Poetry is poor, Mo You is like the sea, wine is thin, and it is difficult to dream of hometown.
What happened to Dongfeng? You should only urge me to go to the temple!
The long Guanhe River flows south around the vast sand dunes, and the miserable cold wind blows on several crooked willows outside the Great Wall. The rustling wild flowers are still cold dew, but there are no dancing butterflies, only a few crows hiding in the grass.
After writing a poem, I can't finish my homesickness. I drank two sips of light wine and wanted to have a dream of going home. I woke up in my dream without waiting for the wine to go home. Why did the spring breeze come to such a desolate place? It can only produce beautiful hair on my temples.