1, The country is broken, the grass is deep in the spring. The flowers of the time of feeling are spattered with tears, and the birds of the air are frightened of parting. The fire of the beacon is three months away, and the letter of home is worth ten thousand gold. The white head is shorter than ever, and I wish I could not win the hairpin. --From the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's "Spring Hope"
Interpretation in vernacular language: Chang'an has fallen, the country is broken, but only the mountains and rivers remain the same; spring has come, and the grass and trees in the sparsely populated Chang'an City are thick and dense. The birds' chirping is so alarming that it adds to the sadness and hatred of parting. Continuous war has been extended for more than half a year, the letter of home is rare, a letter is worth tens of thousands of taels of gold. The sadness is entangled, scratching the head to think, white hair shorter and shorter to scratch, simply can not insert hairpins.
2, the light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea to think about my hometown. --From the Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts"
Interpretation in vernacular: The bright moonlight sprinkled on the windowpane in front of the bed, as if a layer of frost on the ground. I can't help but raise my head to look at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I can't help but bow my head in contemplation, remembering my faraway hometown.
3, alone in a foreign land is a foreigner, every festive season doubly homesick. I know from afar where my brothers are climbing up to the top of the mountain, and there are fewer dogwoods to be found. --From the Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei, "September 9 Memories of Shandong Brothers"
Interpretation in the vernacular: Alone and far from home can not be reunited with their families, every Chongyang Festival doubly miss their loved ones in distant places. I think of my brothers who are wearing cornelian cherry blossoms on their way up to the mountains, and I feel sorry for them because they are missing me.
4, who has a jade flute dark flying sound, scattered into the spring breeze full of Luo Cheng.? I heard the broken willow in the song this night, who can't afford the love of the old garden. --From the Tang Dynasty: Li Bai, "Hearing the Flute in Rock City on a Spring Night"
Interpretation in vernacular language: Whose exquisite flute secretly emits a melodious flute sound. With the spring breeze fluttering, it spreads all over the city of Luoyang. Just tonight in the song, hearing the hometown's "Folding the Willow", which person's homesickness will not be born as a result?
5, the hometown east looking at the road is long, two sleeves dragon bell tears not dry.? I have no pen and paper to meet you on the horse, so I will pass the word to you to report peace.
This is from the Tang Dynasty: Cen Sen's From the Envoy to the Capital
The vernacular interpretation: Looking east at the hometown, the journey is long and far, and the tears are wet on both sleeves, but they are still flowing continuously. I have no pen and paper to meet you on the horse, so please tell my family that I am safe and sound.