The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. ?
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. (Xiqiao I left: west end)
Translation:
The bright moon on the horizon rose to the treetops, scaring the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to bring cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year.
There are light clouds in the sky, twinkling stars appear from time to time, and it is raining in front of the mountain. The familiar Maodian hut is still located in the Woods near the Earth Temple. Turning a corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of us.
2, "Qingpingle Village Residence" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji (fifth grade)
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
Translation:
The eaves of the hut are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Wu dialect, slightly drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is that old man with white hair? The eldest son hoes beans, and the second son is busy knitting chicken coops. My favorite is the rogue's youngest son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off newly picked lotus flowers.
3, "Bodhisattva Man, Sichuan and Jiangxi as a Mouth Wall" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji (sixth grade)
How many pedestrians shed tears in the middle of Qingjiang River in Yugutai. Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains.
Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains. (Yu Yu Zuo Yi: Yu Yu)
Translation:
How many pedestrians' tears are there in the Ganjiang River water on the Yugur platform? I look up at Chang 'an in the northwest, but unfortunately I only see countless green hills. But how can Qingshan stop the river? After all, the river will still flow eastward. As the sun sets, I am full of sadness and hear the chirping of partridges in the mountains.
Extended data:
Xin Qiji devoted his whole life to the recovery of the motherland and praised himself for his achievements, but his fate was ill-fated and his ambition was hard to pay. However, his belief in restoring the Central Plains has never wavered. Instead, I put all my passion, concern and anxiety about the rise and fall of the country and the fate of the nation into poetry. The artistic style of his ci is diverse, mainly bold and unconstrained, with a gloomy and heroic style, but there is no lack of delicacy and femininity.
His ci has a wide range of themes, expressing patriotic enthusiasm for restoring national unity with allusions, pouring out grief and indignation, and condemning the humiliation and peace of the rulers at that time. There are also many works that praise the rivers and mountains of the motherland. There are more than 600 words, including Jia Ji and Short Sentences, which have been handed down from generation to generation.
Yong He Le Jing Kou Gu Beiting Nostalgia Song: Xin Qiji
It is difficult to find a hero like Sun Quan after the history of the country. Dancing in the pavilion, singing on the platform, wind and rain always blow away romantic feelings. The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived. Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground!
However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou. Looking back, there was a crow club drum under the beaver temple. Who will ask, how is Lian Po's appetite when he is old?
Translation:
Throughout the ages, it is difficult to find a hero like Sun Quan. In those days, the dance pavilion and singing platform were still there, but the heroes had already disappeared with the passage of time. The setting sun shone in an ordinary alley covered with grass trees. People say that this is the place where Emperor Wu of Song once lived.
Looking back, he led the Northern Expedition to recover lost ground. However, Liu Yilong, the son of Emperor Wu of Song, was overjoyed and eager for the Northern Expedition. However, Emperor Tuoba Tao of the Northern Wei Dynasty took the opportunity to send troops to the south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, where he was badly hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years. Looking at the Central Plains, I still remember the war scenes on Yangzhou Road.
How can you turn around? At that time, there were sacrifices outside Tuoba GUI Palace, crows pecked at the sacrifices, and people lived in groups and only worshipped him as a god. Who else will ask, does Lian Po have a good appetite when he is old?
Jade Case Yuan Song: Xin Qiji
Thousands of trees bloom at night in the East. It blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Moth, snow, willow, golden thread. The laughter faded away. Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Translation:
Just as the east wind blows away thousands of trees and flowers, it also blows fireworks like rain. The luxurious carriage is full of fragrance. The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the moon like a jade pot gradually tilted westward, and the fish dragon lantern danced all night.
The beautiful woman wears bright ornaments on her head and walks with the crowd, smiling and smelling. I looked for her a thousand times in the crowd, and suddenly I turned around and there she was, but I accidentally found her in the scattered light.