Original text and translation of "Plucking Wei (Excerpt)"

Original text: I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing. The journey is slow and full of thirst and hunger. My heart is sad, but I don’t know how sad I am! Translation: Recalling the time when we first set out for the war, the willow trees were still blowing in the wind. Now on the way back, heavy snow is flying all over the sky. The roads were muddy and difficult to walk on, and we were tired from hunger and thirst. Full of sadness and sorrow, who can understand my sorrow!

"Plucking Wei" is a poem in the "Book of Songs", the first collection of poems in ancient China. This poem is written in the tone of a returning soldier, singing about the hard life and longing for home of the soldiers in the army. These four excerpted lines describe the scenery and feelings of soldiers at two specific moments when they went on an expedition and when they survived today. The words are simple, the meaning is deep, and the scenes blend together. They are famous lines that are widely read in the "Book of Songs".

Full text of "Plucking Wei"

Plucking Wei, Wei also stops. It's said to be returned, it's said to be returned, and the years are endless. The reason why the house is so spacious and the house is so luxuriant is because of the wild beasts. Not to mention Qiju, because of the 烃狁. Picking weeds, picking weeds, the weeds are soft and soft. When I say return, I say return, and my heart also stops worrying. Worry is intense, hunger and thirst are present. Our garrison has not yet been decided, and the extravagant envoys have returned. Picking weeds and picking weeds, the weeds have just stopped. It is said to be returned, it is said to be returned, and the year is also the end of Yang. The king's affairs are extensive, and there is no need to leave the office. Worried and guilty, I can't do it.

What is Bierwei? The beauty of Weihua. Belushihe, a gentleman's chariot. The army and chariots are driven, and the four industries are done. How dare you settle down? Three victories in one month. He drove four horses, and the four horses raced. Gentlemen rely on them, villains rely on them. Four male wings, like fish-killing clothes. Isn't it the sun's warning, the wolf's hole and the thorn? I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing. The journey is slow and full of thirst and hunger. My heart is sad, but I don’t know how sad I am.