I. Winter Solstice

Tang Du Fu

Year to year the day long for the guest, suddenly poor sorrow mud murder!

The river describes me as old alone, and the customs of the sky are close to each other.

After the snowy day, I was at the Dan Gully, and the jade was scattered in the morning.

There is not a single inch in my heart that I can't find, and I'm not sure where to look at Sanqin.

Translation:

Every year at the winter solstice, a family, a guest in a foreign land, living in poverty. Although the scenery on the river is good, the only one who is gradually aging. After a long time, even the scenery of these foreign lands, but also feel the same as the hometown. After the snow, leaning on the staff quinoa, facing the ravine, remembered with the sound of the Peiyu to the court, scattered after leaving the Palace of the past. At this point, the heart of infinite sadness, suddenly feel confused about the road ahead, where to see the three Qin.

2, Tesha line

Song - Ouyang Xiu

Waiting for the Museum of the plum residue, the stream bridge willows fine, the grass lavender wind warm shaking the levy bridle.

The sorrows of separation are far away and endless, and the distance is as long as the spring water.

They are the most important thing in the world, and they are the most important thing in the world.

The spring mountains are at the end of the plains, and the pedestrians are even beyond the spring mountains.

Translation:

The plum blossoms in front of the guest house have already withered, and the newborn willow by the stream bridge hangs gently, and the spring wind treads on the grass, and the far traveler jumps on the horse and whips. The farther away you go, the less you have to worry about, like the water of the Spring River that goes on and on. Inches of tenderness breaks, lines of surplus flow of pink tears, do not climb the high building to look into the distance to lean on the railing. The end of the flat grass is the heavy spring mountains, pedestrians are still in the heavy spring mountains outside.

Three, Qingming

Tang Du Mu

The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Where can I find a tavern? The shepherd boy points to the village of apricot blossoms.

Translation:

The rain falls in droves at the time of the Qingming Festival in Jiangnan, and the pedestrians on the road all want to break their souls.

Ask the local people where they can buy wine to drown their sorrows. The pastor smiled but did not answer and pointed to the apricot blossom mountain village.

Four, Daling Temple Peach Blossom

Tang - Bai Juyi

The human April fragrance is over, the peach blossom in the mountain temple began to bloom.

I hate to find no place to return to in spring, but I don't know where to turn to.

Translation:

In the month of April on earth, all the flowers have withered away, but the peach blossoms in the ancient temples in the high mountains have just bloomed.

I am often disappointed at the loss of springtime, but I do not know that it has already come here.

Fifth, I live in the early summer nap

Song Yang Wanli

Plums stay sour and soft teeth, bananas share green and window screen.

The day is long, and I have no feelings, but I watch the children catching willow flowers.

Translation:

Plums have a very sour flavor, and after eating them, the residual acidity still remains between the teeth; plantains are growing, and the green shade is reflected on the window screen. Spring and summer, day long people tired, get up after a nap, emotional boredom, idly watching the children play catch the air flying willow flakes.