1. The wind and bamboo strike the autumn rhyme in the middle of the night. A thousand leaves and a thousand voices are all hate.

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I don't know your distance after parting

I don't know your distance after parting. It's bleak and boring. Drifting away, there are no books, and the water is wide and the fish is heavy.

the wind and bamboo strike the autumn rhyme in the middle of the night. A thousand leaves and a thousand voices are all hate. Therefore, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream will not be a lamp and will burn.

Interpretation:

I wonder where you have been since we parted? Eyes and hearts are bleak and gloomy, giving birth to endless sorrow! You go further and further, and finally you lose the news; How wide the river is, and the fish swim deeply at the bottom. Where can I ask for your news? ?

Last night, the strong wind made the bamboo forest sound everywhere, conveying the rhythm of late autumn, and the sound of every leaf seemed to be complaining. I have a heart to lean on a single pillow, hoping to meet you in my dream, but unfortunately the dream can't be achieved, but the wick burns in the autumn wind.

2. When will Lang Jun arrive? I don't want to meet him since the beginning.

It's from Shi Naian's

There are hundreds of kinds of lovesickness, and when is it heartbroken? Swallow does not fly to spend and wither, a spring is thin strip of loose.

luckily, when will Lang Jun arrive? I don't want to meet him since the beginning. Just to make a good dream again awakened, the screen outside the sound of the sound of the sound.

Interpretation:

Since I left my hometown, I haven't heard from you, and there are thousands of kinds of lovesickness, which is heartbreaking. Swallows don't fly, flowers wither, and their clothes are loose in spring. When the ungrateful husband returns home, recalling the beginning, it is better not to meet. Just as I was about to have a good dream, I was awakened by the sound of warblers outside the screen window.

3. I think long and hate long, and I hate it until I return.

It's written by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty.

The Bianshui River, Sishui River, flows to Guazhou Gudutou. Wu Shan is a little sad.

I think for a long time and hate for a long time, and I hate it until I return. Yueming people lean on the building.

Interpretation:

The trend of thinking about missing her husband, like Bianshui and Surabaya, flows south until it reaches Guazhou Ferry, and the sorrow rises and falls like the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River. Miss, hate, where is the end? You won't stop until you come back. A bright moon shines in the sky, and I am leaning against the building and feeling sad alone.

4. It's useless to miss each other, and I regret meeting you at the beginning.

It's from Zhu Yizun's "Remembering the Youth in the Flying Season" in the Qing Dynasty.

In the flying season, there are weeping willows and alleys and Dongfeng courtyards. The heavy curtain is still the same as before, but the peeping curtain is far away.

Liang Shangyan, a singer at the bottom of the leaves, is full of bitterness. Acacia is useless, and I regret meeting you at the beginning.

Interpretation:

It's the season of falling flowers flying again. In the streets and lanes shaded by weeping willows, the east wind blows the courtyard. The heavy curtain is the same as before, but the person peeping in the curtain is far away from me. I still hear Oriole singing tactfully among the thick leaves, and there are still Yan whispers on the beam, and all of them have my grievances. Acacia is all useless, and I regret meeting it at the beginning.

5. A hundred herbs and a thousand flowers cold food road, whose tree is the fragrant car?

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tearful eyes leaning against the floor frequently speak alone. Tearful eyes yilou constantly self - speech, Shuang Yan Fei come, can meet him on the road? Chaos chunchou such as Catkin, dream to where to find him? (Yiyi Yizuo: Youyou)

Interpretation:

Where has he drifted like a flowing cloud these days? Forgot to go home, regardless of Fangchun's death. The cold food road is covered with wild grass and idle flowers. Whose tree is his horse and cart tied to? Tears depend on the floor constantly since the words, double swallow, can meet him on the road? Chaos and spring sorrow are like catkins. Where can I find him in my dream?