The poems with red beans are as follows:

1, Wen Tingjun of the Tang Dynasty, "Jiuquanzi - Ribbons of Fragrance"

Originally, "Ribbons of Fragrance" is still tied with the red beans of the time of parting. Tear marks are new, golden strands are old, breaking the intestines of separation.

A pair of delicate swallows is still talking about last year's season. The green poplar is thick, the grass is resting, and the willow flowers are wild.

Translation: The ribbons bring fragrance, and are still tied with the beans of love that were sent to me when we parted. The golden thread has long been worn out but the tear marks are always new, it is hard to continue the broken hearted sorrow. A pair of delicate swallows, murmuring in the beams and eaves, just like last year when we were in love. The color of spring is more green, the fragrance of spring grass is very quiet, the fluttering willow flakes accompanied by my sadness.

2. Nalan Seide of the Qing Dynasty wrote "Raccoon Creek Sand - Lotus Leakage - Three Candles and Half a Bar"

Original text: Lotus Leakage - Three Candles and Half a Bar, Apricot Blossom - Wet Red Raw Material in Light Rain. I'm not sure if I can remember the red beans, but I'm sure I'll remember the red beans.

The colors of spring are already as thick as wine, and the return date is like a tidal wave. The first thing I want to do is to get out of the house, and I want to get out of the house, and I want to get out of the house.

Translation: The night is already deep, silently waiting for the candles in tears, the spring drizzle is wetting the red flowers little by little, the red beans sent from the south of the country because of the sadness of parting incurred complaints.

Spring has passed a lot, that the heart of the person has not been like the tide to keep the appointment to return, stirring up in the night dreaming of his little heart, but can not be recruited into the dream.

3, Qing Dynasty Nalan Seide "Nanxiangzi - smoke warm rain early harvest"

Original text: Smoke warm rain early harvest, fall all the flowers small yard ghost. I picked a pair of red beans, bowed my head, and said that my tears were flowing secretly.

People are like spring break, goblet of wine once will be libation Shi You. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a boat, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a boat.

Translation: The rain has just cleared, and a warm mist rises in the distance. The flowers in the quiet garden have fallen. Reaching out and gently picking a pair of red beans, I lowered my head, remembering that we are separated by life and death, and I could not help but burst into tears.

People left like this past spring face is no longer, prosperous easy to lose. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. Even if there is a face of peach blossom, a flat boat, but also a kind of lovesickness two idle sorrows.