Cinnamon? Jinling nostalgia
Wang Anshi
This is the late autumn in the ancient country, and the weather is very early. Thousands of miles are like a river, like clusters of Qingfeng. Sailing towards the sunset, leaning against the west wind and leaning against the wine flag. The colorful boat is cloudy, and the Milky Way heron rises, which is difficult to draw.
Miss the past and compete in prosperity. Sighing outside the door, sadness and hatred continue. Throughout the ages, depending on the level, share weal and woe. The past of the Six Dynasties flowed with the water, and the cold smoke faded the grass. Today, business women are still singing, and "backyard" is a heritage.
Vernacular translation
I boarded the tower and looked from a distance. It was late autumn in Jinling, the capital city, and the weather had become cool. Thousands of miles into a river like white practice, Qingfeng stands in front like an arrow cluster. Sailboats shuttled back and forth in the sunset, the west wind rose, and oblique wine flags fluttered in the small streets. The original painting is like a light cloud floating, and the egret is like a milky way flying. It is difficult for Dan Qing's wonderful pen to describe this magnificent scenery.
Looking back, how magnificent Jinling, the ancient capital, was. Alas, in the attic outside the rosefinch gate, the monarchs of the Six Dynasties fell one after another. Since ancient times, many people have climbed here to reminisce about the past, and they are all sad for the honor and disgrace of past dynasties. The past of the Six Dynasties has faded away with the flowing water, leaving only cold smoke and bleak green grass. Today, business women still sing the legacy of backyard flowers from time to time.