Author Yang Wanli? Song dynasty
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Vernacular translation:
Spring is silent because it can't stand the thin water flow, and the shade reflects the water because it loves sunny days and the softness of the wind.
The delicate little lotus leaf just emerged from the sharp corner of the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stood on it early.
2. Bamboo stone
Author Zheng Xie? Ching Dynasty
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Vernacular translation:
Firmly adhere to the castle peak and not relax, originally deeply rooted in the crevices.
After many trials and tribulations, the bones are still strong and can blow the east and west and the north and south winds.
3. Cold chrysanthemum/painted chrysanthemum
Author Zheng Sixiao? Song dynasty
Flowers can't bloom, and independent fences are not poor.
It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.
Vernacular translation:
You bloom in autumn and never accompany flowers. Alone by the sparse fence, your sentiment and interest have not diminished.
I would rather die in the branches than in the cold north wind!
4. What do you see?
Author Yuan Mei? Ching Dynasty
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
Vernacular translation:
The shepherd boy rode on the back of the cow, and the loud song echoed in the forest.
Suddenly, I wanted to catch the cicada in singing in the trees, so I stopped singing and stood quietly by the tree.
5, Huanxisha, who reads the west wind alone?
Author Nalan Xingde? Ching Dynasty
Who reads the west wind alone?
The rustling yellow leaves closed the window.
Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea.
At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
Vernacular translation:
The autumn wind blows cold, who misses that lonely feeling? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past. Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want.