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Original text: Yan Ge Xing two songs, one of them.

Author] Cao Pi [Dynasty] Wei.

Translation comparison. The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the grass and trees shake and fall into frost.

The group of swallows resigned to the south of the bird, and read the gentleman and the guest to think about it.

Thinking of returning to his hometown, Jun sent him to imitate filial piety for drowning.

The cheap concubine kept the empty room, and the worries came to Sijun and did not dare to forget, and he didn't feel tears staining his clothes.

The strings of the piano are cleared, and the short song cannot be long.

The bright moon shines on my bed, and the stars and Han flow west at night.

Morning glory and weaver girl looked at each other from afar, and they couldn't live up to the river beam.

Translation: The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, the grass and trees are blown off by the wind, and the white dew is frosty. The swallows resigned, and the swans flew south.

I miss my lover who travels far away, and my liver and intestines are broken. Thinking about rushing and missing my hometown. Why did you drown in others.

The concubine is lonely and empty in the boudoir, and when she is sad, she misses the gentleman, I can't forget it. Before I knew it, tears were falling and my clothes were wet.

took the guqin, plucked the strings, but let out a trace of complaint. I was so sad that I could only sing short songs with a hurry, and I couldn't sing long songs with long tunes. The bright moonlight shone on my empty bed, and the stars flowed westward, and I was worried about the long night.

Morning glory and weaver girl, look at each other from afar, what kind of sin do you have, blocked by the heavenly river.

Appreciation: The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, the grass and trees are shaken and the dew is frost, and the swallows return to the south. (Hu Nanxiang a work:

Yan Nanxiang) read the gentleman's travels and thinks about breaking his bowels, and thinks of returning to his hometown, why do you drown and send it to others? The concubine guards the empty room, and the sorrow is not forgotten, and the clothes are stained with tears.

The strings of the piano are cleared, and the short song cannot be long. The bright moon shines on my bed, and the stars and Han flow west at night. Morning glory and weaver girl looked at each other from afar, and they couldn't live up to the river beam.

This is the first of two songs in Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing". "Yan Ge Xing" is a Yuefu title, which belongs to the "Ping Tune Song" in "Xianghe Song", which is similar to "Qi Zhen Xing" and "Wu Xing", which are all tunes that reflect the life of their respective regions and have the best characteristics of their respective regions.

1. Two Yan Ge Songs, one of them.

The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the grass and trees shake and fall into frost. The swallows resigned to the south?

Thinking of the gentleman and the guest is broken, and the gentleman is thinking about returning to his hometown, and the gentleman is drowned and sent to others?

The cheap concubine kept the empty room, and she didn't dare to forget it, and she didn't feel that her clothes were stained with tears.

The strings of the piano are cleared, and the short song cannot be long.

The bright moon shines on my bed, and the stars and Han flow west at night.

Morning glory and weaver girl looked at each other from afar, and they couldn't live up to the river beam.

2, Yan Ge Xing two songs, the second.

It is not easy to do goodbye, and the mountains and rivers are long and the road is long.

Yu Tao Sijun didn't dare to speak, and he didn't return it.

The face of the rain is ruined, who can be sad and not sigh.

Exhibit poems and songs, look up to self-indulgence, and mourn to destroy the lungs and liver.

Geng Geng couldn't sleep, and he went out of the house in his clothes.

Looking up at the stars and the moon and watching the clouds, the morning song of the flying pigeon is pitiful, and it can't be saved.