Ancient poems must have authors for all poems, and there must be authors for poems

Wang Wei's "Bamboo Pavilion".

The original text is as follows: Sitting alone in the secluded fence, playing the piano and roaring. People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures.

Translation: I sat alone in the deep bamboo forest, playing the piano and singing loudly. No one knew that I was in the depths of the bamboo forest, only the bright moon shining quietly.

Li Bai "Listening to the Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night".

The original text is as follows: Whose jade flute flies secretly, scattering the old stupid limbs into the spring breeze all over Los Angeles. In this nocturne, I heard the willows, who did not serve the world and the hometown.

Translation: Whose courtyard is the faint sound of the jade flute? Blend into the spring breeze and float all over the ancient city of Luoyang. Hearing the music of "Folding Willows" on the night of the guest house, who can not give birth to the deep affection of nostalgia for their hometown?

Cen Shen "Every Envoy to Beijing".

The original text is as follows: The old garden looks east of the road for a long time, and the two-sleeved dragon bell is not dry. Immediately meet without paper and pen, and report peace with the words of the king.

Translation: Looking eastward at the Chang'an homeland, the road is far away, and the homesick tears wet the sleeves and blur the face. There is no paper and pen to meet in a hurry, I just ask you to report the safety of my family.

Han Yu's "Late Spring".

The original text is as follows: The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple fight Fangfei. Yang Huayu pod has no talent, but the solution is to make snow fly all over the sky.

Translation: Spring will soon return, flowers and trees are trying to save spring, so they compete for beauty, and the world is full of purples and reds. Poor Yang Huayu money, there is no gorgeous appearance, only flying in the sky, like pieces of snowflakes.

Remembering feelings, and then still full.

The sunny look of the face stepped on this strange and.

A road full of hope. You're fine.

The flowers are not blooming, and the independent sparse hedge is endlessly interesting.

I'd rather die with incense on the branches, and how could he have blown down in the north wind.

The meaning in ancient poetry exists in ancient poetry. Love words in ancient poems:

01 Yiyan drinks and grows old with his son.

Qin Se is in the palace, and it is good to be quiet.

The Book of Poetry: The Female Chicken Crows

Time is not old, accompanied by you, three or five small wines, small fights, and a happy life, but that's it.

I believe that when there is time accompanied by love, we will all have a love for the first time, and we will keep each other gently and obsessively!

02 Hating the king is not like Jiang Louyue, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, only with each other and no separation.

Lu Benzhong's "Picking Mulberries".

The moon is ruthless, because people are intentional.

It's hateful that you are not like the bright moon hanging high on the riverside, no matter how people wander around, the bright moon is not separated from people.

I can't tell why I love you, but I know that you're the reason I don't love anyone else.

03, Silk Salary, Samsung is in the sky.

What day and night, see this beloved?

The Book of Poetry: Preparation

What kind of fairy night is tonight, I actually saw you, and my heart is really happy.

One day you will meet a person who is as colorful as a rainbow, and from now on, everyone else will be just a hurried floating cloud.

04, no tea, no food, no words, blindly for him to be haggard.

Shu prostitute "Queqiao Immortal, Say the Alliance and Say the Oath".

He didn't eat, he didn't speak, he was blindly haggard just for him.

It's angry, it's coquettish, maybe, it's both, it's Xun Mingyou!

It feels so good.,It's so cute to be angry.,It's very happy to be liked by such a girl.。