What to read, and he has a word that I saw on an ancient poem

霡霂, pronounced: màimù

Interpretation: Book "Xiaoyu" (according to the "Modern Chinese Dictionary".

霡霂 (mài mù) is light rain. "Erya Shitian": "The light rain is called the mist. "Xia" "Sayings.

As "霢". "Saying": "Haze, light rain also." Duan Yu commented: "Misting, Mingmeng's words." ”

The Book of Poetry, Xiaoya, Gu Fengzhishi, Xinnan Mountain

Xinbi Nanshan, Weiyudian. Great-grandson Tian Zhi. I am in Xinjiang, and I am in charge of the south and east.

Heaven and clouds. Rain and snow are thunderbolts, and they benefit from mist and thunder. Both excellent and sufficient. Give birth to me a hundred grains.

The wings of the frontier are wings, and the millet is yu. The great-grandson's rice is thought to be wine and food. I am a corpse, and I will live for 10,000 years.

There is a house in Zhongtian, and there are melons in Xinjiang. It is to peel and dedicate the emperor to the ancestors. Great-grandson Shou Kao, by the heavens.

Sake is offered. From the peony, enjoy the ancestral examination. Hold its luan knife to open its hair and take its blood.

It's a pleasure, a fenfen. Worship Kong Ming.

The ancestors are emperors. Reciprocate. Longevity without borders!

Shake Tingqiu, don't come to the news.

Dynasty: Song Dynasty.

Don't come to the news, it's hard to send it. The blue yarn autumn moon, the night rain of the sycamore, several times sleepless.

The building is high and the eyes are broken, the sky is far away and the clouds are dark, and it is only haggard. Reading the red candle of Lantang, the heart is long and short, and tears are weeping to people.

Translations. I am used to seeing the spring flowers and autumn moon in the blue screen window, and I am tired of listening to the night rain of the sycamore beating the hearts of lovesick people, and how many times I have been sleepless all night.

She climbed the tall building and looked at it, the world was sparse, the clouds were dense, and there was no trace of leaving people, which made people even more sad and haggard. What a pity! The red candle burning in the hall is long and short in the empty heart, and there are drops of bitter tears of lovesickness.

Exegesis. Bisha: that is, Bisha kitchen. Mosquito nets made of green yarn.

Sycamore Night Rain: Summarize the words of Wen Tingyun's "More Leaks": "Sycamore trees, three more rains, do not leave the love and are bitter. A leaf, a sound, the empty steps drip to the light. ”

Sleeplessness: Insomnia.

Eye-breaking: Looking to the end, not seeing.

Haggard: emaciated and languishing.

Nian Lantang Red Candle: Think of the red candle in the fragrant and elegant room.

The heart is long and the flame is short: although the wick is long, the candle flame is short. The metaphor is more than enough but not enough.

Weeping at someone: Weeping at someone (wax tears). Late Tang Du Mu's "Farewell": "The candle has the heart to say goodbye, and weeps for others until dawn." ”

The prosperous mountains are hungry and they are all right" chanted and sang in a low voice. Together, longitudinal, comic and horizontal. Laughing.

Joy is like a life to tell sorrows and joys. Intricately linked. Throughout the world.

Looking forward to lingering in this bizarre wind and snow. Rebuke the Dust. Let me break the halberd for you.

The world is in turmoil. When the flowers are gone, you and I will be well.

You and I should know that no one in this world will be waiting for someone forever. You leave.

I. Walk away. Someday, I'm going to go against you, you go up here, take a look, on the 12th floor...

Couplet: Singing and singing to watch the wind and clouds, laughing at the common people === If you want to tell the sorrows and joys of your life, you are inextricably linked to the world.

The couplet sings lightly, sings lowly, views the wind and clouds, combines the vertical and horizontal, laughs and laughs, and the joy of life is like a life of sorrow and joy, and there are thousands of threads throughout the world.