Ancient translation of tears, ancient poems about tears

Silkworm Song] Zhang Yu

Yesterday into the city,

Returned with tears in my eyes. ④

Those who are all over Luo Qi are not silkworm breeders.

Notes] Silkworm (C2N) woman – a woman who raises silkworms. The silk spit out by silkworms, an insect, is an important textile raw material, mainly used to weave silk.

Zhang Yu (y*) – Song Dynasty poet. The year of birth and death is unknown. Words are less foolish. A native of Pi (0) County, Yizhou (today's Pi County, Sichuan Province). In his later years, he lived in seclusion in Qingcheng Mountain in Sichuan, and called himself Mr. Baiyun. He is the author of "White Cloud Collection".

City - to buy and sell, to buy and sell goods. This refers to the sale of silk.

Towel – Hand towel or other small piece of cloth used to wipe it.

All over the body – all over the body.

Luo Qi (Q!—A general term for silk fabrics. Luo, plain light color or thin texture of silk fabrics. Qi, silk fabrics with patterns or patterns. In the poem, it refers to clothes made of silk.

Commentary] A woman who lives in the countryside and raises silkworms for a living went to the city yesterday to catch the market and ** silk. When she returned, she was in tears, and her tears of sadness even soaked her handkerchief. Because she saw in the city that the people who wore beautiful silk clothes all over their bodies were not silkworm farmers who worked hard like her!

Appreciation] Zhang Yu's poetry works are not many, but this poem "Silkworm Woman" has made him occupy a place on the big stage of classical Chinese poetry. Written during the Northern Song Dynasty, "The Silkworm Woman" is full of satire and criticism of the society at that time. At that time, the feudal court, while wasting excessively, also compromised with foreign enemies, which further burdened the people, and the people's lives were miserable.

It is against this backdrop that the poet describes the plight of an ordinary woman who toils all day, does not go to the city often, and has been raising silkworms and selling silk in the poor countryside. The whole poem is like telling a story: the woman went into the city yesterday to sell silk, and when she came back, she wept bitterly.

Because she saw that the people in the city who wore silk clothes were all powerful and rich. Working people like her, even if they raise silkworms for a lifetime, they are not capable of wearing the ...... of "Luo Qi".This poem exposes the unreasonable reality of the rulers getting something for nothing, and it is extremely convincing. There is no word of commentary in the whole poem, nor does it use any profound associations, but between the lines, the reader can easily feel the actual meaning of the poem and experience the poet's thoughts and feelings.

The ancient poem fully shows the author's dissatisfaction with the society at that time and expresses his deep sympathy for the working people.

Tears were splashed when I felt it.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

The expressive writing is full of thousands of years, not that lovers don't shed tears.

There were tears on the flying bridge outside the clouds, and the white stone of Qingxi was pale.

The sound of geese goes half with the sound of the waves, and the shadow of the pond is completely empty, and the shadow of the sun hangs.

After washing the green mountains and spring, I am suspicious of the immortals.

He should carry the crane of the Hengjiang River and put the horse on the west slope of the two mountains.

A curtain of spring rain covers the sky, and the evening green cries tears.

This year's monarch is in the smoke and water, who is he in the east of the bridge?

Fang Ling brocade mattress fragrant Qi dream. The grass pond is windy.

Xinhai wept Lan without a word, and Xiaolou sent each other into the twilight smoke.

The red face guards the red building, and the red pink tears flow empty.

Looking at the autumn breeze alone, the small garden sat at a different time.

The layers of yin geese are exhausted in spring, and the old branches are late in the month.

Dream re-found this night, empty and tearless is Ekuma.

I know that life and death are often changing, and the new green is in vain.

Last night's three watches of wine, Pingming two feet cold.

He woke up from a dream and said tears.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

The wine entered the bowels and turned into lovesick tears.

Returning Jun Mingzhu to tears, why not meet when you are not married.

Tears were splashed when I felt it.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

The expressive writing is full of thousands of years, not that lovers don't shed tears.

There were tears on the flying bridge outside the clouds, and the white stone of Qingxi was pale.

The sound of geese goes half with the sound of the waves, and the shadow of the pond is completely empty, and the shadow of the sun hangs.

After washing the green mountains and spring, I am suspicious of the immortals.

He should carry the crane of the Hengjiang River and put the horse on the west slope of the two mountains.

A curtain of spring rain covers the sky, and the evening green cries tears.

This year's monarch is in the smoke and water, who is he in the east of the bridge?

Fang Ling brocade mattress fragrant Qi dream. The grass pond is windy.

Xinhai wept Lan without a word, and Xiaolou sent each other into the twilight smoke.

The red face guards the red building, and the red pink tears flow empty.

Looking at the autumn breeze alone, the small garden sat at a different time.

The layers of yin geese are exhausted in spring, and the old branches are late in the month.

Dream re-found this night, empty and tearless is Ekuma.

I know that life and death are often changing, and the new green is in vain.

Last night's three watches of wine, Pingming two feet cold.

He woke up from a dream and said tears.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

The wine entered the bowels and turned into lovesick tears.

Returning Jun Mingzhu to tears, why not meet when you are not married.

Tie my heart all my life, and bear you a thousand tears. --Liu yong.