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If you are alone in the humble room, you will only be left with coldness and desertion, so desolation, misery, and sorrow will come together. When it is hot and cold in late autumn, it is most difficult to recuperate. Drink a few glasses of light thin wine, how can you withstand the big and urgent cold wind at night.

When I was sad, the wild goose that passed the book flew over, but it turned out to be a previous acquaintance. The ground was full of scattered yellow flowers, haggard and withered, and no one was interested in picking them. Stay by the window, lonely, how to survive until dark!

The drizzle hit the sycamores and continued to fall until dusk, and the drizzle still made a little sound. This kind of situation, how can a word of sorrow be summed up!

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shēnɡ shēnɡ màn·xún xún mì mì sòng dài：lǐ qīng zhào

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao.

xúnxún-mìmì，lěnglěng-qīngqīng，qīqī-cǎncǎn-qīqī。

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable.

zhà-nuǎn-huán-hán——shíhòu，zuì-nán-jiāng-xī。

When it is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to rest.

sān-bēi-liǎng-zhǎn——dàn-jiǔ ，zěn-dí-tā、wǎn-lái-fēng-jí。

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy, and the wind is in a hurry at night.

yàn-guò-yě ，zhèng-shāng-xīn，què-shì——jiù-shí-xiāng-shí。

The geese have passed and are sad, but Brother Dan is an old acquaintance.

mǎn-dì-huáng-huā-duījī。qiáo-cuì——sǔn, rú-jīn-yǒu-shuí-kān-zhāi？

Yellowfare flowers are piled up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who can pick it up now?

shǒu-zhe-chuāng-ér, dú-zì-zěn-shēng-dé-hēi 。

Guarding the window, how can I be born alone before the eggplant.

wú-tóng-gèng-jiān-xì-yǔ, dào-huáng-hūn,diǎn-diǎn-dī-dī。

Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit.

zhè-cì-dì， zěn-yí-gè-chóu-zì-liǎo-de 。

This time, what a sad word.

Shengsheng slow translation:

I searched hard, but I saw that it was cold and lonely, how could it not make people miserable and sad. When it is warm and cold, it is most difficult to maintain and rest. Drinking three glasses of two glasses of light wine, how can you withstand the cold wind in the morning? A line of geese flew in front of me, which was even more sad, because they were all old acquaintances.

The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled up all over the ground, and they are all haggard, who else will pick them now? Guarding the window in the desert, how can you stay up until dark alone? The sycamore leaves are drizzling with drizzle, and by dusk, it is still dripping. How can such a scene be ended with the word "sorrow"!

The original text and translation are as follows:

Original text: Searching and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy, and the wind is in a hurry at night. The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now! Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark! Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word.

Translation: I am alone in the humble room and I have lost my search, but everything in the past has been lost in the turmoil, and I will never be able to find it. There is only a deserted environment in front of you; This kind of environment caused a sentimentality in the heart, so that the feelings of desolation, misery, and sorrow came together, which was painful and unbearable. Especially in autumn, when it is hot or cold, it is most difficult to maintain.

A few glasses of thin wine in the gut of sorrow could not withstand the cold wind and chill of the night at all. Looking at the sky, but seeing a line of wild goose words passing by, I recalled that in the words sent to my husband Zhao Mingcheng in the past, I had imagined that the wild goose foot passed the book and exchanged messages, but now that my husband is dead, there is no one to send the letter, so I saw the north goose coming south, thinking of the words in the word, the wild goose is already an old acquaintance, and I feel sad.

The ground is full of scattered yellow flowers, haggard and withered, and now who can pick them with me (say, what is there to pick)! Guarding the window all day long, lonely, how easy to get into the dark! By dusk, it was drizzling again, and little by little, drop by drop, fell on the sycamore leaves, making a heartbreaking sound.

This kind of situation, how can the word "sorrow" be exhausted!