What does it mean in the Book of Poetry that the mountains have Jiahui, and the chestnuts wait for

Jiahui : Beautiful flowers and trees. Wait: Wait.

April is summer in April, and summer is in June. Ancestor bandits, Junin forbearance?

Autumn is bleak, and flowers are blooming. Messy and miserable, ridicule its suitability?

The winter eyes are fierce, and the wind is blowing. The people are not in the valley, I am alone!

There are Jiahui in the mountains, Hou Li and Hou Mei. Waste is a thief, I don't know what it is!

The spring water is clear and turbid. I'm causing trouble every day, and I'm in the valley of clouds?

The surging Jianghan, the era of the southern country. Do your best, rather I have it?

Bandit Quail Kite, Han Fei Day! Bandits and bandits, absconding in the abyss!

There are ferns in the mountains, and there are berries in the mountains. The gentleman sings and mourns.

Notes: An indignant poem in which the villain was framed by the villain and was driven south. One said that the king of Thorn You was corrupt during his reign, and the kingdom caused trouble, and the grievances were prosperous.

徂 (coarse, two tones): To. Hu Ning forbearance: How can you bear me to suffer this disaster. Phi (sound fertilizer): Plants and trees wither. 瘼 (音mo): disease; Sufferings.

Jiahui : Beautiful flowers and trees.

Waste: Habit. It's big.

The surging rivers and Hans, the chronicles of the southern country: the rivers, the Han, the great waters of the southern country, the discipline of the rivers, so that they are not stagnant. Yes: Tongyou, blind date.

Quail (sound group): Tong Ying. Carve. 桋 (音夷): Wooden name. Neem.

Appreciation] The title of this poem has been quite controversial in the past and has not been conclusive. He called himself a gentleman, and in the poem, he indignantly told that he had done his best for state affairs, and used the Jiang Han of "The Chronicle of the Southern Kingdom" as a metaphor for being an important role in the country. But now he is exiled to Jiangnan, with no home to return to, and endless disasters.

Therefore, he hated himself for not being a bird or a fish, otherwise he would have gone up to the sky and fled to the abyss. In this helplessness, he could only express his sorrow in poetry.

The poem is in eight chapters. The first three chapters describe his expulsion in early summer, through autumn and winter, and being alone; Chapter 4 illustrates that he has not been victimized in a parable. Chapter 5 laments his sad future; Chapter 6: Seeing Grievances for Loyalty to Oneself; Chapter 7 Hates Yourself for Having No Plan to Escape; Chapter 8 describes the purpose of the poem.

Good trees and flowers are full of Yamakuma, and there are both chestnut trees and plums.

Jiahui : Beautiful flowers and trees. Wait: Wait.

There are beautiful trees and flowers on the mountain, and there are chestnut trees and plum blossoms that change with the seasons.

The high mountains are full of precious flowers, including chestnut trees and plum trees. Now that the branches and leaves have fallen and the flowers have withered, I don't know whose sin it is.

There are beautiful flowers in the mountains, and "Hou Li and Plum" is from "The Book of Poetry April".

Originally written in April Visha, signed in June. Ancestor bandits, Junin forbearance?

Autumn is bleak, and flowers are blooming. Is it chaotic and detached, but what is the right place to go?

The winter sun is scorching and the wind is blowing. The people are not in the valley, I am alone!

There are Jiahui in the mountains, Hou Li and Hou Mei. Waste is a thief, I don't know what it is!

The spring water is clear and turbid. I'm causing trouble every day, and I'm in the valley of clouds?

The surging Jianghan, the era of the southern country. Do your best, rather I have it?

Bandit Quail Kite, Han Fei Day! Bandits and bandits fled into the abyss.

There are ferns in the mountains, and there are berries in the mountains. The gentleman sings and mourns.

Translation: April begins in the early summer season, and the scorching heat arrives in June. I hated that my ancestors were not good people, how could they bear to let me suffer calamity?

The wind of this late autumn was bleak and cold, and the flowers and trees withered or withered. I am deeply saddened by such a great calamity, and I have to be at peace when I have to survive?

Winter is so bitter and so merciless, howling and blowing this violent cold wind. Everyone in the world has a good life, why am I the only one who suffers this misfortune?

The high mountains are full of precious flowers, including chestnut trees and plum trees. Now that the branches and leaves have fallen and the flowers have withered, I don't know whose sin it is.

Look at the bubbling mountain spring water, sometimes it is crystal clear and sometimes it becomes turbid. I am lonely and suffer this calamity every day, who knows when I will be able to reap the good results?

The surging Yangtze River and Han River tightly envelop a rich and beautiful southern country. I do my best to do my job, why can't those in power treat me well?

I am neither a eagle nor an owl, and I cannot fly straight into the heavens like them. I'm not a fish or a tuna, and I can't escape from the abyss like them.

Bracken and weeds grow in the high mountains, and wolfberry neem grows in the low-lying wetlands. I don't know why I wrote this poem to express the sorrow and pity in my heart.