Maybe it s me who wrote a poem 5

The title is my self-inflicted amorous or peacock opening. You can't give me love, why give me a chance, let me fall in love with you, no hope, no result of love is what I want and you can't give, you can't afford what I give, you can't afford what I want, so, I'm still me, you're still you.

The concubine's body is like a falling flower, and the king's heart is like flowing water.

Since ancient times, there has been affection and empty hatred, and this hatred has no end

The moon is cold and thousands of mountains, the cold river is blue, and only the shadow goes to whom.

1, "Su Musha: Nostalgia" Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan.

Original text: blue clouds, yellow leaves. The autumn colors are continuous, and the waves are cold and smoky.

The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky receives water. The grass is ruthless, and it is even more outside the sun.

The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts. Unless night and night, good dreams leave people to sleep.

The bright moon building is high and rests alone. The wine entered the bowels and turned into lovesick tears.

Translation: The blue sky with blue clouds, the earth with yellow leaves, and the autumn scenery connect the water waves in the river, and the waves are filled with green and cold smoke. The mountains reflect the slanting sun, and the blue sky connects with the river. The grass is ignorant of human feelings, and it stretches until the sunset does not shine on the horizon.

Silently missing his hometown is sad, and the sorrow of the haunting person is difficult to dispel, unless he dreams every night to get a moment of comfort. I don't want to lean on a tall building alone on a bright moonlit night and look into the distance, so I can only frequently pour bitter wine into my sad intestines and turn it into lovesick tears.

2, "Qing Poetry Chronicle" Qing Dynasty: Qian Zhonglian.

Original text: I originally turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch.

The falling flowers intentionally follow the flowing water, and the flowing water has no intention of falling flowers.

Translation: Originally, I dedicated all my heart to Mingyue, but Mingyue didn't care, but alone shone on the ditch without intuition. The falling flowers are intentionally together with the flowing water, but the flowing water does not care about the falling flowers.

3, "Dotting the Lips and Thinking of the Girl" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao.

Original text: Lonely and deep, soft intestines are sorrowful. Cherish the spring and go. A few points to urge the rain of flowers.

Leaning all over the gan, but there is no emotion. Where are the people. Even the sky is declining, and the way back is cut off.

Translation: In the twilight of spring, the boundless loneliness in the boudoir is surging like a tide, but this inch of soft intestines must accommodate thousands of sorrows. The more you cherish spring, the easier it is for spring to pass, and the sound of the rain is urging the red, and also urging the footsteps of spring to return.

In this lonely twilight spring, leaning on every inch of lovesickness, even if the spring is so good, there is no emotion. Ask softly, "Where are you, my beloved?" "There is only the endless withered grass in front of me, spreading the path that the beloved must pass.

4, "Nian Nujiao, Chibi Nostalgia" Song Dynasty: Su Shi.

Original text: The old country is in a fugue, and I should laugh at me if I am amorous, and I was born early.

Life is like a dream, and one is still in the moon.

Translation: I am in the battlefield today, and it is ridiculous that I am sentimental and prematurely grow a full head of gray hair. Life is like a dream, raise the wine glass to worship the bright moon of eternity.

5, "Butterfly Love Flowers, Spring Scene" Song Dynasty: Su Shi.

Original text: The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds.

There is little willow blowing on the branches. There is no grass at the end of the world!

Swing inside the wall, outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laugh inside the wall.

The laughter faded into silence. Amorous but ruthlessly annoyed.

Translation: Spring is coming to an end, the flowers are withering, and the apricot trees are already bearing green fruits. Swallows fly across the sky, and clear rivers surround the villages. The catkins on the willow branches have been blown less and less, but don't worry, lush grass can be seen everywhere.

Inside the wall, there was a girl swinging, and the girl's beautiful laughter could be heard by pedestrians outside the wall. Slowly, the laughter inside the fence was inaudible, and the pedestrians were lost, as if their amorous selves had been hurt by a ruthless girl.