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"Ten Wishes and Ten Sorrows" of "Leisure Fu".

Tao Yuanming. I am willing to be in the clothes and take the collar and inherit the Yu Fang of the head of China; The sorrowful night is gone, and the autumn night is not young.

I am willing to wear it as a belt, and bind the slender body; Sigh the strange air of warmth and coolness, or get rid of the old and take the new.

I am willing to be in the hair, and brush the temples on the shoulders; The sorrowful beauty is repeatedly bathed, and it is fried from white water.

I am willing to be Dai in my eyebrows, and I will look at it with my eyes; The sorrowful fat powder is still fresh, or it may be destroyed in makeup.

I am willing to sit in Dongguan and be weak in the third autumn; The generation of grief and Wenyin, after years of seeking.

Willing to be in the silk and for the shoes, the attachment is enough to circulate; The sad deeds stopped in moderation, and the empty commission was abandoned in front of the bed.

May it be a shadow in the daytime, and always follow the form and the west and the east; The shade of the tall trees is sometimes different.

May it be a candle at night, and shine on the jade on the two wings; The sorrowful light of Fusang is dying, and the scene is hidden.

I am willing to be a fan in bamboo, with a soft grip; The morning of the sad white dew is zero, and the sleeves are in remembrance.

I wish to be a papier in the wood, and a harp on the lap; Sadness and joy came and sorrow, and finally pushed me and dropped out.

Annotation - I would like to be the collar of your fancy dress, so that I can always smell the lingering fragrance of your hairline.

However, you need to change your clothes every night, why is this autumn night so long.

I would like to wear a belt on your long skirt, so that I can gently pull your waist every day.

However, you always have to change out of the long skirt.

If I can get close to your hair, I would like to be the ointment on the green silk, moisturizing every one of your long hair.

However, the beauty is like this, bathing every day, and I will always pass away with the flowing water.

If I can get close to your willow eyebrows, I would like to be the green daisy on the eyebrows, so that you can shine with your expectations.

However, when the fat powder is still fresh, you will wash it off, and I will no longer exist.

If I were a bunch of reeds, I would like to be a mat to carry your delicate body to sleep.

However, if the summer goes to the winter solstice, I want to see you, and I need to wait for a full year.

If I were a silk thread, I would like to be your embroidered shoes, wrapping your feet every day and running with you.

But when you go to bed every night, you will still leave me at the bedside.

I would like to be your shadow in the daytime, with your body and things.

However, the leaves are so thick that sometimes I disappear.

I would like to be your red candle at night, warming your beautiful cheeks.

However, the curtain hanging in front of the bed always blocked my light from time to time.

If I were a piece of bamboo, I would like to be a folding fan in your hand and be held by your warm little hand.

However, as soon as autumn is approaching, I will be taken in your sleeve and will not be seen.

If I were a piece of paulownia wood, I would like to be the yaoqin on your lap, with you the mountains and rivers.

Even if I bend to the sad place, you will still gently push me away.

From Tao Yuanming's "Leisure Fu".

I am willing to be in the clothes and take the collar and inherit the Yu Fang of the head of China; The sorrowful night is gone, and the autumn night is not young.

I am willing to wear it as a belt, and bind the slender body; Sigh the strange air of warmth and coolness, or get rid of the old and take the new.

I am willing to be in the hair, and brush the temples on the shoulders; The sorrowful beauty is repeatedly bathed, and it is fried from white water.

I am willing to be Dai in my eyebrows, and I will look at it with my eyes; The sorrowful fat powder is still fresh, or it may be destroyed in makeup.

I am willing to sit in Dongguan and be weak in the third autumn; The generation of grief and Wenyin, after years of seeking.

Willing to be in the silk and for the shoes, the attachment is enough to circulate; The sad deeds stopped in moderation, and the empty commission was abandoned in front of the bed.

May it be a shadow in the daytime, and always follow the form and the west and the east; The shade of the tall trees is sometimes different.

May it be a candle at night, and shine on the jade on the two wings; The sorrowful light of Fusang is dying, and the scene is hidden.