The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the cool breeze came to send the cool autumn.
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For a lifetime, a pair of people I look for you in my dreams. Deep love, shallow fate, helpless Love lasts forever, and it is hard to part.
Of course, I can help you translate a poem! The following is a possible translation: "Moored at Niushui, Recalling the Past" yang Wanli At night, there are no clouds in the blue sky. Climbing high, it is magnificent. The vast river between heaven and earth does not return. Yellow clouds, thousands of miles of wind, white waves, nine flowing snow mountains. Far away from the Heavenly Lake, the fireworks in March fell in Yangzhou. Here, the phrase " Climbing high to look at the vast river between heaven and earth without returning " could be translated as " Climbing high to look at the vast river between heaven and earth without returning." " Yangzhou in March with fireworks " could also be translated as " Yangzhou in March with fireworks to experience the prosperity of the city." If you need anything else, please let me know!
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An example of a sentence with the word "Mo" in ancient poetry is as follows: The flowers on the road can slowly return. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty,"Fu De Gu Yuan Cao Farewell" 2. The spring breeze is ten miles long, and the road to Yangzhou is rolled up with a bead curtain. Tang Dynasty Du Mu's "Farewell" 3. Green Tree Village and Green Mountain. Tang Dynasty Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Stork Tower" The mountain is heavy and the water is heavy. There is no way out. There is another village in the dark. Lu You of the Tang Dynasty,"Traveling to the West Village" 5. Clear water produces hibiscus and naturally decorates it. Tang Dynasty Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Stork Tower" These sentences were very beautiful and tactful in expressing the longing for nature, life, and hometown.
The word "smell" in the enlightenment poem was vivid in expressing the joy and intoxication of the poet when he returned, and also hinted at the poet's intoxication and perception of the plum blossom fragrance. Through the word " sniff ", readers can feel the poet's mood when he returned, and feel the poet's intoxication with the fragrance of plum blossoms. This emotion and the poet's state of mind blended together to form the vivid part of this poem.
Okay, here's a nice four-word poem title: "Dreaming in Tianlao, Singing Parting" This name was a combination of Tianmu Mountain and Li Bai's poem," Dreaming of Tianmu Mountain, Singing Farewell ", which read," Tianmu Mountain is facing the sky, and its momentum is pulling out the five peaks and rubbing the Beidou." A slogan that could be used as the title of a book emphasized the difficulties and challenges that the protagonist of the novel encountered in the process of climbing Tianmu Mountain.
This poem was from the " Song of Burying Flowers " in " Dream of the Red Chamber ". It described Lin Daiyu's feelings and emotions when she buried the flowers. The original text was as follows: Lin Daiyu, Lin Daiyu, buried flowers, sang and buried flowers. Flowers wither, flowers fly, the sky is red, the fragrance disappears, who can pity? The gossamer gently hangs on the spring pavilion, and the falling catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtains. In the boudoir, the daughter cherishes the sorrow of spring and evening, and has no place to release it. Hand hoe out of the embroidered curtain, bear to step on the fallen flowers to come and go. Willow silk and elm pod are fragrant and beautiful, regardless of peaches floating and Li Fei; Peach and plum blossoms bloom again next year, who knows who will be in my boudoir next year? In March, the fragrant nest has been built. The swallows between the beams are too heartless! Next year, although the flowers can be pecked, but no one will leave the beam empty nest. Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword, the sword When will the bright and beautiful beauty drift away, hard to find? Flowers bloom, easy to see, difficult to find, in front of the steps, worrying about killing the person who buried the flower I lean on my hoe alone, tears streaming down my face, blood on the branches above. The cuckoo is speechless, at dusk, carrying a hoe and returning to close the heavy door; The blue lamp shines on the wall, and the man is sleeping. Cold rain knocks on the window, and the quilt is not warm. Why do you blame me? half for pity and half for vexation. Love spring suddenly to anger suddenly to go to, but also silent to go not heard. Last night's sad song outside the court was the soul of flowers and birds? Flower soul, bird soul is always difficult to stay, birds are silent, flowers are ashamed; May I have wings today and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky. Where is the fragrant mound at the end of the sky? It's better to put away the beautiful bones in a brocade bag and cover the romantic atmosphere with a handful of pure land. The quality of the original clean to clean, but also clean to go, but also strong than the mud into the ditch. Now that you're dead, I don't know when I'll be buried. I'm burying flowers now, people laugh at me for being silly. Who will bury me in another year? Look at the fading flowers in spring, when beauty dies of old age; Once spring is over, the beauty and the old flowers fall, and the people die without knowing it!
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