"Bodhisattva Man·Startled Dream" original text: Orchid boudoir Solitary turn over early, night to touch how much sorrow. The bottom of the matter is too embarrassing, I am shocked at dawn and dream of death. Where can I find a conscripted man? There was no news for six years. When I woke up, I remembered the time when I said goodbye to Yi, and my clothes were full of tears. In the boudoir, I lie down early in the loneliness. How many worries can make me excited at night? What was so unbearable that the scene in the dream made me feel terrified. Where could her husband go to find him? It had been six years without any news. When she woke up, she recalled the time when she parted with him, and her tears flowed down her face until her clothes were soaked. While waiting for the TV series, he could also read the exciting content related to this site!
Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man" original text: The mountains overlap with the golden light, and the clouds on the temples want to spend the fragrance of snow on the cheeks. I'm too lazy to get up and paint my crescent eyebrows. I'm too late to make up and wash up. The front and back mirrors reflect the flowers, and the faces of the flowers reflect each other. The new thread is embroidered with silk, and the golden partridges are in pairs. The hills overlapped, and the morning sun shone, either bright or extinguished. The hair at the temples drifted across the white cheeks like snow. I'm too lazy to get up and draw my eyebrows, tidy up my clothes, wash up, and take my time. She looked at the newly inserted flowers in the front mirror and the back mirror. The red flowers and her face reflected each other. The silk dress she had just put on was embroidered with pairs of golden partridges. Xin Qiji's "Bodhisattva Man·Book Jiangxi Maokou Wall" original text: Yugutai under the Qingjiang water, in the middle of how many pedestrians tears. Looking at Chang 'an from the northwest, I pity the countless mountains. The green mountains couldn't block it, after all, it was flowing eastward. The river is full of sorrow at night, and the partridges are heard in the deep mountains. The Gan River below Yugutai flowed eastward, and the tears of the refugees flowed in the river. Looking northwest at the capital from Yugutai, it was a pity that it was covered by green mountains and could not see anything. However, the Green Mountain could not stop the river from flowing eastward. In the evening, I was full of sorrow by the river when I heard the cry of partridges coming from the mountains. Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man·Everyone says Jiangnan is good" original text: Everyone says Jiangnan is good, tourists only meet Jiangnan old. The spring water is as green as the sky, and the painted boat sleeps in the rain. The man beside the loessial house looks like the moon, and the white wrist is covered with frost and snow. Don't go back to your hometown before you're old, and you'll be heartbroken when you go back. Everyone said that Jiangnan was good, so that tourists only wanted to stay in Jiangnan until they grew old. The river water in spring was limpid and greener than the blue sky. One could even fall asleep on the painted boat while listening to the rain outside. The woman selling wine by the Jiangnan wine lodgings was incomparably beautiful. When she was selling wine, she lifted her sleeves to scoop up the wine, revealing a wrist as white as frost and snow. Don't go back to your hometown before you get old, or you'll regret it when you return because of the war in your hometown. Chairman Mao's "Bodhisattva Man·Da Bai Di" original text: Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, who is holding a colorful dance in the air? After the rain, the sun set again, and the mountains were covered with clouds. In those years, the battle was fierce, and the village wall in front of the cave was shot. Decorate this mountain pass, it looks better today. (As the reference materials did not provide a translation of Chairman Mao's term, it is temporarily not available.)
The original text of Bodhisattva Man II: Everyone said that Jiangnan was good, and tourists only lived in Jiangnan. The spring water is as green as the sky, and the painted boat sleeps in the rain. The man beside the loessial house looks like the moon, and the white wrist is covered with frost and snow. Don't go back to your hometown before you're old, and you'll be heartbroken when you go back. Translator: Everyone said that Jiangnan was good. Wanderers who came here should only slowly grow old in Jiangnan. In spring, the river water was clearer and greener than the blue sky, and one could even fall asleep listening to the rain in a painted boat. The woman selling wine in Jiangnan Restaurant was extremely beautiful. When she filled the wine with wine, her arms were as white as snow. Don't go back to your hometown when you're still young. You'll definitely be heartbroken when you return to your hometown.
The original text of Gao Guanguo's "Bodhisattva Man·Spring Wind Blows Green Grass by the Lake" read: "Spring Wind Blows Green Grass by the Lake, Spring Light Still Leaves the Lake." Jade rope brocade barrier mud, young people play smelting time. Smoke bright flowers like embroidery, and drunk flag pavilion wine. The slanting sun shines on the west side of the flower, and the crow crows cry outside." In the early spring, the grass sprouted new buds. The lakeside road was full of spring, no different from the past spring. He recalled how unforgettable it was when he rode a BMW when he was young. The lakeside was sunny in early spring, and the red flowers on the shore seemed to be embroidered on the light silk. He decided to get drunk in this restaurant. He fell into a long memory in the flag pavilion and only woke up from his thoughts when the crow crowed. At this time, the sun had already set. Gao Guanguo's "Bodhisattva Man, Why Must You Urgently Blowing Clouds and Dusk" original text: "Why must you urgently blow clouds and Dusk, cold and cold open gold cake." If I don't go upstairs tonight, I'll pass autumn in a year. Osmanthus fragrance fog cold, parasol leaves west wind shadow. Drunken guests lean on the river bridge, clear light sad jade flute." Why rush to play the wind pipe to blow away the clouds? The cold moon in the high sky gradually rises. If he didn't climb the tall building to admire the moon tonight, he would have missed autumn for nothing. Osmanthus flowers emitted a fragrance in the cold fog, and the parasol leaves swayed in the west wind. The guests leaned against the river bridge after they were drunk, and the sound of the jade flute added to their sorrow under the cold moonlight.
Li Qingzhao's "Dreaming Order: Chang Ji Xi Ting Ri Wu" was originally written as "Chang Ji Xi Ting Ri Wu, intoxicated and unable to return." I returned to the boat late at night and mistakenly entered the depths of lotus flowers. Fight to cross, fight to cross, startle a pool of gulls and herons." It should be that I often think of an outing. Once I play, it will be dusk, and I will be immersed in it and don't want to go home. He only returned by boat when he lost interest, but he lost his way and entered the depths of the lotus pond. How could he row the boat out? He accidentally startled a flock of gulls and herons. Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream: Last Night's Rain and Wind" was originally written as "Last night's Rain and Wind, a deep sleep will not stop the wine." The Curtain Rollers said Haitang was still the same. Do you know, do you know? It should be green fat red thin." Although the rain was sparse last night, the wind was blowing non-stop. After a good night's sleep, he was still drunk. He asked the maid who was rolling up the curtains about the situation outside, but she said that the crabapple flowers were still the same as yesterday. Did you know? At this time of year, the green leaves should be lush and the red flowers should have withered. The original text of Mao Tse-tung's New Year's Day was "Ninghua, Qingliu, Guihua, the road is narrow and the forest is deep and slippery." Where to go today, to the foot of Wuyi Mountain. At the foot of the mountain, the wind spreads the red flag like a painting." Ninghua, Qingliu, Guihua three counties, the road is dangerous and narrow, the forest is deep and dark, the moss is smooth. Where are we going today? At the foot of the mountain, at the foot of the mountain, the red flag was like a picture in the wind.
Dream of Jiangnan original text: wash up, alone against Wangjiang Tower. After the end of the thousand sails are not, the setting sun pulse water leisurely. my heart breaks on White Pine Island. Dream Jiangnan Translator: Full of hope, dressed up, leaning on the railing alone, climbing the tall building. Thousands of boats passed by, but they were not the people in their hearts. The setting sun was setting, the setting sun was gentle, and the river was flowing. My heart is broken, and I can't bear to look back on the White Apple Island in the river. Dream of Jiangnan original text and translation: wash up, alone Wangjiang Tower. After the end of the thousand sails are not, the setting sun pulse water leisurely. my heart breaks on White Pine Island. Full of hope, dressed up meticulously, and climbed the tall building alone. Thousands of boats passed by, but they were not the people in their hearts. The setting sun was setting, the setting sun was gentle, and the river was flowing. My heart is broken, and I can't bear to look back on the White Apple Island in the river. Wen Tingyun's "Dream of Jiangnan" originally said,"After washing up, I lean alone on the Wangjiang Tower." After the end of the thousand sails are not, the setting sun pulse water leisurely. I'm heartbroken." It translated to " Full of hope, dressed up, leaning on the railing alone, climbing the tall building. Thousands of boats passed by, but they were not the people in their hearts. The setting sun was setting, the setting sun was gentle, and the river was flowing. My heart is broken, I can't bear to look back at the White Apple Island in the river." This poem expressed the poet's yearning and disappointment for Jiangnan. It described the state of mind when he climbed up the mountain to look at the river and his expectations for the passing ships. At the same time, it also revealed the sad mood of heartbreak.
According to Su Shi's "Bodhisattva Man Palindromic","Falling flowers idle courtyard spring shirt thin, thin shirt spring courtyard idle flowers fall." The day is late, hate Yiyi, Yiyi hate the day is late. Dream back oriole tongue play, play tongue oriole back dream. If you ask, you'll be ashamed. If you're ashamed, you'll ask." For example, the translation is as follows: During the falling flowers, there was a young woman dressed in thin clothes in the empty courtyard. A young woman wearing thin clothes was looking at the falling flowers in the open space of the courtyard. In the next few days, sorrow rose in his heart, and the sorrow of attachment and reluctance to part delayed day by day. When he woke up, he could only hear the oriole singing. The singing oriole was so tired that it returned to sleep. When the person who brought the letter asked about it, the young woman shyly lowered her head. The shy young woman asked someone to bring her a reply. (Note: There are works by different authors in the Bodhisattva Man palindromic. Here, only Su Shi's palindromic is used as an example to give the translation content.)
Li Qingzhao's "Ru Meng Ling·Chang Ji Xi Ting Sunset" original text: Chang Ji Xi Ting Sunset, intoxicated do not know the way back. I returned to the boat late at night and mistakenly entered the depths of lotus flowers. Fight to cross, fight to cross, startled a pool of gulls and egrets. Note: The pavilion is a pavilion by the stream. Intoxication means intoxication. Excitement means satisfaction. Lotus flower is lotus flower. Fighting for crossing is how to row the boat out. Fighting is what it is. I often remember playing in the pavilion by the stream until the sun was already setting, indulging in the beautiful scenery and forgetting the way home. After the banquet was over, he returned by boat and accidentally entered the depths of the lotus flower. Try to row the boat out! Pacing the boat out with all his might! The sound of rowing startled a flock of gulls and herons. Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream Order. Last night's rain and wind suddenly" original text: Last night's rain and wind suddenly, strong sleep can not be residual wine. The Curtain Rollers said Haitang was still the same. Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red, thin. Note: Rain sparse wind suddenly refers to the sparse raindrops, the wind blowing rapidly; strong sleep but not residual wine means that a good night's sleep could not eliminate the remaining drunkenness. Strong sleep is a good sleep, and residual wine is the drunkenness that has not dissipated. Last night the rain was sparse and the wind was blowing fast. A night of sleep could not eliminate my drunkenness. I asked the handmaiden who rolled up the curtains about the situation outside. She said that the begonia flowers were still the same as yesterday. Do you know, do you know? It should be the season when the green leaves flourished and the red flowers withered. Qin Guan's "Dream of the Night, Deep as Water" originally said: The night was as deep as water, and the wind was tight. Dream broken mouse peep lamp, frost sent dawn cold invasion. Sleepless, sleepless, horses neighing outside the door and people getting up. Note: The distant night is a long night; the post pavilion was set up beside the official road in ancient times to facilitate the emissaries who delivered official documents and the officials who came and went to rest and change horses halfway; The dream was broken when the dream was awakened; Peeping is peeping in a secluded place, and the rat peeping at the lamp is saying that the hungry rat wants to steal the soybean oil in the lamp; Invasion is pointed into the bed; No sleep is unable to sleep. The night was long and the surroundings were as quiet as water. The north wind blew, and the post pavilion was locked. I woke up from my sleep and saw a mouse peeping under the oil lamp. The cold wind and frost brought in the morning, and one could feel it through the blanket. Just as he wanted to sleep but couldn't, a horse neighed outside the door.
Li Qingzhao had two songs,"Like a Dream". The original text and translation are as follows: **"Like a Dream Order, Always Remembering Sunset in the Stream Pavilion"** - Original text: often remember the stream pavilion sunset, intoxicated do not know the way back. I returned to the boat late at night and mistakenly entered the depths of lotus flowers. Fight to cross, fight to cross, startled a pool of gulls and egrets. - I often remember an outing, playing in a pavilion by the stream until dusk, intoxicated in it and didn't want to go home. He only returned by boat when he lost interest, but he accidentally rowed into the depths of the lotus pond. How could he row the boat out? He rowed, rowed, and accidentally startled a flock of gulls and herons. ** Like a Dream: Last Night's Rain and Wind ** - Last night's rain was sparse and the wind was sudden. I slept soundly without drinking. The Curtain Rollers said Haitang was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red, thin. - Although the rain was sparse last night, the wind was blowing very fast. After sleeping for a night, the drunkenness had not completely disappeared. I asked the maid how Haitang was, but she said that Haitang was still the same as before. Did you know? Did you know? It should be lush green leaves and withered red flowers. The novel "Listening to the Rain in Green Bamboo and Watching the Egrets" is equally wonderful. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
The moon is slanting, the poem is thin, and the wind is scattering the fragrance of ink flowers. Translator: Mr Voltaire Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations The moon gradually moved from the window. The owner of the house, Shi Meng, was just in time. The breeze blew away the ink fragrance on the ink painting. The first verse depicted the dream through vision, and the second verse conveyed the fragrance of books through smell. The study full of poetry and painting was the master's ideal world. "The Crane Drinks the Spring Breeze" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!