The flowers and trees on both sides of Xiangjiang River are deep, and the beauty is not worried. Original _ Translation and Appreciation

The flowers and trees on both sides of Xiangjiang River are deep, and the beauty is not worried. -Lu Tong in the Tang Dynasty "Thinking" The flowers and trees on both sides of the Xiangjiang River are deep, and the beauty is not worried. At that time, I was intoxicated with the beauty family, and the beauty was as beautiful as a flower.

today, the beauty abandoned me, and the brothel is full of pearls and foil.

Tianya Juanjuan Heng E month, 3528 surplus and lack.

emerald green eyebrows and cicadas are separated from each other.

how many miles is a broken heart?

I was drunk in Wushan Cloud in my dream, and I felt tears dripping from Xiangjiang River.

If you are sad, you will play the green lute, and if you turn up the string, you will never know your friend.

a beauty is a beauty, but I don't know if it's a sunset rain or a morning cloud.

I miss plum blossoms all night, and suddenly I go to the window and wonder if it's you. Love notes are thoughtful: the name of Han Yuefu's Song of Ode is named after the first sentence "Thinking". Write a woman's hesitation when she wants to break up with her lover; It is said that when it is combined with Shangxie, it is a word of question and answer between men and women, and later generations write poems on this topic and write more about men and women's love affairs.

brothel: a luxurious and exquisite building, often referring to the residence of a beauty.

bead foil: that is, bead curtain.

Heng E: Chang 'e.

Cuimei and cicada temples: both refer to beauty. Cui Mei, use dark green snail to draw eyebrows. Cicada temples, a hairstyle of ancient women, look as ethereal as cicada wings, so clouds. A brief analysis of the exquisite language of poetry, euphemistic and beautiful; Interesting and meaningful, full of emotion. On the surface, it is about deep love, but in fact it is to express the poet's ideals and express his own thoughts. Lu Tong Tó ng Xing (about 795-835) was a poet of the Tang Dynasty, a Han nationality, and a direct descendant of Lu Zhaolin, one of the "four outstanding men in the early Tang Dynasty". Originally from Fan Yang (now Zhuozhou City, Hebei Province), he was born in Wushan Town, Jiyuan City, Henan Province (now Sili Village). In his early years, he retired from Shaoshi Mountain and named himself Yuchuanzi. He studied hard, read a lot of classics and history, and worked hard on poetry and prose, unwilling to be an official. Later moved to Luoyang. Poor family, only a few broken houses. But he studied hard and his home was full of books. He has a good personality, quite like Meng Jiao; However, there is a heroic spirit in its introspective nature, which is similar to Han Yu's. He is one of the important figures of Han Meng's poetry school.

I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River, Lu Tong, where maple-leaves and full-grown rushes rustled in the autumn. High-rise buildings can't be drunk, and they are lonely and cold. The spring mountain on the river is far away, and the clouds are long under the mountain. The Yellow River falls to the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes in his mind. The rivers and lakes travel many dangerous wind wave, worry your ship is capsized and sank. Now, I am on the Weibei alone to the spring trees, and you in the south east of the sun, the sunset cloud, the sky each side, can only miss. Qian Shan has a vast sky, and Chengjiang has a clear moon. But I look toward home, and twilight grows dark There was a mist hanging over the river, bringing deep melancholy to the people. The river overflows, and chickens crow and dogs bark all over the city. The Dongjiang River in Dongting is in the west, and the curtain is still and the sunset is late. How many pedestrians shed tears in the middle of the Qingjiang River in Yugu Platform? Rivers and seas do not choose small streams, so they can be deep; There was a gust of autumn wind blowing on the river, and the fallen flowers on the river bank floated down in the evening sky. When spring comes, the sun rises from the surface of the river, and the flowers on the river are brighter than red, the green river green more than blue grass. Where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness.