Sentences describing hakodate villas and outdoor scenes

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window.

It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.

Translation:

At night, my pillow froze. I was surprised. I saw the window lit up by the snow.

I know it snows heavily at night, because I can hear the sound of snow pressing bamboo branches from time to time.

2. Yangzhou Slow Huai Zuo Du Ming

Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui

Xi Chunbing applied to go to Japan and gave it to Wei Yang. At the beginning of the night snow, the wheat is looking forward to it. Entering the city, you will look around for depression, cold water is green, dusk is rising, and corners are sad. I feel sad from it and feel sorry for past lives, because I am watching this song. The old man in Yan Qian thinks there is a kind of sadness of "separation".

Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place with few saddles on the initial journey. Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green. Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees by the pool and still hated talking about soldiers. It's getting late and everything is empty. ?

It is not surprising that Du's reward is too heavy now. Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate. The 24th Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and Leng Yue is silent. After reading the red medicine by the bridge, who will you know every year?

Translation:

I passed Yangzhou on the winter solstice in the spring. It snows at night in Chuqing, and it's full of grass and wheat. Entering Yangzhou is a depression, the river is green and cold, the sky is getting late, and the bleak horn rings in the city. My heart is sad, feeling the changes of Yangzhou city in the past and present, so I wrote this song myself. Old man Yan Qian thinks that this word has the sad meaning of "millet separation".

Yangzhou has been a famous city on Huainan East Road since ancient times. There is a famous tourist attraction, Zhuxi Pavilion. When I first arrived in Yangzhou, I dismounted and stopped. At that time, the bustling streets stretched for ten miles in the spring breeze, but now buckwheat is green and lonely. Since the nomadic people invaded the Yangtze River valley, even abandoned ponds and ancient trees are disgusted to mention that hateful war again. Near dusk, the tragic horn sounded, echoing in this desolate and broken empty city.

Du Mu once praised you with beautiful poems, but if he comes back today, he will be surprised at your broken. Even with the exquisite lyrics of cardamom and the wonderful talent of singing the dream of a brothel, it is difficult to express the deep sadness at this moment. The 24th bridge is still intact. Under the bridge, the waves are rippling, and Leng Yue is lonely. I think the flowers and leaves in Shao Hong near the bridge are flourishing every year. I wonder who appreciates it every year and who lives for it?

Sitting in the village on a snowy night

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The light is on in the south window at the back, and the wind is very dark. Lonely and deep village night, the residual geese smell the snow.

Sitting on the back of the south window with the lights on, the wind is getting dark. Lonely night in the village, heard in the snow.

4. I feel old on a snowy night

Song dynasty: Lu you

Birch candles are fragrant in front of Jiangyue Pavilion, and the sound of carrying the load in Longmen Pavilion is long.

The ancient post office in Chaotian Mountain is 30% off, and the small town remains an isolated city.

I was thinking about pommel horse when I was late.

Green gold locks the dust Committee, and the snow sheds cold light and tears for several lines.

Translation:

When I went to Nanzheng that year, China candles in Jiangyue Pavilion gave off bursts of grease fragrance, and mules and horses on the plank road in Longmen Pavilion gave off long bells.

I once visited the ancient post in Chaotian Mountain and stayed in Gucheng County twice.

Although I am old, I still want to get on the horse and kill the enemy and run to the battlefield. How did I think of Tian Sang when I joined the army in Nanzheng Sanguan? Long-term unused green heavy artillery, chain mail is full of dust and sand. In the long cold night, the faint light is sprinkled on the snow, and sighs and tears fall line by line!

5. Dim fragrance, old moonlight

Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui

19 1 1 In winter, there was a snowy stone lake. After two months, I gave a simple sentence and a new voice, made these two songs, let Shi Hu play, and made the second prostitute Xi. The syllables were harmonious and beautiful, so I named them Dimfragrance and Thin Shadow.

How many times have you looked at me and played the flute in Bian Mei under the ancient moonlight? Arouse jade people and climb regardless of the cold. He Xun is old now, and he has forgotten the spring breeze. But the strange flowers are sparse outside the bamboo, and the fragrance is cold into the Yao mat.

Jiangguo is silent, sighing and far away, and the snow begins to accumulate at night. Cui Zunyi cried, and the red calyx was silent and nostalgic. Chang Ji once joined hands to crush thousands of trees, making the West Lake cold and blue. When can you see it again?

Translation:

19 1 1 In the winter of last year, I braved the heavy snow to visit Shihu lay man. The layman asked me to write new songs, so I wrote these two. Shi Hu laymen sang and admired, and taught musicians and geisha to practice singing with melodious rhythm. So it was named Dimfragrance and Thin Shadow.

In the past, the bright moonlight reflected on me many times, blowing the rhyme and harmony of the flute to plum blossoms. The sound of the flute aroused Jingjing to climb the plum blossom with me, regardless of the cold. Now I, like He Xun, have grown old, and I have forgotten the beautiful words like the spring breeze in the past. But to my surprise, the sparse plum blossoms outside the bamboo forest scattered Leng Xiang into a splendid banquet.

Jiangnan water town is silent again. I want to break the branches of plum blossoms and place my love for acacia. Alas, it's a long way, and a snow blocked the earth at night. I was holding a jade cup in my hand, and I couldn't help shedding sad tears and silently facing Hongmei.

That beautiful woman with broken plum blossoms floated into my memory. I will always remember the place where I went hand in hand. Thousands of Merlion are full of red plum blossoms, and the West Lake is full of cold waves. At the moment, Meilin is full of drifting away, blown away by the wind. When can I see the beauty of plum blossoms again?