Don't listen to the translation of the whole poem

Dingfengbo (not listening to the sound of beating leaves in the forest) and its translation;

On March 3rd, it rained on Hu Sha Road, and the rain gear came first, so everyone in the same trade was in a mess and didn't feel anything. It has cleared up, so just pretend to be like this.

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Who is afraid that bamboo shoes are lighter than horses? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.

The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.

Full-text translation of Dingfengbo (without listening to the sound of beating leaves through the forest);

In the third year of Yuanfeng (1082), on March 7th, I was on my way to Husha Lake (southeast of Huanggang, Hubei15km) when I was caught in a rainstorm. Those who have rain gear go first, and the rest feel stuck, but I don't think so. Soon the weather cleared up, so I wrote this word.

Don't listen to the sound of wind and rain through trees and leaves. It doesn't matter. I still walk slowly while reciting poems. Wearing sandals and leaning on bamboo poles is easier than riding a horse and riding a car. Who is afraid of ups and downs? I ignored these, regardless of the misty rain, accompanied me all my life.

The cold spring breeze woke me up again and I felt a little cold. The mountains in the sunset came to meet me. Looking back, the place where I came in the rain was a depression, and when I came back, it was calm and there was no rain or shine.

Set up a storm (don't listen to the beating of leaves through the forest);

On March 3rd, it rained on Hu Sha Road, and the rain gear came first, so everyone in the same trade was in a mess and didn't feel anything. It has cleared up, so just pretend to be like this.

In the third year of Yuanfeng (1082), on March 7th, I was on my way to Husha Lake (southeast of Huanggang, Hubei15km) when I was caught in a rainstorm. Those who have rain gear go first, and the rest feel stuck, but I don't think so.

Soon the weather cleared up, so I wrote this word.

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Who is afraid that bamboo shoes are lighter than horses? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.

Don't listen to the sound of wind and rain through trees and leaves. It doesn't matter. I still walk slowly while reciting poems. Wearing sandals and leaning on bamboo poles is easier than riding a horse and riding a car. Who is afraid of ups and downs? I ignored these, regardless of the misty rain, accompanied me all my life.

The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.

The cold spring breeze woke me up again and I felt a little cold. The mountains in the sunset came to meet me. Looking back, the place where I came in the rain was a depression. When I came back, it was calm and there was no rain or shine.