Reading poems in rainy days

Song? Zhou Bangyan

Resentment is faithless, lovers are cut off, and news is far away. If you believe in skillful hands, you will be able to Jie Lianhuan, just like the wind dispersed the rain and the fog faded the clouds. Swallow house is empty, dark dust lock, string rope bed. Want to move roots and change leaves, all in the old days, hand-planted red medicine.

Du Ruo was born in Tingzhou. The boat bends along the coast, and people are on the horizon. I remember the music book that day, and the idle words were always burned. Shui Yi Spring Festival, please send me, Jiangnan Plum Calyx. Fight for this life, drink for flowers and cry for Iraq.

Translation:

Bitter feelings have nowhere to place, lamenting that lovers are far apart and books are nowhere to be found. Even if you have a skillful hand, you can untie the lasso and get rid of emotional entanglements, and the feelings of both sides will be indifferent and dissipate like wind and rain, as thin as clouds. The swallow house where the beauty lives has long been empty, the gloomy dust is blocked, and the bed is full of pipa, pipa and harp.

The roots and leaves of the garden in front of the building have been moved. In the past, it was all there. The red peony she planted herself is fragrant and burning. The sandbars in the river gradually became Du Ruo. Imagine her rowing a boat along the winding river bank and people drifting at the ends of the earth. I remember that there were love stories and audio books for me at that time. Now those gossips make me sad. It is better to treat me as red ashes.

In spring, I went back to the Waterfront Inn, hoping that she could also send me a plum calyx from the south of the Yangtze River. I will go to see flowers and wine at all costs and shed tears for her.

2. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night

Don? Li shangyin?

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

Interpretation: You asked me when I would go home, but I'm not sure when I will come back! The only thing I can tell you at this time is that this endless late rain is full of autumn pools. If one day, we will sit together at home under the west window, cut candles and flowers, and talk to each other about our thoughts in the rainy night tonight.

Extended data:

1, Qingming

Author Du Mu? the Tang Dynasty

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

Vernacular translation:

During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out.

Where can local people buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.

2. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Author du fu? the Tang Dynasty

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Vernacular translation:

Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring of everything. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth. Thick dark clouds covered the fields and paths, and only a little fishing fire from a fishing boat by the river emitted a ray of light, which was particularly bright. When the morning comes, the wet soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguancheng must be a colorful scene.

3. An autumn night in the mountains

Author Wang Wei? the Tang Dynasty

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Vernacular translation:

The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of night makes people feel that it is early autumn.

The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing.

The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes.

The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.