Poetry#
Temporarily set to record some poetry
Zhe Gu Tian (Observing Lanterns on the 11th Day of the First Month) Jiang Kui#
The beauty of the streets and lanes can be appreciated at any time. The horse neighs before the gauze is lifted. The white-haired layman has no palace to scold, only a little girl following by his side.
The market is full of flowers, the moon invades the clothes. The affairs of youth become a source of sorrow in old age. The spring chill on the Shahe River is shallow, watching the tourists slowly return.
I read a comment about this poem. It said that this verse may be the only one that describes a daughter sitting on her father's shoulders. The article also mentioned that Jiang Kui had a difficult life, and it is unknown what fate awaits his daughter. However, I feel that no matter what happens in the future, she will definitely be happy when she sits on her father's shoulders to enjoy the lanterns.
In Praise of History Li Mengtang#
In the high pavilion, the tripod is being adjusted. It's a pity that there are so many criticisms in the world. The tears of the people are like the water in the overturned boat. If it doesn't reach the turbulent flow, the ruler will not know.
Simulating the Difficulty of Traveling - Part Four Bao Zhao#
The flowing water is placed on level ground, each flowing in its own direction. Life also has its own destiny, how can it rise to sigh and sit in sorrow! Drink wine to comfort oneself, raise the cup and cut off the difficult path of singing. The heart is not made of wood or stone, how can it not feel? Swallowing one's voice and hesitating, afraid to speak.
I really like the last sentence. I only found out today (June 6, 2023) that Bao Zhao lived in Jiankang, which is Nanjing, and then I discovered that Jiangsu and Shandong are actually neighbors.
Song of the Frontier - Part Two Wang Changling#
Drinking on horseback, crossing the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife. The flat sands have not yet sunk, dimly seen at Lintao. In the past, the battle on the Great Wall was widely praised for its high spirits. The yellow dust is now ancient, and white bones are scattered among the weeds.
I wrote this poem in April, but I have already forgotten why I wrote it.
Simulating a Funeral Oration Tao Yuanming#
Life must have death, premature death is not caused by fate. Yesterday evening, I was still a human, but this morning I am recorded in the book of ghosts. Where does the soul disperse? The withered body is entrusted to ancient trees. The tender child cries for his father, and a good friend comforts me with tears. Gain and loss are no longer known, right and wrong, how can they be perceived! After thousands of years, who knows honor and disgrace? But I regret that when I was alive, I couldn't drink enough.
In the past, there was no wine to drink, but now I am immersed in an empty cup. Spring wine breeds floating ants, when will I be able to taste it again! The banquet table is full in front of me, and old friends weep beside me. I want to speak, but there is no sound. I want to see, but there is no light. In the past, I slept in Gaotang, but now I stay in a desolate grassland. One day, when I leave home, I will return in the middle of the night.
The desolate grass is vast, and the white poplars are also desolate. The severe frost in September sends me away from the distant suburbs. There is no one living in all directions, and high graves stand alone. The horse neighs and looks up at the sky, the wind blows and the surroundings become desolate. The secluded room is already closed, and it has not seen the light of day for a thousand years. A thousand years without seeing the light of day, the wise and talented have no choice. Those who bid farewell to me, have already returned to their own homes. Relatives and friends may mourn, while others sing. Where does the dead go? They entrust their bodies to the mountains.
Before, I couldn't understand it, but this year I finally understood it.
The line "Gain and loss are no longer known, right and wrong, how can they be perceived" reminds me of "When you die, you will know that everything is in vain." They both don't believe in any afterlife and think that death is the end. I also agree with this idea, but I hope there is an afterlife.
The line "Spring wine breeds floating ants, when will I be able to taste it again" I only realized I had completely misread it after reading the annotations. It's about the time of offering wine, but I understood it as the time of birth.
"Relatives and friends may mourn, while others sing." It sounds cruel, but now I think: to be occasionally remembered after death is already remarkable.
Ding Feng Bo - South Sea Gift to Wang Dingguo's Attendant Maid Su Shi#
Wang Dingguo's younger brother is called Rou Nu, with the surname Yuwen. She has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and is good at responding. Her family has lived in the capital. When Dingguo returned from the south, I asked Rou, "Is Guangnan not good?" Rou replied, "Wherever my heart is at peace, that is my hometown." Therefore, I composed this poem.
I often envy the jade-like young men in the mortal world, and heaven has entrusted them to the care of beautiful women. It is said that their clear songs reveal their white teeth. When the wind rises, snow flies, and the scorching sea changes to coolness.
Returning from a long journey, one's appearance becomes younger. Smiling, still carrying the fragrance of plum blossoms. I asked if Lingnan is not good, but she said, "Wherever my heart is at peace, that is my hometown."
I really like both of Su Shi's verses of Ding Feng Bo.
Ding Feng Bo Su Shi#
On the seventh day of the third month, it rained on the way to Sha Lake. The rain gear went ahead, and the companions were all in a sorry state, but I didn't feel it. Later, it cleared up, so I wrote this poem.
Don't listen to the sound of leaves rustling through the woods, why not sing and walk slowly. A bamboo staff and straw sandals are lighter than a horse. Who is afraid? A straw raincoat in the misty rain, letting life take its course.
The cold spring wind blows and sobers me up. It's a bit chilly, but the sun shines obliquely on the mountain top to welcome me. Looking back at the desolate places I've been, going back, there is neither wind nor rain.
The word "suo" (straw raincoat) is a frequent visitor in poetry.
I had a certain impression of this verse, that Su Shi got sick from getting wet in the rain and then wrote another verse called "Traveling to Sha Lake". But after checking, I realized that my memory was wrong. Su Shi went to see a doctor because his hand was swollen, clearly not because of getting wet in the rain.
Chao Zhong Cuo·Farewell to Liu Zhongyuanfu on His Assignment to Weiyang Ouyang Xiu#
Leaning on the railing of the flat mountain, looking at the clear sky. The mountains are either present or absent. The willow in front of the hall is planted by hand, how many times have we bid farewell to the spring breeze. The literary official, wielding his pen to write thousands of words, drinks a thousand cups. To enjoy oneself, one must be young, and in front of the respected, observe the aging man.
I came across this when I was looking for a guide to Yangzhou.
Memories of the Bian River Pi Rixiu#
It is said that the Sui Dynasty fell because of this river, and even now, it relies on its waves to connect a thousand miles. If it weren't for the water palace and dragon boat, the achievements of Yu the Great would not be compared.
I saw this at the Grand Canal Museum. I also found out that Pi Rixiu stayed at Kaiyuan Temple for a while. His name seems to be on the stone tablets there.
Inscription on Qingcao Lake in Longyang County Tang Gong#
The west wind blows, the waves on Dongting Lake are sparse, and Lady Xiang's hair turns white overnight. After getting drunk, she doesn't know if she's in heaven or in water, and her boat is filled with dreams, pressing down on the Milky Way.
The use of the word "lao" (old) is clever, I didn't realize it before.
I also really like the last line. I also quite like boating.
Reply to the Governor of Wuling Wang Changling#
Traveling a thousand miles with a sword, a few words touch my heart. I was once a guest in the capital, and I will not disappoint the favor of Ling En.
I like the first two lines, but I can't really achieve them. Instead, I am more like "a few words dare not speak" compared to the ancients.
Song of the Frontier Festival Li Bai#
The white waves of Dongting Lake are sparse, and the swallows and wild geese begin to enter the clouds. The cold wind of Wu blows, and the swallows and wild geese suffer. The wind howls and the sand lodges in the Xiaoxiang River, and the festival heroes weep tears of autumn like rain. The bright sun shines on the heart, illuminating it so that it can serve a wise ruler. The indignant heroes, the vigorous wind rises. How can I obtain the Heaven Sword and cross the sea to slay the great whale?
I feel like this poem has a feeling of abruptly ending at the climax.
Four Poems on Longxi Journey Chen Tao#
The downfall of the Sui Dynasty is said to be because of this river, and even now, it connects a thousand miles. If it weren't for the water palace and dragon boat, the achievements of Yu the Great would not be compared.
Swearing to sweep away the Xiongnu regardless of one's life, five thousand sable furs and brocades are lost in the dust of the Huns. It's a pity that there is no growth of mulberry and hemp in the sandy land.
The Longxi garrison has seen the green grass of the border three times, and the tower is now replaced by Qiang soldiers. Those who died together are saddened by parting, and the old camp weeps for the night.
The cunning enemy has been captured without limit, and the Black Mountain camp recognizes the dragon and snake. Since the noble lord's marriage alliance, half of the Hu wind resembles the Han family.
"It's a pity that there is no growth of mulberry and hemp in the sandy land" I find this line very interesting.
Autumn Poem - Part One#
Since ancient times, autumn has been a time of loneliness and desolation. I say that autumn surpasses spring in the morning. A crane flies through the clear sky, bringing poetic sentiments to the azure sky.
These days, the autumn atmosphere is already strong. Today, while taking a walk, I felt a bit down for no reason when I saw the fallen leaves all over the ground.
First, I thought of "injuring spring and grieving autumn," and I felt that my thoughts were normal. It made me laugh.
Then I suddenly thought of the first line, and my mood improved a lot.