Beautiful sentences describing heart blockage

1, who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, the yellow leaves close the window and miss the sunset. —— From the Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Who Read the West Wind and Cool Alone in Huanxisha"

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Who misses the lonely feelings when the autumn wind blows cold? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past.

2, there is nothing to go to the west building alone, and the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste. -From the Five Dynasties: Li Yu's "Welcome to the West Building without Words".

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: silence, loneliness, slowly boarding the empty west building alone. Looking up at the sky, there is only one bend in Leng Yue. I saw the buttonwood trees in the courtyard lonely, and the deep courtyard was shrouded in cold and desolate autumn colors. Scissors keep cutting for unknown reasons. What makes people feel confused is the sadness of parting. That long sadness is entangled in my heart, but it is another kind of unspeakable pain.

3. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. -From the Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum, Lotus Root Fragrance, Residual Jade in Autumn"

Explain in vernacular Chinese: flowers drift, water floats. A kind of parting lovesickness affects two leisure worries. Ah, it can't be ruled out that this lovesickness, this sadness, has just disappeared from the frowning brow and is faintly entangled in my heart. ?

4, now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze. -From the Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberry, Wrong at that Time"

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: now I know that I was wrong at that time. My heart is desolate and confused, tears fall silently, and all I see is the spring breeze, but things are different from before.

5, the drizzle dreams back to the chicken, and the small building blows through the cold. You hate a few tears, leaning against the bar. —— From the Five Dynasties: Li Jing's "Passing Huanxi Sand and Selling Fragrant Leaves"

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: drizzling, the dream is far beyond the Great Wall. Lengsheng's voice echoed in the small building with sobs. Think of old friends, lean on the bar with tears, and embrace endless bitterness.