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I want to see you poems
I Want to See You Verses
1. I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River every day. When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love. ——From the Song Dynasty: Li Zhiyi's "Bu Suanzi·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River"
Vernacular interpretation: I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, and you live at the bottom of the Yangtze River. I miss you day and night, but I can't see you. You and I drink the green water from the same river, and we love each other and know each other. When will the endless river dry up, and when will the bitter hatred of separation cease. I only hope that your heart will stay as strong as mine, and you will not let down my infatuated love.
2. Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines. ——From the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Twentieth Night of the First Month of Yimao"
Vernacular interpretation: Two people died once in their lives and were separated for ten years. They missed each other but were at a loss and could not see each other. I don’t want to let myself miss it, but I can’t forget it. My wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her the desolation and sorrow in my heart. Even if we meet, we probably won't know each other, because I am running around, my face is covered with dust, and my temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, and saw my wife dressing up in the mirror in front of the small window. The two looked at each other, not knowing where to start from a thousand words, and could only shed a thousand lines of tears in relative silence. I expected that the graveyard with the small pine trees shining under the bright moon was the place where I missed my wife with heartache every year.
3. When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond swelled with rain at night in Bashan. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? ——From the Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's "The Night Rain Sends to the North"
Vernacular interpretation: You ask me when I will go back, but I haven't set a date yet. At this moment, the night rain in Bashan is pouring down, and the rainwater has filled the autumn river ponds. When will I be able to return to my hometown and have a heart-to-heart talk while cutting candles under the west window? Then I will tell you how lonely I am as a guest in Bashan tonight and listen to the continuous rain at night, and how much I miss you!
4. On the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were like daylight. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears. ——From the Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi·Yuanxi"
Vernacular interpretation: On the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as daytime. The moon rises above the willow trees, and he invites me to chat with him after dusk. During this year’s Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I can no longer see my old friends from last year, and my clothes are soaked with tears.
5. The blue sky and the yellow leaves. The autumn colors are rolling in waves, and the waves are green and cold. The mountains reflect the setting sun and catch the water. The grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. The soul of the darkened country is thinking about the journey. Unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. The Mingyue Tower is high and I am leaning against it alone. The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness. ——From the Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe Nostalgia"
Vernacular interpretation: The blue sky with floating clouds, the land with flying yellow leaves, the autumn scenery is connected to the water waves in the river, and the waves are filled with green and cold smoke . The mountains reflect the setting sun, the blue sky and the river. The fragrant grass is not familiar with human feelings and stretches to the horizon where the setting sun cannot shine.
Silently missing my hometown makes me sad, and the lingering thoughts of traveling abroad are difficult to get rid of. Only by having good dreams every night can I get a moment of comfort. I don’t want to lean on a tall building alone on a moonlit night and look far away. I can only pour bitter wine into my sad heart frequently and turn it into tears of lovesickness.
6. After seeing each other again, we meet again and share our dreams with you. I only have a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that the meeting would be a dream. ——From the Song Dynasty: Yan Jidao's "Partridge Sky· Colorful Sleeves Holding the Jade Bell Attentively"
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