Poems about letters

1. Qiu Si

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji

Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I want to write a book full of meaning.

I can't talk about the fear in a hurry, and pedestrians are coming and opening.

Translation:

There is an autumn wind blowing in Luoyang, and my thoughts are surging, so I want to write a letter from home to greet peace. I'm worried about what I haven't written in time, so I open the envelope again before the messenger is about to leave.

2. Letters from the capital

Ming Dynasty: Yuan Kai

The river is 3, miles long, with 15 lines of letters.

there is nothing else to say when you travel, but you should return home early.

Translation:

The continuous river is three thousand miles long, and the letters from home are fifteen lines long. There are no other words between the lines, just telling me to return to my hometown as soon as possible.

3. Spring Hope

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.

where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief.

after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold.

I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin, to hold the hairpins any more.

Translation:

Chang 'an fell, the country was broken, and only mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang 'an city is densely covered with vegetation. Feeling the defeated situation, I burst into tears when I saw the flowers bloom, and I was disappointed and resentful, and I was frightened when I heard the birds singing. The continuous war has lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home are rare. One letter is worth ten thousand taels of gold. Worried, scratching my head and thinking, my white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can't insert it.

4. Accommodation

Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

solitary at the tavern, I am shut in with loneliness and grief.

under the cold lamp, I brood on the past, I am kept awake by a lost wildgoose.

roused at dawn from a misty dream, I read, a year late, news from home.

and I remember the moon like smoke on the river, and a fisher-boat moored there, under my door.

Translation:

Living in a hotel without good friends, I feel depressed and absorbed in thought alone. Looking at the dim lights and recalling the past, the lonely goose's wailing makes people sad and sleepless. Far away, the dream soul can't get home until dawn, and the letter from home can't be delivered until every other year. How beautiful the Bijiang River in the smoke cage is, and the fishing boat is tied in front of the neighbor's door.

5. Judge Li was sent to Beijing by Qiaoxitou.

In Tang Dynasty, Cen Can

was sent from afar, and Wan Li was sent to Anxi.

tears fall from my hometown in the Han dynasty, and it takes a lot of hooves to wash sand.

when you are looking for the river, you will feel the sky is low.

when you send your son to the army to drink, you will get drunk with your letters.

Translation:

I was sent to Anxi, far away from Wan Li, alone. Along the way, when I think of the moon in my hometown, I can't help crying for it; Stepping on the sand under your feet makes the journey more difficult.

The long road seems to reach the end of the earth, just as Zhang Qian was looking for the source of the Yellow River. After crossing the desert and walking on the vast plateau, the sky seems to be getting lower. Today, you and I are drinking in the army, and you will go the way I came. I'll write a letter home when I'm drunk, so please pass it on for me.