A poem to comfort others

Author: Gao Shi

Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.

A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?

Translation:

Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sky and the sun are dark, and the north wind is blowing snow.

Don't worry about having no friends ahead. Who doesn't know you in the world?

2. Bodhisattva advised you to get drunk tonight.

Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang

Be sure to have a drunken party tonight, and don't talk about it tomorrow. Take care to warm the master's heart now, because the master's blx is deep and his friendship is deep.

I'm sad. Spring nights, like this one, are too short. I won't refuse to say that you filled my cup too full. Since there is wine to drink, how can I fight to have spirit and how long can I live?

Translation:

I advise you to get drunk tonight and never talk about tomorrow on the wine table again. Just cherish the enthusiasm of the host now, because the glass of the host is deep and the friendship of the host is deep.

I'm sad that a spring night like tonight is too short, so I won't refuse to say that you filled my glass too full again. Since there is wine to drink, cheer up anyway. How long can life last?

3. Send Yuan Er to Anxi/Weicheng Song

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.

Translation:

The light rain in the morning moistened the dust on the Acropolis, and the willow branches and leaves in the inn pavilion were fresh and tender.

Sincerely advise friends to have another glass of wine. It's hard to meet old relatives when you go west from Yangguan.

4. After Magnolia and Hongyan, Yingying went home.

Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

Swallow of Swan Chun has gone, and Yingying has come back. One of these lovely birds got separated from me. When you think about it carefully, life is ups and downs and inextricably linked.

Spring scenery, like a dream, like autumn clouds, like autumn clouds, it is difficult to find her again. You can't stay if your clothes are torn. Don't let the world be intoxicated, but I am sober, don't drink as much as flowers, and let the wine numb my broken heart.

Translation:

Swallow of Swan Spring is gone, and oriole is back. These lovely birds are separated from me. Think about it carefully, life is ups and downs, confused.

Spring is like a dream and disappears like autumn clouds, so it's hard to find her again. He knows the piano as well as Zhuo Wenjun and is as gentle and affectionate as Jiang Fei in Hanshui. When he met Zheng Jiaofu, he gave her a present.

Such a fairy-like companion has long since left me. Even if I break their graceful dresses, I can't keep their beautiful images. I advise you not to just be a drunk all over the world, but to drink to your heart's content in the flowers and let the wine anesthetize my broken heart.

5. Drinking apricot flowers with guests on a moonlit night.

Northern Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Apricot flowers fly over the curtain to disperse the spring, and the bright moon enters the house to find a lover. Step by step, step by step, step by step, like running water, like green apples.

The flowers are fragrant with wine, and they are struggling to pull long strips of fragrant snow. The thin wine in the mountain city tastes terrible, so I advise you to drink a glass of moon.

The flute is broken in the moonlight, and the glass is empty when the moon sets. The spring breeze of the Ming Dynasty is evil, but the green leaves remain red.

Vernacular translation:

In the last spring when the apricot blossom curtain was laid, the bright moon entered the portal to find me to live in seclusion. Lift up your robe, walk under the moon, and step on the swaying flowers. Moonlight is like water, and small flowers are like green duckweeds floating in the water. Arrange a banquet under the flowers. The apricot blossoms are full of fragrance. The guests scrambled to climb the branches, and flowers were like fragrant snow. Mountain wine tastes tasteless. I advise you not to absorb the bright moon reflected in the cup.

On this moonlit night, the flute blows down, and I'm only worried that the bright moon will set, the glass will be empty, and the hateful spring breeze of the Ming Dynasty will blow, only a little residual red will be seen among the green leaves.