Poems describing lovers' parting in autumn

1, Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao's Farewell to Ancient Complaints.

In the bleak autumn season, a couple forced by life can't go to never say goodbye. At the moment when he was driven away, he faced each other with tears in his eyes and wanted to say something to each other, but he cried before he opened his mouth.

There are thousands of words in my heart, but at this moment, I am too sad to say them. Don't think about it, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.

Vernacular translation

In the bleak autumn season, a couple who lived alone, forced by life, had to say goodbye with bitterness. At this heartbreaking moment, the eyes of both of them were filled with tears. They looked at each other and wanted to say something to each other, but they cried before they opened their mouths.

There are thousands of words in my heart, but at this moment, I can't tell them because of my sadness. After separation, who can tell you the feeling of lovesickness? The only thing you can do is to enjoy the moon in both places and place endless worries about lovesickness.

2. Song: Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.

Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Vernacular translation

After autumn, cicadas are so sad and in a hurry. Facing the pavilion, it was at night and a sudden rain had just stopped. Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start.

3. Qing: Wang Guowei's "Dead Hua Lian Read Endless Farewell"

Flowers have nothing to say, and the green window is spring.

Vernacular translation

Recalling the parting with her at that time, I was relatively speechless, leaving only sadness and parting thoughts. Now, only the green window remains, but it is not the scenery at that time.

4. Song: Yan's "Partridge Sky, Drunk Shooting Spring Shirts and Cherishing Old Fragrance"

Drunk enough to shoot the spring shirt and cherish the old fragrance, the day will stay annoying. On the road, the annual autumn grass pushes Chinese and Japanese architecture to the sunset.

The top of a building; Deng Wang Lou; Far away, boundless water. Where are the people who want to get back on the road? Acacia words are not censored, so why bother to write them on letters? It takes a thousand lines of tears.

Vernacular translation

After drinking too much, I patted the spring shirt, but I still couldn't put it down, and my clothes were fragrant. God deliberately opposed me and bored me with hatred. Vilen is covered with green grass every autumn, and the sunset shines on the windows every day. Clouds are boundless, water is boundless, I don't know how long it will take to recruit people to return home! There is no evidence of acacia, please don't cry in the letter, tell your heart.

5. Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's Reunion in the Deep of Qulan.

Reunion in the depths of the winding aperture, tears even to people. Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months.

Sleeping alone for half a life, the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. Recall what is the most fascinating thing. The first one is to draw a skirt with folded branches.

Vernacular translation

I met you again in the depths of the winding corridor. I hold you in my arms with pity. The two snuggled together, whispering and telling each other about their long-lost lovesickness.

In my arms, your body trembled slightly, gently wiping the dripping crystal tears, which made people feel infinite pity. Now, the beauty in memory has become desolation after parting.

After leaving, I only felt lonely for half my life, and tears were already on my pillow. The most desolate and cold, in the silent moonlight; I am most afraid of memories, when I splashed ink on your skirt.