Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.
The sky is gray and wild. See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.
Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: At the foot of Yinshan Mountain, there is a great plain where Zile people live. The sky of Chilechuan, which is connected with the earth on all sides, looks like a felt tent where herders live. Under the blue sky, the grassland green waves roll, the wind blows below the grass, and flocks of cattle and sheep appear and disappear.
2,' Western Zhou Qu' Northern and Southern Dynasties: anonymous
Miss Mei wants to go to Kau Xizhou and break plum blossoms on the north bank of the Yangtze River. Thin clothes are as red as apricots and hair as black as crows.
Where is Xixi Jiao? The two oars on board can be placed at the ferry pier of the Kau Xizhou Bridge. It's getting late, Shrike flies away, and the night wind blows into Sapium sebiferum.
Under the tree is her home, and her emerald hair is exposed in the door. She opened the door and didn't see her sweetheart. She went out to pick red-violet flowers.
Autumn, autumn Nantang, she is holding a lotus seed, and the lotus grows taller. With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake.
Hide lotus seeds in your sleeve. Lotus seeds are red and transparent. Miss my husband, but not yet. She looks up at the swan in the sky.
The sky was full of geese, and she went up to the tower to see her husband. Although the tower is high, she can't see her husband. She leans against the railing all day.
The railing bent and bent into the distance, and her hands were as bright as jade. The curtain is so high, rippling like sea water, empty and generally dark green.
If the sea is as long as a dream, then you are sad and I am sad. If Nanfeng knows how I feel, please blow my dream to Puxi Island.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: I miss plum blossoms and want to go to Xizhou, where I will fold them and send them to the north bank of the Yangtze River. Her thin clothes are as red as apricots, and her hair is as black as a crow. Where the hell is Xizhou? You can reach the ferry of Xizhou Bridge by shaking the two oars of the boat. It's getting late, Shrike flies away, and the evening wind blows the Chinese tallow tree. Her home is under the tree, and her green hair is exposed in the door.
She opened the door, didn't see her sweetheart, and went out to pick red-violet flowers. In autumn, she picks lotus seeds in Nantang, which grow taller than people's heads. Bow your head and fiddle with the lotus seeds in the water, as green as the lake. Hide lotus seeds in your sleeve, and they will be red to the end. Miss her husband, but he has not come yet. She looked up at the swan goose in the sky.
The sky in Xizhou is full of geese. She went to the high balcony and looked at Mr. Lang. Although the balcony is high, she can't see Mr. Lang. She leans against the railing all day.
The railing twists and turns into the distance, and her hanging hands are as bright as jade. The sky outside the shutter door is so high, like sea water, rippling with an empty dark green. As long as the sea is like a dream, I am sad if you are sad. If Nanfeng knows how I feel, please blow my dream to Xizhou (to see her).
3,' Three Dragons' Northern and Southern Dynasties: Anonymous
The water in the mountainous area of Gansu is displaced at the foot of the mountain.
Thought I was alone and came to the open field.
Depart from Xincheng in the morning and sleep in Gansu at night.
Without saying anything cold, my tongue rolled down my throat.
The water in the long mountains also makes a plaintive cry.
Look at Qiachuan, my heart and my heart are broken.
Explain in vernacular Chinese: The flowing water in Longshan has been displaced from the foot of the mountain. I thought I was alone, walking in an empty field. Depart from Xincheng in the morning and sleep in Longshan at night. I was too cold to speak, and my tongue got stuck in my throat. The flowing water in Longshan also makes a whimper. Looking at Qinchuan from afar, my heart and soul are broken.
4,' Midnight Song' Northern and Southern Dynasties: Anonymous
You can foresee the sunset when it comes out of the front door. The smelting capacity is colorful and the fragrance is overflowing.
Fang is a perfumer, and his smelting ability is not worthy. Heaven does what people want, so it makes Nong see Lang.
I haven't combed my hair before, but my hair covers my shoulders. Wan's knee is not poor either.
I haven't been able to open it since I left I dare not ignore my head, pink and yellow.
Rugged and resentful, you will get the wind and cloud. Yulin language is full of stones, and sorrow and thinking are the same.
Seeing that my mother likes charm, I hope I can marry Jin Lan. It is difficult to manage a horse without warp and weft weaving.
When I first wanted to know Lang, my two hearts were one. If you put silk into the machine, you won't realize it.
The front silk is broken and lingering, and I want to have sex. Spring silkworm is susceptible, and silkworm has been revived.
We broke up tonight. When shall we meet again? Bright light shines on the empty board, and the time is not long.
I haven't consulted Belang since he came. When Phellodendron amurense grows into a forest, it is much harder.
Hibiscus is planted on the mountain and passes through Huangbaiwu. When you get a lotus, it's hard for a displaced baby.
Think about the front door, think about the back door. Smile at whom, and remember you in your stomach.
Take a pillow and lie in the north window. Lang comes, he plays. Chongtian is very abrupt. How long can sympathy last?
You can't eat in the village, but you can't walk in the village. Vote for Joan and walk all day.
Lang is taken by others, which is a matter of negative farming. The door is restless and irrelevant.
You will get old when you are young. Don't believe in Nong language, look at the grass under the frost.
The green scarf is engraved with brocade, and the double skirt is reopened today. I have promised to wear it around my waist. Who can untie my clothes?
Always worried about two meanings, today's joy is not unified. Dead fish will muddy the water and grow clean.
I'm sad when I'm happy, and I'm happy when I laugh. If you don't see the connection tree, different roots start from the same one.
The feeling of joy begins with diligence and ends with loneliness after sighing. Tortoise shell in Phnom Penh, bright outside and thin inside.
Don't linger behind tears, your lovesickness is full of sadness. Memories of abdominal erosion and rupture of liver and intestine.
The road is too close to count, which leads to cold. There is no east water. When will you go back to the west?
Who can think without singing, and who can be hungry without eating. At dusk, the family leans, and the bottom is 100 million.
The skirt is not tied, and the eyebrows are in the front window. Luo Shang tends to be embarrassed and scold Chunfeng.
Hold up the wine and wait for advice, but the glass is empty. I hope that because of the slight encounter, my heart feels the same way.
Sleeping at night is full of thoughts and troubles. I am filled with emotion, and I don't know what I am doing.
The year of farming is out of date, which is a good start. Not as good as duckweed, the spring breeze is moving.
I can't sleep at night, and it sounds more drum. Happy meeting for no reason makes Nong feel bitter.
Where is Huan from? In the end, there are worries. What's better than pine and cypress?
Miss love and get rid of it without pity. The curtain is self-supporting, who knows how thick it is.
The moon is bright, and I am happy with you at night. Lang song is wonderful, and Nong also spits sweet words.
The wind is rushing and the white is fading. Lang is quiet, and agriculture depends on spring.
The night is too long to sleep, and the bright moon burns. I want to hear scattered cries, but I should make a promise in the air.
Everyone has his own territory, and I will listen. The wind blows the winter curtain, which is cold and thin.
I am very happy, and I am willing to do what I want. The fog reveals the hidden lotus, and the lotus is not clear.
Nong is the north star, which has not turned for thousands of years. Enjoy the day and return to the west at dusk.
Compassion and good feelings moved to the village. In front of Tung Shusheng, I went in and out to see Wu Zixu.
Can't send letters, can't go back and forth. Gold and copper are hibiscus, but lotus seeds can't be true.
It was not dense at first, but it became denser the next day. Go back to criticize the comb and turn thin into thin.
Don't forget each other when sleeping and eating, and get up together. Jin Furong, jade lotus root, don't call me lotus seed.
Progress by love is ashamed to refuse to advance. Full of singing, jade fingers are delicate strings.
When sunshine, money and wind move. Laugh at two rhinos and raise two beautiful moths.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: I went out at sunset, thinking about how to dress up. I dressed myself up brightly and the fragrance floated far away. I wear perfume and dress up beautifully. I walked quietly all the way, afraid to be seen by others. Finally, I met my lover.
The first song can be interpreted as a man's sentence: when I go out at sunset, I see you, and your face is beautiful and your fragrance is overflowing. The second song is a woman's response: the fragrance comes from my sachet. I really don't deserve your compliment on my beauty. Poor thing, I met you.
I never used to comb my hair, put it on my shoulders and reach my lover's legs. At that time, I was very beautiful and lovely. Since I left my lover, my dressing box is no longer open, and I dare not take care of my hair. The powder fell and scattered on the old clothes.
I can't see my lover, so I miss him sadly, and finally I get news from him thousands of miles away, just like the whisper between Yulin and Shique. We all miss each other and are very sad.
I am very happy to see my lover, and my face has become beautiful because of this. I want to marry him. Just as a loom can't weave cloth without silk thread. It seems that when we first met, both hearts were equally eager for each other. Put the silk thread into the loom, where can you worry about weaving cloth?
I miss my lover and want to marry him before I meet him. After knowing him, I was moved by love as easily as a silkworm, and my lovesickness began again. When can I meet you when I leave my lover tonight? That day is like a bright light shining on an empty chessboard, and the end time is still far away.
I have been sighing every day since I left my lover. As if phellodendron amurense (deciduous trees) were clustered into a forest, my repressed thoughts were also layered and repeated. I miss him every day in the mountains and finally meet him. How difficult it is to be displaced! I want him to go out from the front door in the morning and come back from the back door at night.
I have so much to say and smile at him, but he is not here, so I can only think of him quietly. I am lying on the pillow by the north window. I was very happy when he came. I am eager to see him. I wonder how long I can be with him.
Thought of here, I can't eat without chopsticks. I play chess and chat every day to get rid of the pain of lovesickness.
However, he married the people around him, which made me crazy. I left the door unlocked, and you didn't come to see me on purpose. Hey, marry your lover in time when you are young, or you will get old when you wait. If you don't believe me, look at the frosted weeds.
I'm wearing a skirt. I don't know who will untie the belt around my waist. I often worry that he will have second thoughts, and now he has really started a new life. Dried fish always live in muddy water, which is out of touch with clear water.
He is sad when he is worried about me, and he is glad when he laughs at me. I love him so much, but our feelings are like that tree, which gives birth to another root. I lamented that he was diligent at first, but later he was left out in the cold. He presented many jewels.
I have been in Lacrimosa all day since I left him, and it makes me sad to miss him. I miss him deeply. I have been waiting for him to come back, but I am always disappointed. Look at the water flowing eastward. When will it flow back to the west?
Who doesn't sing in his heart and who doesn't eat when he is hungry? As the sun sets, I lean against the door and feel blue.
In the morning, I put on my skirt but didn't fasten my belt, brushed my eyebrows and went to the window. Clothes are flying in the wind. As soon as I open the window, I am complained by the spring breeze. I raised my glass to drink, but it was empty. I hope to meet him for a drink, and I think so on my face.
At night, my heart is full of thoughts, sighs and tears. I am full of infatuation, but where does he know my mind? The longer time goes by, the farther away he is from me. Our feelings are like duckweed, which disappears as soon as the spring breeze blows.
I can't sleep for a long night. I tossed and turned and heard more drums. Meeting him unexpectedly made my heart more painful.
Lover, where did he come from? With a worried expression on his face. I called him many times, but he didn't answer. What makes you so silent? I am thinking about love, and I am not satisfied. I want to spit out all my feelings, but I don't know what to do. I covered myself with thick curtains. Who knows my mind?
It was sunny and the moon was bright. I play with him at night. He sang beautiful songs and I said sweet words. The wind blew the weeds and the sun gradually lit up. You are so gentle, my face is full of spring.
It's been a long night and I can't sleep. I looked up at the moon with how bright. I seem to hear a vague voice calling me, and I respond gently. Everyone else is preparing wedding gifts, but I don't like it in my heart. The wind blows a thick winter curtain. Do you remember the cold night when you promised me?
I thought you were real and clear, but you hesitated. Your feelings are like fuzzy hibiscus flowers in the fog, and mine are like Polaris, which will remain unchanged for thousands of years. Your heart is like the sun during the day, it is still the east in the morning and the west at night.
I miss you and move to your neighborhood to be your neighbor. Tung trees grow in the front door, and you can see plane trees back and forth. I sent you a letter, but you didn't come, so I never went out again Where can the lotus made of gold and copper bear lotus seeds?
At first, we were close, but later it got worse. I languish day by day and gradually lose heart. I can't forget you all the time, whether I eat or sleep or sit and walk. But the beautiful lotus and lotus root are not worthy of lotus seed (me).
I want to walk in with love, but I refuse to step in shyly. Violet lips sing gorgeous songs, and crystal fingers pop up beautiful music. The morning sun shines on the window and the breeze blows the white silk. Beauty laughs, lovers have a heart, and beauty laughs and flies.
5, "Midnight Four Seasons Song Winter Song" Southern Folk Song: Anonymous
Tomorrow morning, the courier on horseback will leave, and the women are rushing to make cotton-padded clothes for the expedition husband.
Thin hands are cold, not to mention the cold scissors for cutting clothes.
My wife will send clothes far away. How many times can we reach the border of Lintao County?
Explain in vernacular: The messenger of the post office will leave tomorrow morning, and (that woman) rushed to make a robe overnight. I feel cold with a needle in my hand, let alone scissors. Finished clothes have to be sent to a far place. When can they arrive in Lintao?