Creation year Song Dynasty
The author's name is Zhang Lei
Seven-character quatrains in literary genres
original work
The wind in changxiajiang village is getting clearer and clearer, and cockatoos have been generated.
Butterflies spread their wings on the branches that bloom at noon. On a sunny day, spiders make a spider's web in the corner.
The moonlight shines on the curtain, leans on the pillow, and listens to the murmur of the stream.
Long-spotted temples are like frost and snow, and I want to fish this life.
To annotate ...
Jiangcun: villages and towns
Cornice teeth: refers to the mutually hooked parts protruding from the cornice, which are shaped like teeth, so they are called cornice teeth. This refers to under the eaves.
Generation: refers to the finches that live here and hatch their chicks.
Butterfly clothes bask in powder and dance, and cobwebs add silk corners. These two sentences mean that the wings of butterflies stop on flowers and make them vibrate constantly; On a sunny day, spiders are mending their nets in the corner. Butterfly clothes, butterfly wings. Sun powder, butterfly wings.
The scattered curtains invite the moon shadow, and the noisy pillow is filled with Naxi's voice: these two sentences mean that the moon shadow reflected by the curtains is sparse; The stream flowing into the pillow is noisy and noisy. The appearance of falling thin. Sparse curtains, sparse curtains. A noisy, rambling sound. Virtual pillow, hollow bamboo pillow for enjoying the cool in summer.
Class 9: It's already grey.
I've always wanted to be a woodcutter or an old fisherman and live my whole life. Straight desire, slightly thinking. Firewood, woodcutter, old woodcutter. An old man fishing.
Modern Translation of Ancient Poetry
In hot summer, the weather in the village is rarely so refreshing as it is today; Swallows and sparrows under the eaves also poked their heads out of their nests to chirp. Butterflies flap their wings and stop on the branches, making them keep flying; In the sunny corner, spiders are adding silk to mend their nets. At present, there is a scattered moon shadow on the curtain, and the sound of stream sounds on the pillow. Hair that has been gray for a long time is now as white as frost and snow. You might as well be a woodcutter or fisherman all your life.