It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening.

Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight.

Two men who were young not long ago are now gray at the temples.

It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad.

We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again.

You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row.

They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip.

The children began to drink before the question and answer was over.

Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way.

My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups.

But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. .

The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? .

Vernacular translation:

The journey of life is often difficult to meet after parting, just like it is difficult to meet stars and businessmen.

Tonight is another auspicious day. Let's talk by candlelight.

How many youthful and energetic years can there be? In a blink of an eye, you and I have cleared the air.

Half of my old friends have passed away, and I have to lament repeatedly because of my inner agitation.

I didn't expect that we could visit your hall today after 20 years of separation.

The difference is that you are not married, and suddenly your children are a mess.

They greeted my father's old friends politely and kindly asked me where I came from.

Before you could tell all the past, you urged your children to set the table and drinks quickly.

Braving the night rain, I cut off fresh leeks and took out newly cooked yellow rice for me to taste.

The host felt that the opportunity to meet was rare and drank more than a dozen cups in a row.

I am very touched that you are not drunk after drinking more than ten cups in a row and have deep feelings for your old friends.

Leave tomorrow, and Qian Shan will be separated by thousands of waters. The wide world is really sad.

2. "The Village of the Old Man" Tang? meng haoran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. ?

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. ?

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Vernacular translation:

My old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse.

Green Woods surround the village and green mountains span the city.

Open the window to the grain field and vegetable garden and raise a glass to talk about crops.

The Double Ninth Festival is here. Please come here to see chrysanthemums.

3, "A suggestion for a friend Liu" Tang Bai Juyi

There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.

With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?

Vernacular translation:

The newly brewed rice wine is green and fragrant; A small red mud stove is burning crimson. It's getting dark and snow is coming. Can I have a cup of hot wine in my humble place?

4. "The drizzle and oblique wind in Huanxisha made Yuanfeng seven years on December 24th, and Liu went from Sizhou to Nanshan" by Song Sushi.

Drizzle and oblique wind created Han Xiao, while light smoke created sunny beaches in Liu Mei. The time to enter Huaihai and Luo Qing is getting longer and longer. Snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon, and Artemisia annua shoots try spring vegetables. Human taste is pure happiness.

It's raining in Mao Mao, windy and a little cold. Light smoke and sparse willows make the beach behind Chuqing more charming. The clear Luojian River flows into the Huaihe River, and the water is boundless.

Soak a cup of green tea with snow foam and milk flowers, and taste the green spring vegetables with tender buds of Artemisia annua in the mountains. What really tastes in the world is a touch of happiness.

5. "Break the battle to send Zhuang language to Chen Tongfu" Song? Xin Qiji

Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded.

Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to turn over the Great Wall, and the enemy is on the battlefield in autumn.

Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder.

It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!

Vernacular translation:

In the drunken dream, I lit the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I went back to the camp and blew the horn one by one.

Distribute roast beef to subordinates, and the band will play northern Xinjiang songs. This is the autumn parade on the battlefield.

Horses run like horses, bows and arrows thunder.

I am bent on completing the great cause of recovering the lost land for the monarch and gaining a good reputation handed down from generation to generation. Poverty has become a white-haired man!