1, Fu Yongmei, Song Dynasty: Lu You.

Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. It's dusk. I'm alone. It's windy and rainy. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

There is a broken bridge outside the post station, and the plum blossoms bloom alone, and no one asks. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, sad enough, but destroyed by wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to try their best to compete for favor, and they don't care about the jealousy and rejection of flowers. Even if it withers, grinds into mud and turns to dust, plum blossoms still exude a faint fragrance as always.

2. Tour Shanxi Village, Song Dynasty: Lu You

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. The reception dishes in the harvest year are very rich. The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns, worrying that there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared between willows and flowers.

The day of playing the flute and drums for the Spring Festival Club is coming, and the simple ancient style is still preserved. In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with a cane.

3. Chai Feng's red hands, Song Dynasty: Lu You

Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no. Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo!

In your rosy and crisp hands, you hold a cup full of yellow wine. The city is full of spring scenery, but you are as far away as the palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is, blowing the joy so thin. Full of sadness, life is bleak after leaving for a few years. In retrospect, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring remains the same, but people are haggard and emaciated.

Tears washed away the rouge on my face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms were blown off by the wind and sprinkled on cold ponds and pavilions. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!

4. Xiuer, Song Dynasty: Lu You

I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!

I know I have nothing after I die, but I feel very sad that I can't see the reunification of the country. Don't forget to tell me when you hold a family sacrifice when the army of the Song Dynasty recovered the lost land in the Central Plains!

5. 1 1 On the 4th of the month, there were two great storms, a land tour in the Song Dynasty.

It's getting dark, and the wind has rolled up the rain on the rivers and lakes, splashing all over the mountains like huge waves. The small fire and the felt wrapped around it are so warm that neither my cat nor I want to go out. I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country. The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.

The sky is dark, the wind is rolling the rain on the rivers and lakes, and the heavy rain on the surrounding mountains is like the sound of huge waves rolling. The small fire burning in the stream and the felt wrapped around me are very warm, so neither the cat nor I want to go out.

Living in a remote village, I can't afford to lie down I don't feel sorry for my situation, but I still want to defend the frontier for my country. Late at night, I lay in bed, heard the sound of wind and rain, and dreamed that I was riding an armored war horse, crossing the frozen river and heading for the northern battlefield.