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Ran Ran is in its twilight years and still has a long way to go. -Wei Yu "Fu Liangyin" When he was in his twilight years, he traveled all the way. Jade is solid, but xi can fly.

The four movements are repeated, and the cold and heat are self-sustaining.

Ran Ran is in its twilight years and still has a long way to go.

Swinging to the northeast means the fire rises to the southwest.

Hengtai has no unique voice, and Yun Xuan returns to each other.

Rich water depends on Sichuan knot, and zero dew condenses the sky.

The year of life has passed, and Qingyun takes advantage of it.

It takes a long time to fulfill the letter, so smooth thinking is enough.

Generosity is the best thing.

Mourn Fu Liang and caress him generously alone. Yuefu, lamenting life translation and annotation translation

The season is changing, the bucket handle of the Big Dipper has changed its direction, and the sun seems to fly high into the sky. The four seasons cycle, alternating cold and summer. That year and sunset are evidence of the operation of astronomical phenomena. Just now, the swaying star pointed to the northeast. It was February. In a flash, the big Mars rises from the southwest, and it is autumn. The seasons change quickly. Very Thai has been blowing, and when it doesn't stop, the dark clouds keep flying. In winter, water freezes, the weather is very cold, dripping into ice and dew condenses. The years of life are just passing away, and Xiangyun is rarely taken away, making people ascend to heaven and become immortals. If you want to take the right path, how can you be reliable in practicing loyalty? Confucius sighed at the water's edge-"The deceased is like a husband, staying up all night", isn't it because he feels that life is too short? I can't help sighing when I think about it on the top of the mountain in Fu Liang.

Fu Liang is a place name, a hill at the foot of Mount Tai. Many people were buried in the mountains after the death of the ancients, so Yin was endowed with a sad style. In this poem, Lu Ji laments the passage of time and the shortness of life. Although he acts honestly, he still has various worries. Lu Ji (26 1-303), born in Wuxian (now Suzhou, Jiangsu), was a writer and calligrapher in the Western Jin Dynasty. He is the grandson of Lu Xun, the prime minister of Sun Wu, and the son of Ah Fu. Together with his brother Lu Yun, he is called "Erlu". After the demise of Sun Wu, he became an official in Sima's regime in Jin Dynasty, and served as a folk historian in the plain, offering sacrifices to fine wine. For example, his writings were called "Lu Plain" by the world. Later, he died in the Eight Kings Rebellion and was killed by three tribes. He is "a rare genius, and his articles are the best in the world" (Biography of the Book of Jin and Lu Ji). He and his brother Lu Yun were famous writers in the Western Jin Dynasty in China, and they were known as "Taikang English". Lu Ji is also an outstanding calligrapher, and his Ping Fu Tie is the earliest authentic celebrity calligraphy in the Middle Ages. Luji

Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. Once the youth is gone, it will never come again, and you will never see the arrival of the next day. Last year, when I was on the bridge in Lu 'an, I saw Zhu Lan chanting willow cotton. Bend the index finger spring, break the finger to scare away the spring. Once a year, it's like the Yangtze River going to the waves. Hearing the cold beat of the washing mallet shake the leaves, Liaoyang expedition will go for ten years. Recalling yesterday's drinking in Xichi, it was fun every year. I haven't seen Nanshi for a long time, saying that the North Mission is empty. White hair falls to the shoulder one foot long, and 35 days away from home is the Dragon Boat Festival. I don't know when to start worrying about work. Remember that the next flower bowed its head. All the children who went to Japan grew up, but their relatives and friends withered by half in the past. Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. The days are too short, and a hundred years have passed quickly. Tingxuan was lonely and near Qingming, full of wine, and fell ill last year. It's cloudy because it's not built.