Three Men Walking | Flowers Remain, East Lord, I Wronged You, Wandered into the Misty Bamboo Grove.
'Three Strands' 35
Being Troubled by Flowers - Spring Dreams
Article by / Lotus Books
Twilight locks the courtyard with deep apricot blossoms, a shy branch outside the wall.
Mountain crows and pigeons startled by the snow, '
Hidden sorrow, pale smoke, cherish but deeply mournful, '
Quiet steps, bamboo sounds ethereal, no need for the young woman's flute to play through, '
Spring resentment willows clinging, afraid no one will sing peach blossoms, '
West window shears candle, arouse new sorrow, don't understand clove fragrance knot, '
Who knows not to cry, seeks remaining dreams, flies ancient butterfly, '
Hatred only, being troubled now still wants the moon, '
Being Troubled by Flowers (in rhyme)
Article by / Yang Yun
Counting flowers is always three parts troubled, still a cold crane, '
The willows by the at the edge of the courtyard sway and flutter, '
Long folds all finished, no one to entrust, tears stain the trailing shawl, '
Heart character broken, jade strings cool, jade table flower shadow drowns the withered, '
Truly regretting many loves, love's sentiment scattered like wind through the forest and bamboo groves, '
Wild moss covers the path, withered bamboo shrouded in smoke, Du Yu's weeping voice subsides, '
Peach blossoms and apricots in full bloom, pink and green, shadows lonely accompany a solitary figure, '
Pouring wine, let it fall, then let it linger, '
Being Troubled by Flowers (in rhyme)
Article by / Liu Xiang
Clear shadows along the road, green as a path, the sky ends, rain and clouds piled up, '
Weeping grass grasps clothing, willows lower and flutter, '
Observing fish by the lake, migrating seagulls fly away, a strand of river mist obscures, '
Birds sing, streams flow, the sound of old times when the weather was good seems to continue, '
Vast expanse evokes contemplation, worldly coldness permeates the poems, '
Light dust, delicate cobwebs, flowers, petals fall, staining the ink on the lyricist's shoulders, '
Too much effort and nonsense, alas, let's all drink and dissipate together, may it be a good year, '
Letting the inspiration flow, the east wind scatters without a place to be heard, '
'Three Strands' 36
Hatred of Yanju - Spring Lament
Article by / Lotus Books
The wind blows rain on pear blossoms, no words, tears on the many, '
Moss grows sparsely, abandoned meadow and deep ravines, flying pollen through willow, '
Swallows and songbirds cease singing, don't ask about the scent of fragrance, '
Red and white, though compatible, don't let spring pass without a trace, let the lyrics keep company, '
Quietly locking a garden, fragmented shadows, three strands broken, remembering the joy of the past, still recall the song of parting, '
Water sounds mournful, left to accompany lyricist, '
Calling sorrow and waking, self-pour cup, sadness lingering, '
Flowers still, East Lord, I wronged you, wandered into the misty bamboo grove, '
'Three Strands' 36 (in rhyme)
Article by / Yang Yun
May it be Qingming, after the rain, geese across the South Building, leaving me with yearning, '
Don't let windows overflowing with sorrow be touched by the willows, don't tie a boat, don't let the lyrics be thin, '
Silken ribbons, smudged with green, who raises a zither, truly startling, '
Drunk looking at drifting clouds, enclosing distant peaks, drinking away longing, then opening again the peach wine, '
'Three Strands' 36 (in rhyme)
Article by / Liu Xiang
Send the East Pavilion, people dispersed, leaning on the bridge, ten leaves shed, the bird sings to the spring rhyme, four corners, letting birds fly, '
Longing for spring and willows and green, let birds cry and fish, let's start from now to be neighbors in the mountains and forests, '
Longing for spring, willows, and green, birds' cries and fish's fragrance, let's start from now to be neighbors in the mountains and forests, '
'Three Strands' 37
Su Mu Ke - Returning Home
Article by / Lotus Books
May it be Qingming, after the rain, geese across the South Building, leaving me with yearning, '
Truly troubled without love, leaning on the bank, don't tie a boat, don't let the lyrics be thin, '
Silken ribbons, smudged with green, who raises a zither, truly startling, '
Drunk looking at drifting clouds, enclosing distant peaks, drinking away longing, then opening again the peach wine, '
'Three Strands' 37 (in rhyme)
Article by / Yang Yun
Tell of Qingming, after the rain, geese across the South Building, leaving me with yearning, '
Truly troubled without love, leaning on the bank, don't tie a boat, don't let the lyrics be thin, '
Silken ribbons, smudged with green, who raises a zither, truly startling, '
Drunk looking at drifting clouds, enclosing distant peaks, drinking away longing, then opening again the peach wine, '
'Three Strands' 37 (in rhyme)
Article by / Liu Xiang
Send the East Pavilion, people dispersed, leaning on the bridge, ten leaves shed, the bird sings to the spring rhyme, four corners, letting birds fly, '
Longing for spring, willows, and green, birds' cries and fish's fragrance, let's start from now to be neighbors in the mountains and forests, '
'Three Strands' 38
Eight Sounds - Ganzhou Spring Lament
Article by / Lotus Books
Hatred of the river wind bringing rain on pear blossoms, no words, tears on the many, '
Moss grows sparsely, abandoned meadow and deep ravines, flying pollen through willow, '
Swallows and songbirds cease singing, don't ask about the scent of fragrance, '
Red and white, though compatible, don't let spring pass without a trace, let the lyrics keep company, '
Quietly locking a garden, fragmented shadows, three strands broken, remembering the joy of the past, still recall the song of parting, '
Water sounds mournful, left to accompany lyricist, '
Calling sorrow and waking, self-pour cup, sadness lingering, '
Flowers still, East Lord, I wronged you, wandered into the misty bamboo grove, '
'Three Strands' 38 (in rhyme)
Article by / Yang Yun
Let the fragrance of flowers smell the jade, let the fragrance of flowers smell the jade, '
Distant peaks and valleys are sparsely covered with moss, and the branches of willows are drooping, with a clear melody to accompany, '
The river is flowing to the shore, the branches of willows are drooping, with a clear melody to accompany, '
The sound of the river is flowing to the shore, the branches of willows are drooping, with a clear melody to accompany, '
