Ancient poems describing the early morning
1. Dawn in the Spring Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds. After one night of wind and rain, how many are the fallen flowers.
In spring, before I knew it, it was dawn, and it was the chirping bird that disturbed my deep sleep. Last night, the wind and rain kept falling. How many beautiful spring flowers were blown off?
2. In the Tang Dynasty, "Qingpingle Painting Hall rises in the morning": Li Bai
Painting Hall rises in the morning to report the snowflake falling. Looking at Jiarui with a high shutter, the color is far away from the court.
Full-bodied light leads to furnace smoke, while plain grass leads to cold Yu Pei. It should be the immortals who are drunk and crush the white clouds.
translation: I just woke up in class in the morning when someone came to report the falling snow. High-rolled curtains look at the snow flying, and the white is far and near. The momentum is like smoke from a furnace, and the flowers and plants are covered with jade defects. It is not the fairy in the sky who is drunk and crushes the white clouds at random.
3, "Shang Shan Zao Hang" Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun
started to levy priests in the morning, and the guests went to mourn their hometown. Chickens crow in Maodian Moon, and people walk in Banqiao Frost.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and the wall of Zhihuaming Post Office. Because of thinking about Duling Dream, the geese are full of returning to the pond.
when I get up at dawn, the bells of the horses and chariots have shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of xiao yue; Footprints are vague, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost. The withered oak leaves are full of barren hills and wild roads; Pale white bitter orange flowers bloom brightly on the mud wall of the post office. So I remembered the beautiful scene of dreaming of Du Ling last night. Flocks of ducks and geese are playing in the curved lake pond on the shore.
4. Returning to the Garden, Part III Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
planted beans at the foot of the southern mountain, and the grass was full of beans and seedlings were scarce. Early in the morning get up early to eradicate the weeds, the night falls on the moonlight carry hoe to return.
the road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and my clothes are exposed in the evening. It is not a pity to wet my clothes, but I hope not to go against my will.
I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and peas are sparse. Get up early in the morning and uproot weeds in the fields, and return home in the moonlight at night. The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope it doesn't go against my wish to go back to farming.
5, "Spring Dawn" Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
half wanted to be in the morning and half was not clear, drunk and smelling flowers and sleeping.
Yan Er started ringing the bell. Twenty years ago, she was in love with the temple.
It's half past midnight, but it's almost dawn, but in the soft land of drunken dreams, it's full of flowers, beautiful birds and lingering feelings.
The yellow puppy shook the temple bell and broke the silent night sky, which reminds people of what happened in Pujiu Temple at dawn twenty years ago.