On Fan Zhongyan's Poetry
1, Su Curtain Covers the Sky [Song]? fan zhongyan
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.
The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
Vernacular translation
Blue sky, white clouds and yellow leaves, autumn scenery is connected with water waves in the river, which are filled with green and cold smoke.
The mountains reflect the sunset, the blue sky reflects the river, and the grass is ungrateful, extending to the horizon beyond the sunset.
Missing my hometown silently is sad, and lingering worries are hard to get rid of. Unless I dream well every night, I can get a moment's comfort.
I don't want to look at the tall building alone on a moonlit night, but I want to pour bitter wine into my sadness and turn it into tears of acacia.
2. Fisherman on the river [Song]? fan zhongyan
People who come to the river often only love perches. Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
Vernacular translation
People coming and going on the river only like delicious perch. Look, the fisherman is driving a flat boat, going in and out in the wind and waves.
3. Wuyi tea song [Song]? fan zhongyan
Every spring comes to the southeast wind, and the simple stream is slightly warm first.
Strange tea by the stream is the highest in the world, and Wuyi immortals have been planted since ancient times.
Translation:
Every spring in the south, the weather in Jian Xi first gets warmer, and some cracks are slightly exposed in the frozen area.
There is strange tea by the stream, which is famous all over the world. It was planted by ancient Wuyi immortals.
4. "Wild Color" [Song]? fan zhongyan
It is neither smoke nor fog, but also reflected on the balcony.
Bai Niao suddenly appeared, and the sunset was still shining.
May I sleep with the grass, I doubt that I will sail.
Who said "the will of the mountain Lord"? You can't come back until you are drunk.
Vernacular translation:
It's not smoke or fog, it's densely covered on the balcony.
Bai Niao came and broke the silence of the wild color; The setting sun shines low, like a sword, cut it open.
How can it die with the rest of the grass? I really doubt that it followed the white sail in the distance and gradually came.
Who can know the taste of Gong Shan? He climbs high and overlooks every day, indulging in wild colors and indulging in them.