Ancient poems about flowers (5 poems)
1, Plum Blossom by Wang Anshi in Northern Song Dynasty
Original text:
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Translation:
Several plum blossoms in the corner are blooming alone in the cold.
Why do you know from a distance that Bai Meihua is not snow? Because there is a faint plum blossom fragrance.
2. Su Shi's Begonia in Song Dynasty
Original text:
The east wind is full of worship, and the fragrant fog turns to the corridor.
I was afraid that the flowers would fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I lit candles and put on red makeup.
Translation:
The east wind blew away the faint clouds, revealing the moon, and the moonlight was also faint. The fragrance of flowers melted in the hazy fog, and the moon had moved over the cloister in the courtyard.
I was just afraid that the flowers would fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I lit a tall candle and refused to miss the opportunity to enjoy the blooming begonia.
3. Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty.
Original text:
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
Translation:
In April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temple in the mountains have just opened.
I often regret that spring has gone nowhere to look, but I don't know that it has come here.
4. Cold Chrysanthemum by Zheng Sixiao in Southern Song Dynasty.
Original text:
Flowers can't bloom, and independent fences are not poor.
Instead of blowing incense into the north wind, it is better to hold it in the branches and wait for death!
Translation:
You are open in autumn and never associate with flowers. Alone by the sparse fence, your sentiment and interest have not diminished.
I would rather die in the branches than in the cold north wind!
5. Northern Song Dynasty Wang Anshi's "Apricot Blossoms on the North Skin"
Original text:
A vicious spring water surrounds the flower body, and the figure is enchanting.
It is better to be blown into snow by the spring breeze than to be crushed into dust by Nanmo.
Translation:
Apricot flowers are surrounded by a pool of spring water, flowers on the shore and shadows in the water, all of which are so beautiful and moving.
Even if it is blown down by the ruthless east wind and flutters like snow, it will fly into clearer water than the flowers on the roadside and be crushed to dust by horses and chariots.