After the dream, the balcony was locked high, and the curtains hung low when sober. Last spring, when the hatred came, the fallen flower person became independent, and the light rain swallows flew in pairs.

I remember when Xiaoping first met, she had two hearts with the character Luo Yi. On the strings of the pipa, it says' lovesickness'. At that time, the bright moon was there, shining on the colorful clouds.

This poem expresses the poet's nostalgia for the singer Xiaoping. Xiaoping is a singer girl from a friend's family of the poet. As her friend's family declined, Xiaoping wandered into the folk and her whereabouts are unknown. The first two sentences of this poem are like a dream, expressing nostalgia for past laughter through two different scenes. Next, let's reminisce about the passing of spring, using the phrase 'swallows fly together' to highlight the loneliness and solitude of 'human independence'. When recalling Xiaoping's attire, the phrase 'double hearted' is a pun. Finally, using "bright moon" and "colorful clouds" to express infinite longing for Xiao Ping.

Generals are favored by others, have a gentle and balanced nature, and are knowledgeable in military affairs. They were used in the past and were called "Neng" by the late emperor. They were appointed as supervisors based on the opinions of the people. If they were ignorant about the affairs of the camp, they would consult them thoroughly, and they would be able to make the formation harmonious and determine the advantages and disadvantages.

Dear wise ministers, distant petty people, this was the reason why the Han dynasty prospered; Being a humble person and a wise minister from afar led to the downfall of the Han Dynasty thereafter. During the reign of the late emperor, every time he discussed this matter with his ministers, he sighed and hated Huan and Ling. Attendants, Shangshu, Changshi, and Junjun, I am aware of the loyalty and integrity of these loyal and virtuous officials. I hope Your Majesty can be close to and trust them, so that the prosperity of the Han Dynasty can be achieved and they can be treated with care.

I was originally dressed in cloth and worked diligently in Nanyang, risking my life in times of chaos and not seeking fame and fortune from the feudal lords. The late emperor did not consider his ministers to be despicable or despicable, and instead visited them three times in a thatched hut. He consulted with his ministers on matters of the present day and was grateful, so he allowed the late emperor to drive them away. After the downfall, I was entrusted with the task of being in danger at the time of the defeat: I have been here for 20 years now.

I live on the Qiantang River, where flowers fall and bloom, regardless of the season. Swallows carry the spring colors away, and a few yellow plum rains fall through the screen window. Slanting the rhinoceros comb through the clouds, half spitting, lightly tapping the sandalwood board, singing through the golden threads. In my dream, colorful clouds are nowhere to be found, and the cool night brings a bright moon to Nanpu.

Life not only takes away many beauties, but also leaves behind many regrets, which make sentimental people sigh deeply. And some of those who have gone far away are too late to remember. I often go wild in the mountains, and the higher I stand, the farther I may see. But those that were too late to look back have already piled up and tangled up, and can no longer be sorted out. Only by looking back at the roads we have just walked and savoring the subtle and astringent taste.