Operator? Plum blossom ode

Broken bridge outside the post, lonely open.

At dusk alone, the wind and rain are even heavier.

Unintentional, 7 bitter, striving for spring, Fang Qun is next? Jealous? .

Scattered? Mud mill? Making dust? Only as sweet as ever? .

Annotation translation

Word annotation

① The operator of divination (incarnation B): selected from the Song version of two double-shot buildings in Wu's Weinan Ci. Fu is a epigraph name. Also known as "Hundred-foot Building", "Meifeng Wall", "Chu Tianyao" and "Hanging Moon Tree". Shi Mao said: "Luo Yi Bird (Luo) used several names in his poems. People called them' diviners', so he chose this name." . According to the words of the valley,' it seems to support the sale of fortune tellers', covering those who sell fortune tellers today. "

(2) Outside the post: refers to a desolate and deserted place. Post station: a post station, a post horse or a special building for officials to rest halfway.

3 broken bridge: a broken bridge. Speaking of "broken" and "hairpin", the hairpin bridge is a bridge that was set up in ancient times to catch crabs.

4 loneliness: loneliness and cold.

⑤ ownerless: self-defeating, no one cares, and happy.

⑥ Geng: adverb, zai, zai. Zhu ó: The same as "forbearance", suffering and forbearance. What's more: I was again.

⑦ Unintentional: I don't want to, I have no mind. I don't want to struggle for beauty.

8 suffering: try your best, try your best.

Pet-name ruby for spring: contend with flowers. This refers to the power struggle.

One semester: the whole semester, completely at your disposal; One: adverbs, complete, complete, without exception. Ren: Verb, whatever.

Fang Qun: Flowers, flowers. Baihua, here refers to the poet's political enemy-the Lord and faction who stole an 'an.

Jealousy (dü): Jealousy.

Autumn: wither, autumn.

Rolling (ni ǐ n): rolling, rolling.

Dust: turn into dust.

As always, the fragrance is still there.

Vernacular translation

By the broken bridge outside the post office. Plum blossoms are in bloom and I am lonely. No one came to appreciate them. It is sad enough to be alone at dusk, and it is blown away by the wind and rain. It blooms at the head of a hundred flowers, but it has no intention of competing with them for spring and making them jealous. Even if the flowers fall and are crushed into dust and mud, there is still a permanent fragrance in the world.