Cold poems of the twenty-four solar terms

Yan, a poet in Song Dynasty, wrote "Philip Burkart people are red leaves and yellow flowers in autumn".

Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers.

Flying clouds pass by, and no letter returns to the flood. Where can I send books?

Tears are endless, so I spin ink on the inkstone.

I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.

Translation:

The leaves in the forest have turned red, and Huang Ju is blooming everywhere. Now it is late autumn. I can't help but miss the wanderers thousands of miles away. The clouds on the horizon kept drifting away, and Guiyan didn't send him any news. I don't know where the wanderer is, where can I deliver books?

The more disappointed I am, the more I miss it. I was so sad that I cried at the window. I can't stop crying. I will use it to grind ink and write letters. Bit by bit, until after parting, feelings deepened and tears were even more unbearable. They dripped on the letterhead and even faded the color of the red letterhead.

Extended data

With the word "send a book", I shed tears and grind ink, and tears fell on the red note. The sadder I feel, the more tears I shed, and even the scarlet letter on the note disappeared. It is a prominent artistic feature of this word to express one's feelings in an exaggerated way and write the course of emotional development.

The first two sentences describe the heroine's yearning for autumn, which not only points out the season and environment, but also highlights the theme. The word "late" implies a long separation, and "a thousand miles" points out the distance apart. Two sentences explain time and space, leaving room for the following. "Flying clouds are exhausted, returning to Hong without a letter" is a guest.

The sentence "where to send the book" is the Lord. Hongyan, with clouds in the sky, flies from north to south. The people in the boudoir looked at the sky, hoping that Gui Hong would bring news of the wanderer. "Too much" has written down its disappointment. Because of "no letter", I don't know where the wanderer is now, and I can't deliver books if I indulge myself.