Memories of Brothers on a Moonlit Night and Passing by Jia Yi's Former Residence in Changsha.

Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Translation:

Garrison the drums upstairs to break pedestrians, and the lonely geese sing in autumn night.

Starting from tonight, I entered the Millennium solar term, and the moon in my hometown is still the brightest.

Although there are brothers, they are all separated, and it is impossible to find out about them.

Letters from home to Luoyang have never been delivered, and frequent wars have never stopped.

Passing through Changsha Jiayi's former residence

Author: Liu Changqing

Jia Yi lived here in exile for three years, which is a tragedy of tens of millions of generations.

I look for traces of human existence in autumn grass and watch the sunset slowly tilt in the cold forest.

Han Wendi is weak and weak, and Xiangjiang River water doesn't want to pay tribute, okay?

Leaves fall in the lonely and lonely mountains. Poor you don't know why you are wandering in the world.

Translation:

Jia Yi was banished to this place for three years, and suffered a thousand generations of sorrow.

I am looking for your footprints in the autumn grass, and the sunset is slowly tilting in the cold forest.

Why is Emperor Wendi kind and kind to you? Who knows the Xiangjiang River?

Lonely and cold, leaves fall in the mountains one after another. Poor you, I don't know why you were exiled here.