Translation of Biedong's Great Poems

Don't move two poems by Gao Shi of Tang Dynasty.

Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.

Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you.

Thousands of miles are dark, dark and faint, and the north wind blows snowflakes and heavy snow.

Don't worry about the road ahead, don't know the king of the world?

"Dong Da" is Dong, so he is called "Dong Da" because he is the boss of the family. People in the Tang Dynasty like to match his ranking. He was a famous pianist in the Kaiyuan and Tianbao periods in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, a native of Longxi, and wrote "Big Hu Jia" and "Little Hu Jia".

During the Tianbao period, he lived an idle life and was often in poverty. After traveling with Li Bai and Du Fu in the Liang and Song Dynasties, they did not continue to travel far, but temporarily settled in Songzhou, studying in agriculture and waiting for the opportunity.

In the spring of the sixth year of Tianbao, Fang Guan, the official of the official department, was demoted to the DPRK, and the door boy Dong also left Chang 'an. This winter, Gao Shi and Dong met in Suiyang and wrote two songs, Biedongda.

We are familiar with the song "Everyone knows the monarch".

"Thousands of miles in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows geese and snow."

"Hey", sunset, hazy. This sentence is a scene description when saying goodbye.

The open atmosphere and cool and magnificent scenery are all related to parting (thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the north wind blows geese), but Gao Shi did not immerse himself in sadness, but wrote impassioned magnificence through transcendental tolerance and endowment, with the breadth of the far-off, the coldness of the snow, the control of feelings with reason, and the selection of scenery with feelings.

Huang Yun blocks the sun for thousands of miles, leaving only a small corner of the sun. After nightfall, the north wind started again, and the wind roared, accompanied by the swirl of snowflakes.

"Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and the whole world doesn't know you?"

Don't worry, you won't have a bosom friend in the future. How many people in the world don't know you?