烟雨红尘，弦断山中，水边知音，奈何灵魂飘潦。
Misty rain red dust, string broken mountain, water bosom friend,but the soul flow.
几人愿，难回还，擦掌须臾停搁肩。几回烟雨都空付，残梦微醺，淋憔悴醒。
A few people wish, difficult return, wipe a moment to stopshoulder. A few misty rain are empty pay, residual dream slightlydrunk, drench gaunt wake up.
诗中那悠长寂寥的雨巷弥漫出，恰似一江春水向东流的忧愁，烟雨如梦如愁，物是人非，欲语泪先流。
In the poem, the long lonely lane of rain diffused out, just likea river of spring water to the east of sorrow, misty rain like adream, such as sorrow, things are different, tears flow first.
淡年一如炊烟，淡淡的呛人味似那佛不掉的哀愁陪你偷偷在寂静的时间里傻傻哭泣。
Light years as smoke, light choking like the Buddha does not dropsorrow accompany you secretly in the silent time silly cry.
汀梨花烟雨的飘扬旧念，随指尖落英携香散落
Tinglihua misty rain fluttering old thoughts, with the fingertipfalling with incense scattered
穿越一幕烟雨落花的江南，芦花似雪的岸堤之上，你安雅的笑容，白衣素素的清装，勾勒成心中一抹惊鸿照影，刻在落花流水的风皱里。
Pass through the jiangnan of a scene misty rain falls a flower, onthe bank bank that lu Hua is like snow, the smile of your an ya, theclear outfit of white dress element, draw the outline of be a heartin wipe jing Hong to take a shadow, in the wind of falling a flowerflowing water is wrinkled.
那转身倾付的江南烟雨，滴落得淅沥，摇曳得孤寂。
The turn to pay jiangnan misty rain, dripping, swaying to thepatter of loneliness.
杨柳依依，桃红柳绿，这个时节，自然少不了烟雨朦胧。
Willow yiyi, peach red willow green, this season, not the naturalmisty hazy.
烟雨，是一副山水画!属于耕者的画面。
Misty rain, is a landscape painting! The picture belongs to thetiller.
岁月在时光的深处划上了不同的符号，而烟雨必然是属于故乡最独特的符号。
Years in the depths of time delimit on different symbols, andmisty rain is bound to belong to the hometown of the most uniquesymbols.
烟雨的日子，故乡是静谧的。远处的青山，静静地打量着，任凭细雨蒙蒙，将往日的尘埃一点一点洗刷，山更绿了。
Misty rain days, hometown is quiet. The distance of the castlepeak, quietly looking at, let the drizzle, the dust of the past bitby bit, the mountain is greener.
烟雨，是故乡的魂，淅淅沥沥下在游子的心头。
Misty rain, is the soul of home, falling in the heart of wanderer.
每一种情投意合，都是无边烟雨的濛濛。命运自有它自己的走向，看似手中掌握，却完全不由你我主宰。
Each kind of congenial, is boundless misty rain. Destiny has itsown direction, seemingly in the hand, but not you and me.
一泓秋水，被风吹皱的思念刺痛着从前，那些流着泪的笑和放肆的哭，终是随了红尘烟雨，溅起一杯婉约的惆怅。
A pool of autumn water, the yearning that is blown by the windwrinkles is stinging formerly, those who are streaming tears laughand wantless cry, it is to follow the misty rain of the world ofmortals eventually, splash a cup of graceful melancholy.
