望岳 赠卫八处士 佳人 石壕吏 梦李白之一 梦李白之二 丹青引赠曹霸将军 寄韩谏议 古柏行 观公孙大娘弟子舞剑器行并序
岱宗夫如何？ 齐鲁青未了。 造化钟神秀， 阴阳割昏晓。 荡胸生层云， 决眥入归鸟。 会当凌绝顶， 一览众山小。 A VIEW OF TAISHAN What shall I say of the Great Peak? -- The ancient dukedoms are everywhere green, Inspired and stirred by the breath of creation, With the Twin Forces balancing day and night. ...I bare my breast toward opening clouds, I strain my sight after birds flying home. When shall I reach the top and hold All mountains in a single glance?
人生不相见， 动如参与商， 今夕复何夕？ 共此灯烛光。 少壮能几时？ 鬓发各已苍。 访旧半为鬼， 惊呼热中肠。 焉知二十载， 重上君子堂。 昔别君未婚， 儿女忽成行； 怡然敬父执， 问我来何方。 问答乃未已， 驱儿罗酒浆。 夜雨剪春韭， 新炊间黄粱。 主称会面难， 一举累十觞； 十觞亦不醉， 感子故意长。 明日隔山岳， 世事两茫茫。 TO MY RETIRED FRIEND WEI It is almost as hard for friends to meet As for the morning and evening stars. Tonight then is a rare event, Joining, in the candlelight, Two men who were young not long ago But now are turning grey at the temples. ...To find that half our friends are dead Shocks us, burns our hearts with grief. We little guessed it would be twenty years Before I could visit you again. When I went away, you were still unmarried; But now these boys and girls in a row Are very kind to their father\'s old friend. They ask me where I have been on my journey; And then, when we have talked awhile, They bring and show me wines and dishes, Spring chives cut in the night-rain And brown rice cooked freshly a special way. ...My host proclaims it a festival, He urges me to drink ten cups -- But what ten cups could make me as drunk As I always am with your love in my heart? ...Tomorrow the mountains will separate us; After tomorrow-who can say?
绝代有佳人， 幽居在空谷； 自云良家子， 零落依草木。 关中昔丧乱， 兄弟遭杀戮； 官高何足论？ 不得收骨肉。 世情恶衰歇， 万事随转烛。 夫婿轻薄儿， 新人美如玉。 合昏尚知时， 鸳鸯不独宿； 但见新人笑， 那闻旧人哭？ 在山泉水清， 出山泉水浊。 侍婢卖珠回， 牵萝补茅屋。 摘花不插发， 采柏动盈掬。 天寒翠袖薄， 日暮倚修竹。 ALONE IN HER BEAUTY Who is lovelier than she? Yet she lives alone in an empty valley. She tells me she came from a good family Which is humbled now into the dust. ...When trouble arose in the Kuan district, Her brothers and close kin were killed. What use were their high offices, Not even shielding their own lives? -- The world has but scorn for adversity; Hope goes out, like the light of a candle. Her husband, with a vagrant heart, Seeks a new face like a new piece of jade; And when morning-glories furl at night And mandarin-ducks lie side by side, All he can see is the smile of the new love, While the old love weeps unheard. The brook was pure in its mountain source, But away from the mountain its waters darken. ...Waiting for her maid to come from selling pearls For straw to cover the roof again, She picks a few flowers, no longer for her hair, And lets pine-needles fall through her fingers, And, forgetting her thin silk sleeve and the cold, She leans in the sunset by a tall bamboo.
暮投石壕村 有吏夜捉人 老翁逾墙走 老妇出门看 吏呼一何怒 妇啼一何苦 听妇前致词 三男邺城戍 一男附书至 二男新战死 存者且偷生 死者长已矣 室中更无人 惟有乳下孙 孙有母未去 出入无完裙 老妪力虽衰 请从吏夜归 急应河阳役 犹得备晨炊 夜久语声绝 如闻泣幽咽 天明登前途 独与老翁别 The Pressgang At Stone Moat Village I seek for shelter as night falls; A pressgang comes and presses for more. My poor old host climbs o'er the walls; My hostess old answers the door. How angry is the sergeant's shout! How pitiful the woman's plight! I hear what she tries to speak out: "All my three sons have gone to fight, And one of them sent word to me; The other two in battle slain, He'll keep alive if he can be; The dead can't come to life again. Within the house no man is left Except my grandson at the breast; His mother now of all bereft Cann't come out, in tatters drest. Though I'm a woman weak and old, I beg to follow on your heels That I may serve at the stronghold And cook for you the morning meals." With night her voices fade away; I seem to hear still sob and sigh. At dawn I go upon my way And only bid my host good-bye.
死别已吞声， 生别常恻恻。 江南瘴疠地， 逐客无消息。 故人入我梦， 明我长相忆； 君今在罗网， 何以有羽翼？ 恐非平生魂， 路远不可测。 魂来枫林青， 魂返关塞黑； 落月满屋梁， 犹疑照颜色。 水深波浪阔， 无使蛟龙得。 SEEING Li Bai IN A DREAM I There are sobs when death is the cause of parting; But life has its partings again and again. ...From the poisonous damps of the southern river You had sent me not one sign from your exile -- Till you came to me last night in a dream, Because I am always thinking of you. I wondered if it were really you, Venturing so long a journey. You came to me through the green of a forest, You disappeared by a shadowy fortress.... Yet out of the midmost mesh of your snare, How could you lift your wings and use them? ...I woke, and the low moon\'s glimmer on a rafter Seemed to be your face, still floating in the air. ...There were waters to cross, they were wild and tossing; If you fell, there were dragons and rivermonsters.
浮云终日行， 游子久不至； 三夜频梦君， 情亲见君意。 告归常局促， 苦道来不易。 江湖多风波， 舟楫恐失坠。 出门搔白首， 若负平生志。 冠盖满京华， 斯人独憔悴。 孰云网恢恢？ 将老身反累！ 千秋万岁名， 寂寞身后事。 SEEING Li Bai IN A DREAM II This cloud, that has drifted all day through the sky, May, like a wanderer, never come back.... Three nights now I have dreamed of you -- As tender, intimate and real as though I were awake. And then, abruptly rising to go, You told me the perils of adventure By river and lake-the storms, the wrecks, The fears that are borne on a little boat; And, here in my doorway, you rubbed your white head As if there were something puzzling you. ...Our capital teems with officious people, While you are alone and helpless and poor. Who says that the heavenly net never fails? It has brought you ill fortune, old as you are. ...A thousand years\' fame, ten thousand years\' fame- What good, when you are dead and gone.
将军魏武之子孙， 于今为庶为青门； 英雄割据虽已矣！ 文采风流今尚存。 学书初学卫夫人， 但恨无过王右军。 丹青不知老将至， 富贵于我如浮云。 开元之中常引见， 承恩数上南熏殿， 凌烟功臣少颜色， 将军下笔开生面。 良相头上进贤冠， 猛将腰间大羽箭。 褒公鄂公毛发动， 英姿飒爽犹酣战。 先帝天马玉花骢， 画工如山貌不同。 是日牵来赤墀下， 迥立阊阖生长风。 诏谓将军拂绢素， 意匠惨淡经营中； 斯须九重真龙出， 一洗万古凡马空。 玉花却在御榻上， 榻上庭前屹相向； 至尊含笑催赐金， 圉人太仆皆惆怅， 弟子韩干早入室， 亦能画马穷殊相； 干惟画肉不画骨， 忍使骅骝气凋丧。 将军画善盖有神， 偶逢佳士亦写真； 即今漂泊干戈际， 屡貌寻常行路人。 涂穷反遭俗眼白， 世上未有如公贫； 但看古来盛名下， 终日坎壈缠其身。 又作途 A SONG OF A PAINTING TO GENERAL CAO O General, descended from Wei\'s Emperor Wu, You are nobler now than when a noble.... Conquerors and their velour perish, But masters of beauty live forever. ...With your brush-work learned from Lady Wei And second only to Wang Xizhi\'s, Faithful to your art, you know no age, Letting wealth and fame drift by like clouds. ...In the years of Kaiyuan you were much with the Emperor, Accompanied him often to the Court of the South Wind. When the spirit left great statesmen, on walls of the Hall of Fame The point of your brush preserved their living faces. You crowned all the premiers with coronets of office; You fitted all commanders with arrows at their girdles; You made the founders of this dynasty, with every hair alive, Seem to be just back from the fierceness of a battle. ...The late Emperor had a horse, known as Jade Flower, Whom artists had copied in various poses. They led him one day to the red marble stairs With his eyes toward the palace in the deepening air. Then, General, commanded to proceed with your work, You centred all your being on a piece of silk. And later, when your dragon-horse, born of the sky, Had banished earthly horses for ten thousand generations, There was one Jade Flower standing on the dais And another by the steps, and they marvelled at each other.... The Emperor rewarded you with smiles and with gifts, While officers and men of the stud hung about and stared. ...Han Gan, your follower, has likewise grown proficient At representing horses in all their attitudes; But picturing the flesh, he fails to draw the bone- So that even the finest are deprived of their spirit. You, beyond the mere skill, used your art divinely- And expressed, not only horses, but the life of a good man.... Yet here you are, wandering in a world of disorder And sketching from time to time some petty passerby People note your case with the whites of their eyes. There\'s nobody purer, there\'s nobody poorer. ...Read in the records, from earliest times, How hard it is to be a great artist.
今我不乐思岳阳， 身欲奋飞病在床。 美人娟娟隔秋水， 濯足洞庭望八荒。 鸿飞冥冥日月白， 青枫叶赤天雨霜。 玉京群帝集北斗， 或骑麒麟翳凤凰。 芙蓉旌旗烟雾落， 影动倒景摇潇湘。 星宫之君醉琼浆， 羽人稀少不在旁。 似闻昨者赤松子， 恐是汉代韩张良； 昔随刘氏定长安， 帷幄未改神惨伤。 国家成败吾岂敢？ 色难腥腐餐枫香。 周南留滞古所惜， 南极老人应寿昌。 美人胡为隔秋水？ 焉得置之贡玉堂。 A LETTER TO CENSOR HAN I am sad. My thoughts are in Youzhou. I would hurry there-but I am sick in bed. ...Beauty would be facing me across the autumn waters. Oh, to wash my feet in Lake Dongting and see at its eight corners Wildgeese flying high, sun and moon both white, Green maples changing to red in the frosty sky, Angels bound for the Capital of Heaven, near the North Star, Riding, some of them phrenixes, and others unicorns, With banners of hibiscus and with melodies of mist, Their shadows dancing upside-down in the southern rivers, Till the Queen of the Stars, drowsy with her nectar, Would forget the winged men on either side of her! ...From the Wizard of the Red Pine this word has come for me: That after his earlier follower he has now a new disciple Who, formerly at the capital as Emperor Liu\'s adviser, In spite of great successes, never could be happy. ...What are a country\'s rise and fall? Can flesh-pots be as fragrant as mountain fruit?.... I grieve that he is lost far away in the south. May the star of long life accord him its blessing! ...O purity, to seize you from beyond the autumn waters And to place you as an offering in the Court of Imperial Jade.
孔明庙前有老柏， 柯如青铜根如石； 双皮溜雨四十围， 黛色参天二千尺。 君臣已与时际会， 树木犹为人爱惜。 云来气接巫峡长， 月出寒通雪山白。 忆昨路绕锦亭东， 先主武侯同閟宫。 崔嵬枝干郊原古， 窈窕丹青户牖空。 落落盘踞虽得地， 冥冥孤高多烈风。 扶持自是神明力， 正直元因造化功。 大厦如倾要梁栋， 万?；厥浊鹕街?。 不露文章世已惊， 未辞剪伐谁能送？ 苦心岂免容蝼蚁？ 香叶终经宿鸾凤。 志士幽人莫怨嗟， 古来材大难为用。 又作霜 又作原 A SONG OF AN OLD CYPRESS Beside the Temple of the Great Premier stands an ancient cypress With a trunk of green bronze and a root of stone. The girth of its white bark would be the reach of forty men And its tip of kingfish-blue is two thousand feet in heaven. Dating from the days of a great ruler\'s great statesman, Their very tree is loved now and honoured by the people. Clouds come to it from far away, from the Wu cliffs, And the cold moon glistens on its peak of snow. ...East of the Silk Pavilion yesterday I found The ancient ruler and wise statesman both worshipped in one temple, Whose tree, with curious branches, ages the whole landscape In spite of the fresh colours of the windows and the doors. And so firm is the deep root, so established underground, That its lone lofty boughs can dare the weight of winds, Its only protection the Heavenly Power, Its only endurance the art of its Creator. Though oxen sway ten thousand heads, they cannot move a mountain. ...When beams are required to restore a great house, Though a tree writes no memorial, yet people understand That not unless they fell it can use be made of it.... Its bitter heart may be tenanted now by black and white ants, But its odorous leaves were once the nest of phoenixes and pheasants. ...Let wise and hopeful men harbour no complaint. The greater the timber, the tougher it is to use.
大历二年十月十九日夔府别驾元持宅见临颍李十二 娘舞剑器，壮其蔚跂。 问其所师，曰︰余公孙大娘 弟子也?？?，余尚童稚，记于郾城观公孙氏 舞剑器浑脱。浏漓顿挫，独出冠时。自高头宜春梨 园二伎坊内人，洎外供奉， 晓是舞者，圣文神武皇 帝初，公孙一人而已。玉貌锦衣，况余白首！今兹 弟子亦匪盛颜。既辨其由来，知波澜莫二。抚事慷 慨，聊为剑器行。 昔者吴人张旭善草书书帖，数尝 于邺县见公孙大娘舞西河剑器，自此草书长进， 豪 荡感激。即公孙可知矣！ 昔有佳人公孙氏， 一舞剑器动四方。 观者如山色沮丧， 天地为之久低昂。 霍如羿射九日落， 矫如群帝骖龙翔， 来如雷霆收震怒， 罢如江海凝清光。 绛唇珠袖两寂寞， 晚有弟子传芬芳。 临颍美人在白帝， 妙舞此曲神扬扬。 与余问答既有以， 感时抚事增惋伤。 先帝侍女八千人， 公孙剑器初第一。 五十年间似反掌， 风尘澒洞昏王室。 梨园子弟散如烟， 女乐余姿映寒日。 金粟堆前木已拱， 瞿塘石城草萧瑟。 玳筵急管曲复终， 乐极哀来月东出。 老夫不知其所往？ 足茧荒山转愁疾。 A SONG OF DAGGER-DANCING TO A GIRL-PUPIL OF LADY GONGSUN On the 19th of the Tenth-month in the second year of Dali, I saw, in the house of the Kueifu official Yuante, a girl named Li from Lingying dancing with a dagger. I admired her skill and asked who was her teacher. She named Lady Gongsun. I remembered that in the third year of Kaiyuan at Yancheng, when I was a little boy, I saw Lady Gongsun dance. She was the only one in the Imperial Theatre who could dance with this weapon. Now she is aged and unknown, and even her pupil has passed the heyday of beauty. I wrote this poem to express my wistfulness. The work of Zhang Xu of the Wu district, that great master of grassy writing, was improved by his having been present when Lady Gongsun danced in the Yeh district. From this may be judged the art of Gongsun. There lived years ago the beautiful Gongsun, Who, dancing with her dagger, drew from all four quarters An audience like mountains lost among themselves. Heaven and earth moved back and forth, following her motions, Which were bright as when the Archer shot the nine suns down the sky And rapid as angels before the wings of dragons. She began like a thunderbolt, venting its anger, And ended like the shining calm of rivers and the sea.... But vanished are those red lips and those pearly sleeves; And none but this one pupil bears the perfume of her fame, This beauty from Lingying, at the Town of the White God, Dancing still and singing in the old blithe way. And while we reply to each other\'s questions, We sigh together, saddened by changes that have come. There were eight thousand ladies in the late Emperor\'s court, But none could dance the dagger-dance like Lady Gongsun. ...Fifty years have passed, like the turning of a palm; Wind and dust, filling the world, obscure the Imperial House. Instead of the Pear-Garden Players, who have blown by like a mist, There are one or two girl-musicians now-trying to charm the cold Sun. There are man-size trees by the Emperor\'s Golden Tomb I seem to hear dead grasses rattling on the cliffs of Qutang. ...The song is done, the slow string and quick pipe have ceased. At the height of joy, sorrow comes with the eastern moon rising. And I, a poor old man, not knowing where to go, Must harden my feet on the lone hills, toward sickness and despair.
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