家书抵万金白头搔更短浑欲不胜簪 Words from household are worth their weight in gold. I cannot bear to scratch my grizzling hair; It grows too thin to hold a light hai

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1 赋得古原草送别 赋得古原草送别 离离原上草一岁一枯荣野火烧不尽春风吹又生远芳侵古道晴翠接荒城又送王孙去萋萋满别情 Grass On The Ancient Plain - Farewell To A Friend Wild grasses spread o'er ancient plain; With spring and fall they come and go. E'en fire can't burn them up; again They rise when vernal breezes blow. Their fragrance overruns the way; Their green invades the ruined town. To see my friend go far away, My sorrow grows like grass o'ergrown. 小寒食舟中作 小寒食舟中作 Boating After Cold-food Day 佳辰强饮食犹寒隐几萧条戴鹤冠春水船如天上坐老年花似雾中看娟娟戏蝶过闲幔片片轻鸥下急湍云白山青万余里愁看直北是长安 I try to think, but food's still cold on festive day; In hermit's cap, at table, drear and bleak I stay. My boat is drifting on above a mirrored sky; The flowers look veiled in mist to wrinkled eye. The listless curtains see butterflies dancing past; Over the rapids gulls on gulls are skimming fast. For miles and miles outspread cloud on cloud, hill on hill, But the imperial town lies farther northward still 春望 春望 国破山河在城春草木深感时花溅泪恨别鸟惊心烽火连三月 Spring View On war-torn land streams flow and mountains stand; In towns unquiet grass and wees run riot. Grieved o'er the years, flowers are moved to tears; Seeing us part, birds cry with broken heart. The beacon fire has gone higher and higher;

2 家书抵万金白头搔更短浑欲不胜簪 Words from household are worth their weight in gold. I cannot bear to scratch my grizzling hair; It grows too thin to hold a light hairpin 月夜 月夜 今夜鹿州月闺中只独看遥怜小儿女未解忆长安香雾云鬟湿清辉玉臂寒何时倚虚幌双照泪痕干 A Moonlit Night Alone in your bedchamber, you would gaze tonight At the full moon, which over Fuzhou shines so bright. I'm grieved to think of our children so far away, Too young to yearn for me, who still in Chang'an stay. Your fragrant cloudlike hair is moist with dew, it seems; Your jade-white arms would feel the cold of clear moonbeams. When shall we stand by window curtains side by side, Watching the moon with trace of tears already dried? 望 岳 望岳 Gazing At Mount Tai 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眦入归鸟会当凌绝顶一览众山小 O, peak of peaks, how high it stands! One boundless green o'erspreads two states. A marvel done by nature's hands, O'er light ang shade it dominates. Clouds rise therefrom and lave my breast; I strain my eyes and see birds fleet. I must ascend the mountain's crest; It dwarfs all peaks under my feet. 茅屋为秋风所破歌 茅屋为秋风所破歌 八月秋高风怒号卷我屋上三重茅茅飞渡江洒江郊高者挂卷长林梢 My Cottage Unroofed By Autumn Gales In the eighth moon the autumn gales furiously howl; They roll up three layers of straw from my thatched bower. The straw flies across the river and spreads in shower, Some hanging knotted on the tops of trees that tower,

3 下者飘转沉塘坳 南村群童欺我老无力忍能对面为盗贼公然抱茅入竹去唇焦口燥呼不得归来倚仗自叹息 俄顷风定云墨色秋天漠漠向昏黑布衾多年冷似铁骄儿恶卧踏里裂床头屋漏无干处雨脚如麻未断绝自经丧乱少睡眠长夜沾湿何由彻 安得广厦千万间大庇天下寒士俱欢颜风雨不动安如山呜呼! 眼前何时突兀见此屋吾庐独破受冻死亦足 Some swirling down and sinking into water foul. Urchins from Southern Village know I'm old and weak; They rob me to my face without a blush on cheek And holding armfuls of straw, into bamboos sneak. In vain I call them till my lips are parched and dry; Again alone, I lean on my cane and sigh. Shortly the gale subsides and clouds turn dark as ink; The autumn skies are shrouded and in darkness sink. My cotton quilt is cold; for years it has been worn; My restless children kick in sleep and it is torn. The roof leaks o'er beds, leaving no corner dry; Without cease the rain falls thick and fast from the sky. After the troubled times troubled has been my sleep. Wet though, how can I pass the night so long, so deep! Could I get mansions covering ten thousand miles, I'd house all scholars poor and make them beam with smiles. In wind and rain these mansions would stand like mountains hi Alas! Should these house appear before my eye, Frozen in my unroofed cot, content I'd die. 茅屋为秋风所破歌 茅屋为秋风所破歌 八月秋高风怒号卷我屋上三重茅茅飞渡江洒江郊高者挂卷长林梢下者飘转沉塘坳 南村群童欺我老无力忍能对面为盗贼公然抱茅入竹去唇焦口燥呼不得归来倚仗自叹息 俄顷风定云墨色秋天漠漠向昏黑布衾多年冷似铁骄儿恶卧踏里裂床头屋漏无干处 My Cottage Unroofed By Autumn Gales In the eighth moon the autumn gales furiously howl; They roll up three layers of straw from my thatched bower. The straw flies across the river and spreads in shower, Some hanging knotted on the tops of trees that tower, Some swirling down and sinking into water foul. Urchins from Southern Village know I'm old and weak; They rob me to my face without a blush on cheek And holding armfuls of straw, into bamboos sneak. In vain I call them till my lips are parched and dry; Again alone, I lean on my cane and sigh. Shortly the gale subsides and clouds turn dark as ink; The autumn skies are shrouded and in darkness sink. My cotton quilt is cold; for years it has been worn; My restless children kick in sleep and it is torn. The roof leaks o'er beds, leaving no corner dry;

4 雨脚如麻未断绝自经丧乱少睡眠长夜沾湿何由彻 安得广厦千万间大庇天下寒士俱欢颜风雨不动安如山呜呼! 眼前何时突兀见此屋吾庐独破受冻死亦足 Without cease the rain falls thick and fast from the sky. After the troubled times troubled has been my sleep. Wet though, how can I pass the night so long, so deep! Could I get mansions covering ten thousand miles, I'd house all scholars poor and make them beam with smiles. In wind and rain these mansions would stand like mountains hi Alas! Should these house appear before my eye, Frozen in my unroofed cot, content I'd die. 大林寺桃花 大林寺桃花 Peach blossoms In The Temple Of Great Forest 人间四月芳菲尽山寺桃花始盛开长恨春归无觅处不知转入此中来 All flowers in late spring have fallen far and wide, But peach blossoms are full-blown on the mountainside. I oft regret spring's gone and I can't find its trace, Without knowing it's come up to adorn this place 惜牡丹花 惜牡丹花 The Last Look At The Peonies At Night 惆怅阶前红牡丹晚来唯有两枝残明朝风起应吹尽夜惜衰红把火看 I'm saddened by the courtyard peonies brilliant red; At dusk but two of them are left and withered. I am afraid they can't survive the morning blast; By lantern light I take a look, the long, long last. 钱塘湖春行 钱塘湖春行 Spring On Lake Qiantang

5 孤山寺北贾亭西水面初开云脚低几处早莺争暖树谁家新燕啄春泥乱花渐欲迷人眼浅草才能没马蹄最爱湖东行不足绿杨阴里白沙堤 West of Pavilion Jia, north of Lonely Hill, Water brims level with the bank and clouds hang low. Among some sunny trees the first orioles trill; Down from the eaves to peck in mud young swallows go. My eyes seem dazzled by fresh flowers running riot; The horse hooves covered by grass can barely be seen. I cannot tear myself away from east lake so quiet, The bank paved with white sand and shaded by willows green. 暮江吟 SunsetA nd M oonrise O n The R iver 暮江吟一道残阳铺水中半江瑟瑟半江红可怜九月初三夜露似珍珠月似弓 The lastdeparting rays pave theirw ay on the river; H alfits w aves turn red and allthe others shiver. H ow Ipity the third nightofthe ninth m onth,alas! The m oon looks like a bow,dew drops like pearls on grass. 后宫词 后宫词 The D eserted 泪湿罗巾梦不成 夜深前殿按歌声 H er kerchiefsoaked w ith tears,she can nor dream nor sleep,

6 红颜未老恩先断 斜倚熏笼坐到明 B utoverhears band m usic w aftw hen nightis deep. H errosy face outlasts the favourofthe king; S he leans on herperfum ed bed tillm orning birds sing. 长恨歌 汉皇重色思倾国御宇多年求不得杨家有女初长成养在深闺人未识天生丽质难自弃一朝选在君王侧回眸一笑百媚生六宫粉黛无颜色春寒赐浴华清池温泉水滑洗凝脂侍儿扶起娇无力始是新承恩泽时云鬓花颜金步摇芙蓉帐暖度春宵春宵苦短日高起从此君王不早朝承欢侍宴无闲暇春从春游夜专夜后宫佳丽三千人三千宠爱在一身金星妆成娇侍夜玉楼宴罢醉和春姊妹弟兄皆列士可怜光彩生门户遂令天下父母心不重生男重生女骊宫高处入青云仙乐风飘处处闻缓歌慢舞凝丝竹尽日君王看不足 渔阳鼙鼓动地来 长恨歌 The Everlasting Regret The beauty-loving monarch longed year after year To find a beautiful lady without peer. A maiden of the Yang to womanhood just grown, In inner chambers bred, to the world was unknown. Endowed with natural beauty too hard to hide, One day she stood selected for the monarch's side. Turning her head, she smiled so sweet and full of grace That she outshone in six palaces the fairest face. She bathed in glassy water of warm-fountain pool, Which laved and smoothed her creamy skin when spring was cool. Upborne by her attendants, she rose too faint to move, And this was when she first received the monarch's love. Flowerlike face and cloudlike hair, golden-headdressed, In lotus-flower curtain she spent the night blessed. She slept till sun rose high, for the blessed night was short; From then on the monarch held no longer morning court. In revels as in feasts she shared her lord's delight, His companion on trips and his mistress at night. In inner palace dwelt three thousand ladies fair; On her alone was lavished royal love and care. Her beauty served the night when dressed in Golden Bower Or drunk with wine and spring at banquet in Jade Tower. All her sisters and brothers received rank and fieft And honours showered on her household, to the grief Of the fathers and mothers who'd rather give birth To a fair maiden than any sone on earth. The lofty palace towered high into blue cloud, With wind-borne music so divine the air was loud. Seeing slow dance and hearing fluted or stringed song,

7 惊破霓裳羽衣曲九重城阙烟尘生千乘万骑西南行翠华摇摇行复止西出都门百馀里六军不发无奈何宛转蛾眉马前死花钿委地无人收翠翘金雀玉搔头君王掩面救不得回看血泪相和流黄埃散漫风萧索云栈萦纡登剑阁峨嵋山下少人行旌旗无光日色薄蜀江水碧蜀山青圣主朝朝暮暮情行宫见月伤心色夜雨闻铃肠断声 天旋地转回龙驭到此踌躇不能去马嵬坡下泥土中不见玉颜空死处君臣相顾尽沾衣东望都门信马归归来池苑皆依旧太液芙蓉未央柳芙蓉如面柳如眉对此如何不泪垂春风桃李花开日秋雨梧桐叶落时西宫南内多秋草落叶满阶红不扫梨园子弟白发新椒房阿监青娥老夕殿萤飞思悄然孤灯挑尽未成眠迟迟钟鼓初长夜耿耿星河欲曙天鸳鸯瓦冷霜华重翡翠衾寒谁与共悠悠生死别经年 The emperor was never tired the whole day long. But rebels beat their war drums, making the earth quake And "Song of Rainbow Skirt and Coat of Feathers" break. A cloud of dust was raised o'er city walls nine-fold; Thousands of chariots and horsemen southwestward rolled. Imperial flags moved slowly now and halted then, And thirty miles from Western Gate they stopped again. Six armies would not march - what could be done? - with speed Until the Lady Yang was killed before the steed. None would pick up her hairpin fallen to the ground Or golden bird and comb with which her head was crowned. The monarch could not save her and hid his face in fear; Turning his head, he saw her blood mix with his tear. The yellow dust spread wide, the wind blew desolate; A serpentine plank path led to cloud-capped Sword Gate. Below the Eyebrow Mountains wayfarers were few; In fading sunlight royal standards lost their hue. On western waters blue and western mountains green The monarch's heart was daily gnawed by sorrow keen. The moon viewed from his tent shed a soul-searing light; The bells heard in night rain made a heart-rending sound. Suddenly turned the tide. Returning from his flight, The monarch could not tear himself away from the ground Where 'mid the clods beneath the slope he couldn't forget The fair-faced Lady Yang, who was unfairly slain. He looked at ministers, with tears his robe was wet; They rode east to the capital, but with loose rein. Back, he found her pond and garden in the old place, With lotus in the lake and willows by the hall. Willow leaves like her brows and lotus like her face; At the sight of all these, how could his tears not fall Or when in vernal breeze were peach and plum full-blown Or when in autumn rain parasol leaves were shed? In western as in southern court was grass o'ergrown; With fallen leaves unswept the marble steps turned red. Actors, although still young, began to have hair grey; Eunuchs and waiting maids looked old in palace deep. Fireflies flitting the hall, mutely he pined away; The lonely lampwick burned out; still he could not sleep. Slowly beat drums and rang bells; night began to grow long;

8 魂魄不曾来入梦 临邛道士鸿都客能以精诚致魂魄为感君王辗转思遂教方士殷勤觅排空驭气奔如电升天入地求之遍上穷碧落下黄泉两处茫茫皆不见忽闻海上有仙山山在虚无缥缈间楼阁玲珑五云起其中绰约多仙子中有一人字太真雪肤花貌参差是金阙西厢叩玉扃转教小玉报双成闻道汉家天子使九华帐里梦魂惊揽衣推枕起徘徊珠箔银屏迤逦开云鬓半偏新睡觉花冠不整下堂来风吹仙袂飘飘举犹似霓裳羽衣舞玉容寂寞泪阑干梨花一枝春带雨含情凝睇谢君王一别音容两渺茫昭阳殿里恩爱绝蓬莱宫中日月长回头下望人寰处不见长安见尘雾唯将旧物表深情钿合金钗寄将去钗留一股合一扇钗擘黄金合分钿但教心似金钿坚天上人间会相见临别殷勤重寄词词中有誓两心知七月七日长生殿夜半无人私语时 Bright shone the Milky Way; daybreak seemed to come late. The lovebird tiles grew chilly with hoar frost so strong, And his kingfisher quilt was cold, not shared by a mate. One long, long year the dead and the living were parted; Her soul came not in dreams to see the brokenhearted. A Taoist sorcerer came to the palace door, Skilled to summon the spirit from the other shore. Moved by the monarch's yearning for the departed fair, He was ordered to seek for her everywhere. Borne on the air, like flash of lightning he flew; In heaven and on earth he searched through and through. Up to the azure vault and down to deepest place, Nor above nor below could he e'er find her trace. He learned that on the sea where fairy mountains proud That now appeared, now disappeared amid the cloud Of rainbow colours where rose magnificent bowers And dwelt so many fairies as graceful as flowers. Among them was a queen whose name was Ever True; Her snow-white skin and sweet face might afford a clue. Knocking at western gate of palace hall, he bade The porter fair to inform the queen's waiting maid. When she heard there came the monarch's embassy, The queen was startled out of dreams in her canopy. Pushing aside the pillow, she rose and got dressed, Passing through silver screen and pearl shade to meet the guest. Her cloudlike hair awry, not full awake at all, Her flowery cap slanted, she came into the hall. The wind blew up her fairy sleeves and made them float As if she danced the "Rainbow Skirt and Feathered Coat." Her jade-white face crisscrossed with tears in lonely world Like a spray of pear blossoms in spring rain impearled. She bade him thank her lord, lovesick and brokenhearted; They knew nothing of each other after they parted. Love and happiness long ended within palace walls; Days and months appeared long in the fairyland halls. Turning her head and fixing on the earth her gaze, She saw no capital 'mid clouds of dust and haze. To show her love was deep, she took out keepsakes old For him to carry back, hairpin and case of gold. Keeping one side of the case and one wing of the pin, She sent to her dear lord the other half of the twin.

9 在天愿作比翼鸟在地愿为连理枝天长地久有时尽此恨绵绵无绝期 "If our two hearts as firm as the gold should remain, In heaven or on earth we'll sometime meet again." At parting she confided to the messenger A secret vow known only to her lord and her. On seventh day of seventh moon when none was near, At midnight in Long Life Hall he whispered in her ear, "On high, we'd be two lovebirds flying wing to wing; On earth, two trees with branches twined from spring to spring." The boundless sky and endless earth may pass away, But this vow unfulfilled will be regretted for aye. 红鹦鹉 红鹦鹉 The Red Cockatoo 安南远讲红鹦鹉色似桃花语似人文章辩慧皆如此笼槛何年出得身 Annam has sent us from afar a red cockatoo; Coloured like peach-tree blossom, it speaks as men do, But it is shut up in a cage with bar on bar Just as the learned or eloquent scholars are. 买花 买花 Buying Flowers 帝城春欲暮喧喧车马度共道牡丹时相随买花去贵贱无常价酬直看花数灼灼百朵红戋戋五束素上张幄幕庇 The capital's in parting spring And cabs and steeds are bustling. Peonies are at their best hours And people rush to buy the flowers. They do not care about the price; Just count and buy those that seem nice. For hundred blossoms dazzling red, Twenty-five rolls of silk they spread. Sheltered above by curtains wide,

10 旁织笆篱护水洒复泥封移来色如故家家习为俗人人迷不悟有一田舍翁偶来买花处低头独长叹此叹无人谕一丛深色花十户中人赋 Protected with fences by the side, Roots sealed with mud, with water sprayed, Removed, their beauty does not fade. Accustomed to this way for long, No family e'er thinks it wrong. What's the old peasant doing there? Why should he come to Flower Fair? Head bowed, he utters heavy sigh And nobody understands the why. A bunch of deep-red peonies Costs taxes of ten families. 问刘十九 问刘十九绿蚁新醅酒红泥小火炉晚来天欲雪能饮一杯无 An Invitation In bottles green the new brew gleams; In red-clay stove the fire looks fine. At evening snow will fall, it seems. Will you come for a cup of wine? 昼 卧 昼卧 Depression 抱枕无言语空房独悄然谁知尽日卧非病亦非眠 Hugging my pillow, what to say? My empty room's in silence deep. Who knows I lie in bed all day, Not ill and not even asleep! 忆江南

11 忆江南 Tune:" Fair South Recalled" 江南好风景旧曾谙日出江花红胜火春来江水绿如蓝能不忆江南 Fair southern shore With scenes I much adore; At sunrise riverside flowers more red than fire, In spring green river waves grow as blue as sapphire, Which I can't but admire. 花非花 花非花花非花雾非雾夜半来天明去来如春梦几多时去似朝云无觅处 A Flower In The Haze In bloom, she's not a flower; Hazy, she's not a haze. She comes at midnight hour; She goes with starry rays. She comes like vernal dreams that cannot stay And goes like morning clouds that melt away. 病中 病中 Illness 交亲不要苦相忧亦拟时时强出游但有心情何用脚陆乘肩舆水乘舟 My bosom friends need not worry too much for me; Somehow I'll take a walk if from illness I'm free. My active mind can do more than my feet, howe'er; If I like, I'll go out by boat or in a chair. 上阳白发人

12 上阳白发人 The White-haired Palace Maid 上阳人红颜暗老白发新绿衣监使守宫门一闭上阳多少春玄宗末岁初选入入时十六今六十同时采择百余人零落年深残此身忆昔吞悲别亲族扶入车中不教哭皆云入内便承恩脸似芙蓉胸似玉未容君王得见面已被杨妃遥侧目妒令潜配上阳宫一生遂向空房宿宿空房, 秋夜长夜长无寐天不明耿耿残灯背壁影萧萧暗雨打窗声春日迟日迟独坐天难暮宫莺百啭愁厌闻梁燕双栖老休妒莺归燕去长悄然春往秋来不记年唯向深宫望明月 The Shangyang Palace maid, Her hair grows white, her rosy cheeks grow dark and fade. The palace gate is guarded by eunuchs in green. How many springs have passed, immured as she has been! She was first chosen for the imperial household At the age of sixteen; now she's sixty years old. The hundred beauties brought in with her have all gone, Flickering out through long years, leaving her alone. She swallowed grief when she left home in days gone by; They helped her into the cab, forbidding her to cry. Once in the palace, she would be favoured, they said; Her face was fair as lotus, her bosom like jade. But to the emperor she could never come nigh; The Lady Yang had cast on her a jealous eye. She was consigned to Shangyang Palace full of gloom, To pass her remaining days in a lonely room. In empty chamber long seemed each autumnal night; Sleepless in bed, it seemed she'd never see daylight. Dim, dim the lamplight throuws her shadow on the walls; Shower by shower on her window chill rain falls. Spring days drag slow; She sits alone to see light won't be dim and low. She's tired to hear the palace orioles sing and sing, Too old to envy pairs of swallows on the wing.

13 东西四五百回圆今日宫中年最老大家遥赐尚书号小头鞋履窄衣裳青黛点眉眉细长外人不见见应笑天宝末年时世妆上阳人, 苦最多少亦苦, 老亦苦, 少苦老苦两如何君不见, 昔日吕向美人赋又不见, 今日上阳白发歌 Silent, she sees the birds appear and disappear And counts nor springs nor autumns coming year by year. Watching the moon o'er palace again and again, Four hundred times and more she's seen it wax and wane. Today the oldest honourable maid of all, She is entitled Secretary of Palace Hall. Her gown is tightly fitted, her shoes like pointed prows; With dark pencil she draws long, slender brows. Seeing her, people outside would e'en laugh with tears, For her old-fashioned dress has been out of date for years. The Shangyang maid, to suffer is her privilege; She suffered while still young, she suffers in old age. Do you not know a satire spread in days gone by? Today for white-haired Shangyang Palace maid we'll sigh. 卖炭翁伐薪烧炭南山中满面尘灰烟火色两鬓苍苍十指黑卖炭得钱何所营身上衣裳口中食可怜身上衣正单心忧炭贱愿天寒 卖炭翁 The Old Charcoal Seller What's the old man's affair? He cuts the wood in southern hills and fires his ware. His face is grimed with smoke and streaked with ash and dust, His temples grizzled and his fingers all turned black. The money made b selling charcoal is not just Enough for food and clothing for his mouth and back. Although his coat is thin, he hopes winter will set in, For whether cold will keep up the charcoal's good price.

14 夜来城外一尺雪晓驾炭车碾冰辙牛困人饥日已高市南门外泥中歇翩翩两骑来是谁黄衣使者白衫儿手把文书口称敕回车叱牛牵向北一车炭, 千余斤宫使驱将惜不得半匹红纱一丈绫系向牛头冲炭直 At night a foot of snow falls outside the city walls; At dawn his charcoal cart crushes ruts in the ice. The sun is high, the ox tired out and hungry he, Outside the southern gate in snow and slush they rest. Two riders canter up; alas! Who can they be? Two palace heralds in the yellow jackets dressed. Decree in hand, which is imperial order, one says; They turn the cart about and at the ox they shout. A cartload of charcoal a thousand catties weighs; They drive the cart away. What dare the old man say! Ten feet of silk and twenty feet of gauze deep red- This is the payment they fasten to the ox's head. What's the old man's affair? He cuts the wood in southern hills and fires his ware. His face is grimed with smoke and streaked with ash and dust, His temples grizzled and his fingers all turned black. The money made b selling charcoal is not just Enough for food and clothing for his mouth and back. Although his coat is thin, he hopes winter will set in, For whether cold will keep up the charcoal's good price. At night a foot of snow falls outside the city walls; At dawn his charcoal cart crushes ruts in the ice. The sun is high, the ox tired out and hungry he, Outside the southern gate in snow and slush they rest. Two riders canter up; alas! Who can they be? Two palace heralds in the yellow jackets dressed. Decree in hand, which is imperial order, one says; They turn the cart about and at the ox they shout. A cartload of charcoal a thousand catties weighs;

15 They drive the cart away. What dare the old man say! Ten feet of silk and twenty feet of gauze deep red- This is the payment they fasten to the ox's head. 漫兴 ( 其五 ) 漫兴 ( 其五 ) 肠断江春欲尽头杖藜徐步立芳洲颠狂柳絮随风去轻薄桃花逐水流 Written At Random (V) The river's brokenhearted to see spring pass away; Standing on fragrant islet, I ask spring to stay. But willow downs run wild and dance with wanton breeze; Peach blossoms frivolous go with the stream at ease. 琵琶行 琵琶行 浔言江头夜送客枫叶荻花秋瑟瑟主人下马客在船举酒欲饮无管弦醉不成欢惨将别别时茫茫江浸月忽闻水上琵琶声主人忘归客不发寻声暗问弹者谁琵琶声停欲语迟移船相近邀相见添酒回灯重开宴千呼万唤始出来犹抱琵琶半遮面转轴拨弦三两声未成曲调先有情弦弦掩抑声声思似诉平生不得志低眉信手续续弹说尽心中无限事轻拢慢捻抹复挑初为霓裳后六么 Song Of A Pipa Player One night by riverside I bade a friend good-bye; In maple leaves and rushes autumn seemed to sigh. My friend and I dismounted and came into the boat; We wished to drink but there was no music afloat. Without flute songs we drank our cups with heavy heart; The moonbeams blent with water when we were to part. Suddenly o'er the stream we heard a pipa sound; I forgot to go home and the guest stood spellbound. We followed where the music led to find the player, But heard the pipa stop and no music in the air. We moved our boat beside the player's to invite Her to drink at replenished feast by lamplight. Again we called the urged her to appear until She came, her face half hid behind a pipa still. She turned the pegs and tested twice or thrice each string; Before a tune was played we heard her feelings sing. Then note on note she struck with pathos deep and strong; It seemed to say she'd missed her dreams all her life long. Head bent, she played with unpremeditated art On and on to pour out her overflowing heart. She lightly plucked, slowly stroked and twanged loud The song of "Green Waist" after that of "Rainbow Cloud."

16 大弦嘈嘈如急雨小弦切切如私语嘈嘈切切错杂弹大珠小珠落玉盘间关莺语花底滑幽咽泉流水下滩水泉冷涩弦凝绝凝绝不通声渐歇别有幽愁暗恨生此时无声胜有声银瓶乍破水浆迸铁骑突出刀枪鸣曲终收拨当心画四弦一声如裂帛东船西舫悄无言 唯见江心秋月白 沈吟放拨插弦中整顿衣裳起敛容自言本是京城女家在虾蟆陵下住十三学得琵琶成名属教坊第一部曲罢曾教善才服妆成每被秋娘妒五陵年少争缠头一曲红绡不知数钿头银篦击节碎血色罗裙翻酒污今年欢笑复明年秋月春风等闲度弟走从军阿姨死暮去朝来颜色故门前冷落车马稀老大嫁作商人妇商人重利轻别离前月浮梁买茶去去来江口守空船绕船月明江水寒夜深忽梦少年事 梦啼妆泪红阑干 The thick strings loudly thrummed like the pattering rain; The fine strings softly tinkled in murmuring strain. When mingling loud and soft notes were together played, 'Twas like large and small pearls dropping on plate of jade. Now clear like orioles warbling in flowery land, Then sobbing like a stream running along the sand. But the stream seemed so cold as to tighten the string; From tightened strings no more sound could be heard to ring. Still we heard hidden grief and vague regret concealed; Music expressed then far less than silence revealed. Suddenly we heard water burst a silver jar, The clash of spears and sabres coming from afar. She made a central sweep when the music was ending; The four strings made one sound, as of silk one is rending. Silence reigned left and right of the boat, east and west; We saw but autumn moon white in the river's breast. She slid the plectrum pensively between the strings, Smoothed out her dress and rose with a composed mien. "I spent," she said, "in capital my early springs, Where at the foot of Mount of Toads my home had been. At thirteen I learned on the pipa how to play, And my name was among the primas of the day. My skill the admiration of the masterss won, And my beauty was envied by deserted fair one. The gallant young men vied to shower gifts on me; One tuned played, countless silk rolls were given with glee. Beating time, I let silver comb and pin drop down, And spilt-out wine oft stained my blood-red silken gown. From year to year I laughed my joyous life away On moonlit autumn night or windy vernal day. My younger brother left for war, and died my maid; Days passed, nights came, and my beauty began to fade. Fewer and fewer were cabs and steeds at my door; I married a smug merchant when my prime was o'er. The merchant cared for money much more than for me; One month ago he went away to purchase tea, Leaving his lonely wife alone in empty boat; Shrouded in moonlight, on the cold river I float. Deep in the night I dreamed of happy bygone years And woke to find my rouged face crisscrossed with tears." Listening to her sad music, I sighed with pain; Hearing her story, I sighed again and again.

17 我闻琵琶已叹息又闻此语重唧唧同是天涯沦落人相逢何必曾相识我从去年辞帝京谪居卧病浔阳城浔阳地僻无音乐终岁不闻丝竹声住近湓江地低湿黄芦苦竹绕宅生其间旦暮闻何物杜鹃啼血猿哀鸣春江花朝秋月夜往往取酒还独倾岂无山歌与村笛呕哑嘲哳难为听今夜闻君琵琶语如听仙乐耳暂明莫辞更坐弹一曲为君翻作琵琶行感我此言良久立却坐促弦弦转急凄凄不似向前声满座重闻皆掩泣座中泣下谁最多江州司马青衫湿 "Both of us in misfortune go from shore to shore. Meeting now, need we have known each other before? I was banished from the capital last ear To live degraded and ill in this city here. The city's too remote to know melodious song, So I have never heard music the whole year long. I dwell by riverbank on low and damp ground In a house yellow reeds and stunted bamboos surround. What is here to be heard from daybreak till nightfall But biggons' cry and cuckoo's homeward-going call? By blooming riverside and under autumn moon I've often taken wine up and drunk it alone. Of course I've mountain songs and village pipes to hear, But they are crude and strident ang grate on the ear. Listening to you playing on pipa tonight, With your music divine e'en my hearing seems bring. Will you sit down and play for us a tune once more? I'll write for you an ode to the pipa I adore." Touched by what I said, the player stood for long, Then sat down, tore at strings and played another song. So sad, so drear, so different, it moved us deep; All those who heard it hid the face and began to weep. Of all the company at table who wept most? It was none other than the exiled blue-robed host. 自京赴奉先县咏怀五百字 ( 节选 ) 朱门酒肉臭 路有冻死骨 荣枯咫尺异 惆怅难再述 自京赴奉先县咏怀五百字 ( 节选 ) Thoughts On The Way From The Capital To Fengxian (Excerpt) The mansions burst with wine and meat; The poor die frozen on the stree. Prosperity's so near decay. Distressed, what more need I to say? 闻官军收河南河北 闻官军收河南河北 Recapture Of

18 The Regions North And South Of The Yellow River 剑外忽传收蓟北初闻涕泪满衣裳却看妻子愁何在漫卷诗书喜欲狂白首放歌须纵酒青春作伴好还乡即从巴峡穿巫峡便下襄阳向洛阳 'Tis said the Northern Gate has been recaptured of late; When the news reaches my ears, my gown is wet with tears. Staring at my wife's face, of grief I find no trace; As I roll up verse books, my joy like madness looks. Though white-haired,i would still both sing and drink my fill; With verdure spring's aglow; 'tis time we homeward go. We shall sail all the way through Three Gorges in a day; Going down to Xiangyang, we'll go up to Luoyang.