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ONE HUNDRED QUATRAINS BY THE TANG POETS
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来源：文摘 作者：国学 发布时间：2007-03-16
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(22) ON PARTING WITH THE BUDDHIST PILGRIM LINGCHE
By Liu Changqing
From the temple, deep in its tender bamboos,
Comes the low sound of an evening bell,
While the har of a pilgrim carries the sunset
Farther and farther down the green mountain.
--Bynner
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(23) A REASON FAIR
By Wang Han
"Tis night: the grape-juice mantles high
in cups of gold galore;
We set to drink,-but now the bugle
sounds to horse once more.
Oh, marvel not if drunken we
lie strewed about the plain;
How few of all who seek the fight
shall e`er come bank again!
--Giles
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(24) A spring morning
By Meng Haoran
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring,
Evrrywhere round me the singing of birds-- zgwww.net
But now I remember the night, the storm,
And I wonder how many blossoms were broken.
--Bynner
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(25) A NIGHT-MOORING ON THE JIANDE RIVER
By Meng Haoqan
While my little boat moves on its mooring of mist,
And daylight wanes,old memories begin...
How wide the world was, how close the trees
to heaven,
And how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!
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(26) IN THE QUIET NIGHT
by Li Bai
So bright a gleam on the my bed--
Could there have been a frost already?
Lifting myself to look,I found that it wes moonlight.
Sinking back again,I thought suddenly of home.
--Bynner
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(27) IN A MIRROR zgwww.cn
By Li Bai
My whitening hair would make a long long rope,
Yet could not fathom all my depth of woe;
Though how it comes within a mirror`s scope
To sprinkle autumn frosts, I do not know.
--Gilles
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(28) THE JINGTING MOUNTAIN
By Li Bai
Flocks of birds have flown high a and away;
A solitary drift of cloud, too, has gone,
wandering on.
And I sit alone with the jingting Peak,
towering beyond.
We never grow tired of each other, the
mountain and I.
--Obata
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(29) THE NIGHT OF SORROW
By Li Bai
A lovely womon rolls up
The delicate bamboo blind.
She sits deep within,
Twitching her moth eyebrows.
who may it be
That grieves her hearrt? zgwww.com
On her face one sees
only the wet traces of tears.
--Obata
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(30) A REPLY
By Li Bai
He asks why I perch in the green jade hills.
I smile and do not answer. My heart is
comfortable and at peace.
Fallen peach flowers spread out widely, widely
over the water.
It is another sky and earth, not the world of man.
--Lowell
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(31) THE RUIN OF THE KUSU PALACE
By Li Bai
In the deserted garden among the crumbling walls
The willows show green again,
While the sweet notes of the water-nut song
Seem to lament the spring.
Nothing remains but the moon above the river--
The moon that once shone on the fair faces
That smiled in the king`s palace of wu.
--Obata 国/学/参/考
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(32) THE RIVER JOURNEY FROM WHITE KING CITY
By Li Bai
At dawn I left the walled city of White King,
Towering among the many-coloured clouds;
And came down stream in a day
One thousand Li to Joang-ling.
The scarcely ceased echoing in my ear
When my skiff had left behind it
Ten thousand ranges of hills.
--Obata
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(33) WHILE JOURNEYING
By Li Bai
The delicious wine of Lanling is of golden hue and flavorous.
Come,fill my precious glass, and let it glow in amber!
If you can make me drunk ,mine host ,it is enough;
No longer shall I know the sorrow of a strange land.
--Obata
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(34) TO WANG LUN
By Li Bai
I was about to sail away in a junk,
When suddenly I heard
The sound of stamping and singing on the bank--
It was you and yuor friends come to bid me farewell.
The Peach Flower LaKe is a fhousand fathoms deep,
But it cannot compare,O Wang Lun,
with the depth of your love for me.
--Obata
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(35) AN ENCOUNTER IN THE FIELD
By Li Bai
Came an amorous rider,
Trampling the fallen flowers of the road.
The dangling end of his crop
Brushes a passing carriage of five-colored clouds.
The jeweled curtain is raised
A beautiful woman smiles within--
"That is my house," she whispers,
Pointing to a pink house beyond.
--Obata
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(36) HEARING A BAMBOO FLUTE ON A SPRING NIGHT IN THE CITY OF LUOYANG zgwww_com
By Li Bai
From whose house do the invisible notes of a jade flute come flying?
The spring wind scatters fhem. They fill the city of LuoYang.
To-night, as the phrase form, I hear "The Snapped Willow."
To whom do they not bring back the love of his old,early garden?
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(37) AT CHUZHOU ON THE WESTERN STREAM
By Wei Yingwu
Where tender grasses rim the stream
And deep boughs twill with mango-birds,
On the spring flood of last night`s rain
The freey-boat moves as though someone were poling.
--Bynner
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(39) ON MEETING A MESSENGER TO THE CAPITAL
By Cen Shen
It`s a long way home,a long way east.
I am old and my sleeve is wet with tears.
we meet on horse-back. I have no means of writing. zgwww.net
Tell them there words--"He is safe."
--Bynner
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(39) THE FALLEN GARDEN
By Cen Shen
About the garden flies at dusk
an aimless crow or two.
A house or two are scattered round
as far as eye can view.
The trees not knowing all have gone,
that they alone are left,
Their flowers with returning spring
as formerly renew.
--Fletcher
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(40) IN ABSENCE
By Du Fu
White gleams the gulls across darkling tide,
On the green hills the red flowers seem to burn;
Alas, I see another spring has died...
When will it come--the day of my return?
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