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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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While the moonbeams dance on the tops of the waves
where the waters touch the sky;
For the lovely scene is to last year`s scene
as like as like can be,
All but the friends, the much-loved friends,
who gazed at the moon with me.
--Giles
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986) CROSSING THE HAN RIVER
By Li Pin
Away from home, I was longing for news,
Winter after winter, spying after spring.
Now,nearing my village, meeting people,
I dare not ask a single question.
--Bynner
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(87) A RUN
By Han Wu
Upon the yard looks in the placid moon;
Down float the petals of the wild pear trees.
I gaze adown the vacant steps alone.
The swing sways with the motion of the breeze.
--Fletcher
ZGWWW
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(88) MUSING
By Xue Ying
At eve, along the river bank,
The mist-crowned wavelets lure me on
To think how all antiquity
Has floated down the stream and gone!
--Giles
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(89) A STORM
By Wang Jia
No rain, and lovely flowers bloom around;
Rain falls, and battered petals strew the ground.
The bees and butterflies flit,one and all,
To seek the spring beyond my neighbour`s wall.
--Giles
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(90) A SPRING FEAST
By Zhang Yan
The paddy crops are waxing rich
upon the Gooose-lake hill;
The fowls have just now gone to roost,
the grunting pigs are still;
The mulberry casts a lengthening shade-- ZGWWW
the festival is o`er,
And tipsy revellerd are helped
each to his cottage door.
--Giles
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(91) A PROTEST
By Cao Song
The hills and rivers of the lowland country
You have made your battle-ground.
How do you suppose the people who live there
Will procure "friewood and hay"?
Do not let me hear you talking together
About titles and promotions;
For a single general`s reputation
Is made out of ten thousand corpses.
--Waley
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(92) A NANJING LANDSCAPE
by Wei Zhuang
Though a shower bends the river-grass,a bird is
singing,
While ghosts of the Six Dynasties pass like a dream
A round the Forbidden City, under weeping willows
Which loom still for three miles along the misty moat. ZGWWW
--Bynner
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(93) SPRING IN THE HAREM
By Cui Daorong
My husband to the wars has gone
And I a cloak for him would make:
To wrap him from the rugged clime
Lest bitter cold his slumbers break.
But when I tried to cut the words
Of "Happy Spring" as omen fair,
The chilling breath that winter leaves
Benumbed and left me helpless there.
If cold am I, far colder thou
Upon those desert plains and bare!
Thou lookest for thy cloak and I
Of sending it despair.
--Fletcher
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(94) TO AN ABSENT FAIR ONE
By Zhang Bi
After parting, dreams possessed me
and I wandered you know where.
And we sat in the verandah
and you sang the sweet old air.
Then I woke, with no one near me zgwww.com
save the moon still shining on,
And lighting up dead petals
which like you have passed and gone.
--Giles
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(95) AN OATH
By Chen Tao
They swore the Huns should perish:
they would die if needs they must--.
And now five thousand, sable-clad,
have bit the Tartar dust.
Along the river-bank their bones
lie scattered where they may,
But still their forms in dreams arise
to fair ones far away.
--Giles
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(96) A LOVER`S DREAM
By Jin ChangXu
Oh, drive the golden orioles
From off our garden tree!
Their warbling broke the dream wherein
My lover smiled to me.
--Fletcher
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(97) DANCING
By Yang Guifei
Wide sleeves sway.
Scents,
Sweet Scents
Incessant coming.
It is red lilies,
Lotus lilies,
Floating up,
And up,
Out of autumn mist.
Thin clouds
Puffed,
Fluttered,
Mlown on a rippling wind
Through a mountain pass.
Young willow shoots
Touching
Brushing
The water
Of the garden pool.
--Lowell
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(98) RICHES
By Du Qiuniang
If you will take advice, my friend,
For wealth you will not care.
But while fresh youth is in you,
Each precious moment spare.
When flowers are fit for culling,
Then pluck them as you may.
Ah! wait not till the bloom be gone,
To bear a twig away.
--Fletcher
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(99) GENERAL GESHU
Anonymous
This constellation, with its seven high stars,
Is Deshu lifting his sword in the night;
And no more barbarians, nor their horses,
nor cattle,
Dare ford the river boundary.
--Bynner
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(100) THE DAY OF NO FIRE
Anonymous
As the holiday approaches, and grasses are bright
after rain,
And the causeway gleams with willows, and wheat--
fields wave in the wind,
We are thinking of our kinsfolk, far away from us.
O cuckoo, why do you follow us, why do you call us
home?
--Bynner
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