日期：2008-01-24 I can never see my old friend again The river Han still streams to the east I might question some old man of his place River and hillsempty is Tsaichou.... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers， Borne by the channel of a green stream， Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains On a journey of less than thirty miles Rapids hum over heaped rocks； But where light grows dim in the thick pines... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 The mountains are cold and blue now And the autumn waters have run all day. By my thatch door， leaning on my staff， I listen to cicadas in the evening wind. Sunset lingers at the ferry， Supper-smoke floats up from the houses. Oh， when shall I pl... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 From ten thousand valleys the trees touch heaven； On a thousand peaks cuckoos are calling； And， after a night of mountain rain， From each summit come hundreds of silken cascades. If girls are asked in tribute the fibre they weave， Or farmers qu... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 A morning-rain has settled the dust in Weicheng； Willows are green again in the tavern dooryard Wait till we empty one more cup West of Yang Gate there'll be no old friends.... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 There's a girl from Loyang in the door across the street， She looks fifteen， she may be a little older. While her master rides his rapid horse with jade bit an bridle， Her handmaid brings her cod-fish in a golden plate. On her painted pavilions，... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Under the crescent moon a light autumn dew Has chilled the robe she will not change And she touches a silver lute all night， Afraid to go back to her empty room.... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 A fisherman is drifting， enjoying the spring mountains， And the peach-trees on both banks lead him to an ancient source. Watching the fresh-coloured trees， he never thinks of distance Till he comes to the end of the blue stream and suddenly- stra... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Light cloud pavilion light rain Dark yard day weary open Sit look green moss colour About to on person clothes come There's light cloud， and drizzle round the pavilion， In the dark yard， I wearily open a gate. I sit and look at the colour of gree... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 With its three southern branches reaching the Chu border， And its nine streams touching the gateway of Jing， This river runs beyond heaven and earth， Where the colour of mountains both is and is not. The dwellings of men seem floating along On ri... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 The red-capped Cock-Man has just announced morning； The Keeper of the Robes brings Jade-Cloud Furs； Heaven's nine doors reveal the palace and its courtyards； And the coats of many countries bow to the Pearl Crown. Sunshine has entered the giants'... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 After rain the empty mountain Stands autumnal in the evening， Moonlight in its groves of pine， Stones of crystal in its brooks. Bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home， Lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat And what does it matter that sprin... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 As the years go by， give me but peace， Freedom from ten thousand matters. I ask myself and always answer： What can be better than coming home？ A wind from the pine-trees blows my sash， And my lute is bright with the mountain moon. You ask me ab... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Small barge go to meet honoured guest Leisurely lake on come At railing face cup alcohol On all sides lotus bloom On a skiff I meet an honoured guest， Slowly， slowly， it comes across the lake. Facing at the railing， we drink a cup of wine， On a... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 I sit along in the dark bamboo grove， Playing the zither and whistling long. In this deep wood no one would know - Only the bright moon comes to shine.... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 I'm idle， as osmanthus flowers fall， This quiet night in spring， the hill is empty. The moon comes out and startles the birds on the hill， They don't stop calling in the spring ravine.... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 The limpid river， past its bushes Running slowly as my chariot， Becomes a fellow voyager Returning home with the evening birds. A ruined city-wall overtops an old ferry， Autumn sunset floods the peaks. Far away， beside Mount Song， I shall close... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Empty hill not see person Yet hear person voice sound Return scene enter deep forest Duplicate light green moss on Hills are empty， no man is seen， Yet the sound of people's voices is heard. Light is cast into the deep forest， And shines again on... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Spring pond deep and wide Time for the vessel's return Slow the duckweed flows together Willows draw them apart again... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Down horse drink gentleman alcohol Ask gentleman what place go Gentleman say not achieve wish Return lie south mountain near Still go nothing more ask White cloud not exhaust time Dismounting， I offer my friend a cup of wine， I ask what place he i... 阅读全文>>