A lonely swan from the sea flies, To alight on puddles it does not deign. Nesting in the poplar of pearls It spies and questions green birds twain: "Don’t you fear the threat of slings, Perched on top of branches so high? Nice clothes invite pointing fingers, High climbers god’s good will defy. Bird-hunters will crave me in vain, For I roam the limitless sky."
Tender orchid-leaves in spring And cinnamon- blossoms bright in autumn Are as self- contained as life is, Which conforms them to the seasons. Yet why will you think that a forest-hermit, Allured by sweet winds and contented with beauty, Would no more ask to-be transplanted THan Would any other natural flower?
From a pot of wine among the flowers I drank alone. There was no one with me -- Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon To bring me my shadow and make us three. Alas, the moon was unable to drink And my shadow tagged me vacantly; But still for a while I had these friends To cheer me through the end of spring.... I sang. The moon encouraged me. I danced. My shadow tumbled after. As long as I knew, we were boon companions. And then I was drunk, and we lost one another. ...Shall goodwill ever be secure? I watch the long road of the River of Stars.
Your grasses up north are as blue as jade, Our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches; And at last you think of returning home, Now when my heart is almost broken.... O breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you, Why part the silk curtains by my bed?
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?
五言古诗 杜甫 佳人
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。 Five-character-ancient-verse Du Fu 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;
Never go backward. Attempt,and do it with all your might. Determination is power!
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