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春江潮水連海平，海上明月共潮生。灩灩隨波千萬里，何處春江無月明！ 江流宛轉繞芳甸，月照花林皆似霰；空里流霜不覺飛，汀上白沙看不見。 江天一色無纖塵，皎皎空中孤月輪。江畔何人初見月？江月何年初照人？ 人生代代無窮已，江月年年望相似。不知江月待何人，但見長江送流水。 白雲一片去悠悠，青楓浦上不胜愁。誰家今夜扁舟子？何處相思明月樓？ 可憐樓上月徘徊，應照離人妝鏡台。玉戶簾中卷不去，搗衣砧上拂還來。 此時相望不相聞，愿逐月華流照君。鴻雁長飛光不度，魚龍潛躍水成文。 昨夜閑潭夢落花，可憐春半不還家。江水流春去欲盡，江潭落月復西斜。 斜月沉沉藏海霧，碣石瀟湘無限路。不知乘月幾人歸，落月搖情滿江樹。 Night of Flower and Moon on Spring River by Zhang Ruoxu of Tang Dynassty The tide in the spring river is at the level with the sea; The bright moon over the sea rises with the tide. Since it follows the waves for thousands of miles, Where is there no moonlight on the spring rivers? The river’s meandering round the fragrant suburbs; The moon shines over blooming trees like sleet on them. The flowing frost in the air seems flying; The white sands on the islets can’t be seen. The dustless sky and rivers are of the same color; Only the luminous moon in the sky is so lone. Who by the river first saw the moon? In which year the moon over the river first shone on man? Human life is endless from generation to generation; The moon over the river looks the same year after year. No one knows whom the moon over the river waiting for; But, lo, the Yangtze River sends the flowing water away. A piece of white cloud sails off so freely; The woe’s unbearable on the Beach of Green Maple. From which family the prodigal son’s in the boat tonight? Where’s the tower under the moon, someone harboring love? It’s pitiable for the moon wandering over the tower; It must shine on the vanity table of the parting person. Rolling up the screen on the jade window can’t get the moonlight off; The moonlight on clothes-beating boards, if whisked away, will return. Now we can watch the same thing, but can’t hear each other; I wish I could follow the moonlight to shine over you. The wild geese can fly a long way, but the moonlight can’t; The diving fish and dragon leap out, making the water rippling. I dreamt last night the falling flowers on the idle pond; And pity myself unable to go home as spring is half gone. The river water flows away and spring’s at its end; The setting moon over the river and pond is slanting west. The slanting moon hides deeply in the sea fogs; It’s an endless journey to Jieshi and Xiaoxiang. I don’t know how many people return under the moonlight; The setting moon casts the surging feelings on the riverside trees. |
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