{"id":16744,"date":"2013-10-23T21:33:30","date_gmt":"2013-10-24T01:33:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=16744"},"modified":"2013-10-23T21:34:13","modified_gmt":"2013-10-24T01:34:13","slug":"%e7%99%bd%e5%b1%85%e6%98%93%e8%a9%a9-%e8%8b%b1%e8%ad%af__%e6%b1%9f%e7%b4%b9%e5%80%ab","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=16744","title":{"rendered":"\u767d\u5c45\u6613\u8a69 \u82f1\u8b6f__\u6c5f\u7d39\u502b"},"content":{"rendered":"

Visiting<\/b> West Lake<\/b> in Spring<\/b>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\"\u9322\u5858\u6e56\u6625\u884c\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Lone Hill north looks on the Jia Pavilion east
\nBeneath low clouds the lake water brims at ease
\nOn the sun-warmed trees orioles compete to trill
\nWith mud in beak to where goes the swallow
\nSeeing so many flowers my eyes are dazzled
\nOn the short grass soft banks horse hooves show
\nHow can I stroll the east bank enough I love so
\nUnder green willow shades the White Sand Dyke glows<\/p>\n


\nTune: Eternal Pining<\/b>\u00a0\"\u9577\u76f8\u601d\"<\/a><\/p>\n

As the BianRiver slowly flows
\nSo is the Si River chattily goes
\nThey reach the ancient dock at Gua Zhou
\nThe distant hills in the south mark my sorrows<\/p>\n

My longings continue to show
\nSo do my complaints endlessly go
\nThey will cease whence my love returns to me
\nNow I stand alone on moonlit balcony
\n<\/p>\n

\"\u61b6\u6c5f\u5357\"<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

Recall the South<\/b><\/p>\n

The wonders of southern country I so highly admire
\nDawn by the river bank flower blooms burn like red fire
\nIn spring the river surges water like gleaming sapphire
\nCan I not pine for the wonderful south I love<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"\u554f\u5289\u5341\u4e5d\"<\/a>
\nA Note to Liu Shi Jue<\/b><\/p>\n

With my new brew mellow green
\nAnd my red-clay stove ready to beam
\nAs this evening we will see snow
\nWould you drink with me to ward off cold<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u300a\u671b\u6708\u6709\u611f\u300b<\/strong>\u00a0 \u767d\u5c45\u6613 (722-846)<\/p>\n

\u3008\u81ea\u6cb3\u5357\u7ecf\u4e71,\u5173\u5185\u963b\u9965,\u5144\u5f1f\u79bb\u6563,\u5404\u5728\u4e00\u5904.\u56e0\u671b\u6708\u6709\u611f,\u804a\u4e66\u6240\u6000,\u5bc4\u4e0a\u6d6e\u6881\u5927\u5144,\u4e8e\u6f5c\u4e03\u5144,\u4e4c\u6c5f\u5341\u4e94\u5144,\u517c\u793a\u7b26\u79bb\u53ca\u4e0b\u90bd\u5f1f\u59b9\u3009<\/p>\n

\u65f6\u96be\u5e74\u8352\u4e16\u4e1a\u7a7a\u00a0 \u5f1f\u5144\u7f81\u65c5\u5404\u897f\u4e1c\u00a0 \u7530\u56ed\u5be5\u843d\u5e72\u6208\u540e\u00a0 \u9aa8\u8089\u6d41\u79bb\u9053\u8def\u4e2d\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u540a\u5f71\u5206\u4e3a\u5343\u91cc\u96c1\u00a0 \u8f9e\u6839\u6563\u4f5c\u4e5d\u79cb\u84ec\u00a0 \u5171\u770b\u660e\u6708\u5e94\u5782\u6cea\u00a0 \u4e00\u591c\u4e61\u5fc3\u4e94\u5904\u540c\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u300aTo My Brothers While Sharing the Moon\u300b\u00a0 Bai Ju Yi (722-846)\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

At a time of war and famine our family house lies forlorn
\nBrothers and sisters have freed east or west hearts torn
\nGardens and fields lay fallow long after the soldiers gone
\nFamily members strayed on hinder roads drifting on<\/p>\n

Memories of dear ones seem like geese lost on long journey
\nLineal roots dispersed wide like autumn tumbling weeds
\nWhence we watch the moon under separate roofs with tears
\nThough far apart our love for one another will keep us near<\/p>\n

\u300a\u75c5\u4e2d\u300b<\/strong> \u767d\u5c45\u6613 (722-846)<\/p>\n

\u4ea4\u89aa\u4e0d\u8981\u82e6\u76f8\u6182\u00a0 \u4ea6\u64ec\u6642\u6642\u5f37\u51fa\u6e38\u00a0 \u4f46\u6709\u5fc3\u60c5\u4f55\u7528\u8173\u00a0 \u9678\u4e58\u80a9\u8f3f\u6c34\u4e58\u821f<\/strong><\/b><\/p>\n

\u300aWhen Ill\u300bBai Ju Yi (722-846)<\/p>\n

My bosom friends please worry not for me
\nEven when ill I strive to travel freely
\nWith spirit high I do not rely on my feet
\nBut ride on a carried chair or on a skiff<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Visiting West Lake in Spring\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Lone Hill north looks on the Jia Pavilion east Beneath low clouds the lake water brims at ease On the sun-warmed trees orioles compete to trill With mud in beak to where goes the swallow … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,10],"tags":[116],"class_list":["post-16744","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","category-poems-by-","tag-sl-kong"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16744","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=16744"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16744\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16754,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16744\/revisions\/16754"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=16744"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=16744"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=16744"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}