{"id":16907,"date":"2013-11-17T10:35:44","date_gmt":"2013-11-17T15:35:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=16907"},"modified":"2013-11-17T10:39:31","modified_gmt":"2013-11-17T15:39:31","slug":"%e3%80%8a%e6%a1%83%e6%ba%90%e8%a1%8c%e3%80%8b-%e7%8e%8b%e7%b6%ad-701-761","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=16907","title":{"rendered":"\u300a\u6843\u6e90\u884c\u300b  \u738b\u7dad (701-761)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Visit the Legendary Peach Blossom Valley (in parts) <em>tr. by SL Kong<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u6f01\u821f\u9010\u6c34\u611b\u5c71\u6625\u00a0 \u5169\u5cb8\u6843\u82b1\u593e\u53e4\u6d25<strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><em>The fishing boat follows the river into the mountains in spring<strong><br \/>\n<\/strong>On both banks peach blossoms shine in timeless sprints<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u5750\u770b\u7d05\u6a39\u4e0d\u77e5\u9060\u00a0 \u884c\u76e1\u9752\u6eaa\u5ffd\u503c\u4eba<br \/>\n<em>Watching the flaming trees from the boat he knows not the distance<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Reaching the end of the stream he has met no human instance<strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u5c71\u53e3\u6f5b\u884c\u59cb\u9688\u96a9\u00a0 \u5c71\u958b\u66e0\u671b\u65cb\u5e73\u9678<br \/>\n<em>A narrow cavern leads the stream through a lonely way<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Where the cliffs part a plain stretches far on a shinny day<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u9059\u770b\u4e00\u8655\u6522\u96f2\u6a39\u00a0 \u8fd1\u5165\u5343\u5bb6\u6563\u82b1\u7af9<br \/>\n<em>In the distant grove giant trees appear like hanging clouds<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Nearby a thousand homes stand amid bamboo flowers<\/em><em><strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>(\u6a35\u5ba2\u521d\u50b3\u6f22\u59d3\u540d\u00a0 \u5c45\u4eba\u672a\u6539\u79e6\u8863\u670d\u00a0\u00a0 \u5c45\u4eba\u5171\u4f4f\u6b66\u9675\u6e90\u00a0 \u9084\u5f9e\u7269\u5916\u8d77\u7530\u5712)<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>\u6708\u660e\u677e\u4e0b\u623f\u650f\u975c\u00a0 \u65e5\u51fa\u96f2\u4e2d\u96de\u72ac\u55a7<br \/>\n<em>Under the shinning moon pines and houses rest serene at night<\/em><br \/>\n<em>By dawn fowls and dogs make merry rendering the morning bright<strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u9a5a\u805e\u4fd7\u5ba2\u722d\u4f86\u96c6\u00a0 \u7af6\u5f15\u9084\u5bb6\u9593\u90fd\u9091<br \/>\n<em>Surprised to see the fisherman the villagers gather in a welcoming feat<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Everyone invites the guest home to ask about his homestead<\/em><\/p>\n<p>(\u5e73\u660e\u95ad\u5df7\u6383\u82b1\u958b\u00a0 \u8584\u66ae\u6f01\u6a35\u4e58\u6c34\u5165\u00a0\u00a0 \u521d\u56e0\u907f\u5730\u53bb\u4eba\u9593\u00a0 \u66f4\u554f\u795e\u4ed9\u9042\u4e0d\u9084<br \/>\n\u5cfd\u88e1\u8ab0\u77e5\u6709\u4eba\u4e8b\u00a0 \u4e16\u4e2d\u9059\u671b\u7a7a\u96f2\u5c71\u00a0\u00a0 \u4e0d\u7591\u9748\u5883\u96e3\u805e\u898b\u00a0 \u5875\u5fc3\u672a\u76e1\u601d\u9109\u7e23<br \/>\n\u51fa\u6d1e\u7121\u8ad6\u9694\u5c71\u6c34\u00a0 \u8fad\u5bb6\u7d42\u64ec\u9577\u6e38\u884d\u00a0\u00a0 \u81ea\u8b02\u7d93\u904e\u820a\u4e0d\u8ff7\u00a0 \u5b89\u77e5\u5cf0\u58d1\u4eca\u4f86\u8b8a)<\/p>\n<p>\u7576\u6642\u53ea\u8a18\u5165\u5c71\u6df1\u00a0 \u9752\u6eaa\u5e7e\u5ea6\u5230\u96f2\u6797<br \/>\n<em>He remembers how he had entered the mountain paths deep<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Through misty woods winding streams time and again lead<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u6625\u4f86\u904d\u662f\u6843\u82b1\u6c34\u00a0 \u4e0d\u8fa8\u4ed9\u6e90\u4f55\u8655\u5c0b<br \/>\n<em>Spring arrives every year to fill the stream with blossoms ever more<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Not recognizing the way to the fairy land it could be found no more\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Visit the Legendary Peach Blossom Valley (in parts) tr. by SL Kong \u6f01\u821f\u9010\u6c34\u611b\u5c71\u6625\u00a0 \u5169\u5cb8\u6843\u82b1\u593e\u53e4\u6d25 The fishing boat follows the river into the mountains in spring On both banks peach blossoms shine in timeless sprints \u5750\u770b\u7d05\u6a39\u4e0d\u77e5\u9060\u00a0 \u884c\u76e1\u9752\u6eaa\u5ffd\u503c\u4eba Watching the flaming trees &hellip; 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