{"id":19766,"date":"2015-01-04T22:56:40","date_gmt":"2015-01-05T03:56:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=19766"},"modified":"2015-01-04T22:58:35","modified_gmt":"2015-01-05T03:58:35","slug":"%e3%80%8a%e5%a4%a2%e6%ad%b8%e3%80%8b%e3%80%8a%e9%b7%93%e9%b4%a3%e5%a4%a9%c2%b7%e8%96%84%e5%91%bd%e5%a6%be%e8%be%ad%e3%80%8b%e3%80%8a%e5%8d%9c%e5%b1%85%e5%a4%96%e5%ae%b6%e6%9d%b1%e5%9c%92%e3%80%8b","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=19766","title":{"rendered":"\u300a\u5922\u6b78\u300b\u300a\u9dd3\u9d23\u5929\u00b7\u8584\u547d\u59be\u8fad\u300b\u300a\u4eba\u6708\u5713\u00b7\u535c\u5c45\u5916\u5bb6\u6771\u5712\u300b\u5143\u597d\u554f (1190-1257) __ \u6c5f\u7d39\u502b\u82f1\u8b6f"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>\u300a\u5922\u6b78\u300b\u300aDreaming for Home\u300bYuan Haowen (1190-1257)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u6194\u60b4\u5357\u51a0\u4e00\u695a\u56da\u00a0 In languish I am now in prison<br \/>\n\u6b78\u5fc3\u6c5f\u6f22\u65e5\u6771\u6d41\u00a0 To return home my wish flows like a river incessant<br \/>\n\u9752\u5c71\u6b77\u6b77\u9109\u95dc\u5922\u00a0 Hills remain green I see my homeland in my dream<br \/>\n\u9ec3\u8449\u856d\u856d\u98a8\u96e8\u79cb\u00a0 Leaves turn yellow under severe rains and winds<br \/>\n\u8ca7\u88e1\u6709\u8a69\u5de5\u4f5c\u795f\u00a0 In lanes with poor families there are plenty of poems<br \/>\n\u4e82\u4f86\u7121\u6dda\u53ef\u4f9b\u6101\u00a0 When confused grief could not be washed away with tears<br \/>\n\u6b98\u5e74\u5144\u5f1f\u76f8\u9022\u5728\u00a0 In these destitute years we brothers rejoice to meet again<br \/>\n\u96a8\u5206\u9f4f\u9e7d\u842c\u4e8b\u4f11\u00a0 Happily we share salted veggies nothing we care to gain\u00a0<!--more--><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u300a\u9dd3\u9d23\u5929\u00b7\u8584\u547d\u59be\u8fad\u300b\u300aTune: Partridge Sky\u300b<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u984f\u8272\u5982\u82b1\u756b\u4e0d\u6210\u00a0 Her beauty like flower needing no make-up<br \/>\n\u547d\u5982\u8449\u8584\u53ef\u6190\u751f\u00a0 Her fate thin as a leaf attracting no vying consort<br \/>\n\u6d6e\u840d\u81ea\u5408\u7121\u6839\u8482\u00a0 A floating water lily knows a lack of roots<br \/>\n\u694a\u67f3\u8ab0\u6559\u7ba1\u9001\u8fce\u00a0 A waving willow dose welcoming and sending chores<br \/>\n\u96f2\u805a\u6563\u00a0 Clouds come and go<br \/>\n\u6708\u8667\u76c8\u00a0 The moon crests and becomes full<br \/>\n\u6d77\u67af\u77f3\u721b\u53e4\u4eca\u60c5\u00a0 She vows to love till seas dry and rocks decay<br \/>\n\u9d1b\u9d26\u53ea\u5f71\u6c5f\u5357\u5cb8\u00a0 Only to watch a single lovebird on river banks rove<br \/>\n\u8178\u65b7\u67af\u8377\u591c\u96e8\u8072\u00a0 Through the night she listens to rains beating wilt lily leaves<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u300a\u4eba\u6708\u5713\u00b7\u535c\u5c45\u5916\u5bb6\u6771\u5712\u300b\u300aMoving in to Live in My Wife\u2019s Maiden Home\u300b<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u91cd\u5d17\u5df2\u9694\u7d05\u5875\u65b7\u00a0 Layers of hills cut off mundane world affairs<br \/>\n\u6751\u843d\u66f4\u5e74\u8c50\u00a0 The villagers enjoy bumper harvests for years<br \/>\n\u79fb\u5c45\u8981\u5c31\u00a0 Moving in I settle down in serene<br \/>\n\u7a97\u4e2d\u9060\u5cab\u00a0 Watching distant peaks through my window screen<br \/>\n\u820d\u5f8c\u9577\u677e\u00a0 Behind my cottage a pine grove welcomes me in<br \/>\n\u5341\u5e74\u7a2e\u6728\u00a0 Trees planted mature in ten years<br \/>\n\u4e00\u5e74\u7a2e\u8c37\u00a0 Rice cultivated harvested twice a year<br \/>\n\u90fd\u4ed8\u5152\u7ae5\u00a0 They are for prosperity of our heirs<br \/>\n\u8001\u592b\u60df\u6709\u00a0 For me this old man<br \/>\n\u9192\u4f86\u660e\u6708\u00a0 I delight to see the bright moon whenever I am sober<br \/>\n\u9189\u5f8c\u6e05\u98a8\u00a0 And enjoy the cool breeze when tipsy and merry<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u300a\u5922\u6b78\u300b\u300aDreaming for Home\u300bYuan Haowen (1190-1257) \u6194\u60b4\u5357\u51a0\u4e00\u695a\u56da\u00a0 In languish I am now in prison \u6b78\u5fc3\u6c5f\u6f22\u65e5\u6771\u6d41\u00a0 To return home my wish flows like a river incessant \u9752\u5c71\u6b77\u6b77\u9109\u95dc\u5922\u00a0 Hills remain green I see my homeland in my dream \u9ec3\u8449\u856d\u856d\u98a8\u96e8\u79cb\u00a0 Leaves turn yellow under &hellip; 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