{"id":390,"date":"2009-12-05T20:49:57","date_gmt":"2009-12-06T01:49:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=390"},"modified":"2010-01-11T22:46:45","modified_gmt":"2010-01-12T03:46:45","slug":"%e6%b0%b4%e8%b0%83%e6%ad%8c%e5%a4%b4%e8%8b%8f%e8%bd%bc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=390","title":{"rendered":"\u6c34\u8c03\u6b4c\u5934 (\u5b8b)\u82cf\u8f7c"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u660e\u6708\u51e0\u65f6\u6709\uff0c\u628a\u9152\u95ee\u9752\u5929\u3002\u4e0d\u77e5\u5929\u4e0a\u5bab\u9619\uff0c<a href=\"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/Shui-diao.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-1467\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/Shui-diao.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"293\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n\u4eca\u5915\u662f\u4f55\u5e74\u3002\u6211\u6b32\u4e58\u98ce\u5f52\u53bb, \u53c8\u6050\u743c\u697c\u7389\u5b87\uff0c<br \/>\n\u9ad8\u5904\u4e0d\u80dc\u5bd2\uff0c\u8d77\u821e\u5f04\u6e05\u5f71\uff0c\u4f55\u4f3c\u5728\u4eba\u95f4\u3002<\/p>\n<p>\u8f6c\u6731\u9601\uff0c\u4f4e\u7eee\u6237\uff0c\u7167\u65e0\u7720\u3002\u4e0d\u5e94\u6709\u6068\uff0c<br \/>\n\u4f55\u4e8b\u957f\u5411\u522b\u65f6\u5706\u3002\u4eba\u6709\u60b2\u6b22\u79bb\u5408\uff0c<br \/>\n\u6708\u6709\u9634\u6674\u5706\u7f3a\uff0c\u6b64\u4e8b\u53e4\u96be\u5168\u3002<br \/>\n\u4f46\u613f\u4eba\u957f\u4e45\uff0c\u5343\u91cc\u5171\u5a75\u5a1f!<\/p>\n<p><strong>Shui diao ge tou (Prelude to Water Music)&#8211;Su Shi<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>Translated by YK Chan 10 September 2008<\/em><\/p>\n<p>When will there be a bright shining moon?<br \/>\nWith a wine glass in hand I ask heaven.<br \/>\nIn the palace high up and above,<br \/>\nI know not which year it is tonight.<br \/>\nI wish to ride the wind to return there,<br \/>\nbut fear in such fine jade buildings<br \/>\nI can\u2019t stand the chilly altitude.<br \/>\nDancing along with my vivid shadow,<br \/>\nit\u2019s nothing like home on earth.<\/p>\n<p>Moonlight wraparound on the crimson pavilion,<br \/>\nlowly it shines at the ornate windows and<br \/>\nglares on the sleepless. Ought not to bear grudges,<br \/>\nfor what a full moon shines always at parting?<br \/>\nMen grieve or rejoice, separate or reunite;<br \/>\nthe moon dims or shines, waxes or wanes.<br \/>\nSuch affairs hardly fulfil since the dawn of time.<br \/>\nNevertheless, well wishes to us forever,<br \/>\nsharing the same elegant moonlight from afar!<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><strong>Tune of &#8220;Prelude to Water melody\u201d<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u6c5f\u7d39\u502b\u8b6f<\/p>\n<p>Whence will the moon shine this way again<br \/>\nI ask in earnest a wine-cup in hand<br \/>\nWhere-in the palaces high up in sky<br \/>\nWhat year could it be tonight<br \/>\nI&#8217;d love to return there riding the wind<br \/>\nBut I fear where these towers and jade palaces are in<br \/>\nThe chill and altitude are too much for my liking<br \/>\nDancing with my shadow in tow<br \/>\nI feel &#8217;tis a better place here with people I know<\/p>\n<p>In the ornate mansion red<br \/>\nBehind lowered drapes embroidery spread<br \/>\nSuch glare kept me sleepless in bed<br \/>\nI should have no lingering spite or hate<br \/>\nO Moon why do you always shine when people separate<br \/>\nAmong men sorrow joy separation or togetherness are but normal life state<br \/>\nFor you Moon there are times of shade or shine fullness and wane<br \/>\nNone had always been perfect since time immemorial<\/p>\n<p>Let\u2019s keep our love true everlasting<br \/>\nAnd share the moon bright and trusting<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>\u00a0<br \/>\n<strong>Remembrance in Mid-Autumn &#8211; to the tune of &#8220;Barcarole Prelude&#8221;<br \/>\n<\/strong><em>translated by Father John Turner<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;When did this glorious moon begin to be?&#8217;<br \/>\nCup in hand, I asked of the azure sky:<br \/>\nAnd wondered in the palaces of the air<br \/>\nWhat calendar this night do they go by.<br \/>\nYes, I would wish to mount the winds and wander there<br \/>\nAt home; but dread those onyx towers and halls of jade<br \/>\nSet so immeasurably cold and high.<br \/>\nTo tread a measure, to support with fleshless shade,<br \/>\nHow alien to our frail mortality!<\/p>\n<p>Her light round scarlet pavilion, &#8216;neath broidered screen, down streams<br \/>\nOn me that sleepless lie.<br \/>\nAh, vain indeed is my complaining:<br \/>\nBut why must she beam at the full on those that sundered sigh?<br \/>\nAs men have their weal and woe, their parting and meeting, it seems<br \/>\nThe moon has her dark and light, her phases of fulness and waning.<br \/>\nNever is seen perfection things that die.<br \/>\nYet would I crave one solitary boon:<br \/>\nLong be we linked with light of the fair moon<br \/>\nOver large leagues of distance, thou and I.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u660e\u6708\u51e0\u65f6\u6709\uff0c\u628a\u9152\u95ee\u9752\u5929\u3002\u4e0d\u77e5\u5929\u4e0a\u5bab\u9619\uff0c \u4eca\u5915\u662f\u4f55\u5e74\u3002\u6211\u6b32\u4e58\u98ce\u5f52\u53bb, \u53c8\u6050\u743c\u697c\u7389\u5b87\uff0c \u9ad8\u5904\u4e0d\u80dc\u5bd2\uff0c\u8d77\u821e\u5f04\u6e05\u5f71\uff0c\u4f55\u4f3c\u5728\u4eba\u95f4\u3002 \u8f6c\u6731\u9601\uff0c\u4f4e\u7eee\u6237\uff0c\u7167\u65e0\u7720\u3002\u4e0d\u5e94\u6709\u6068\uff0c \u4f55\u4e8b\u957f\u5411\u522b\u65f6\u5706\u3002\u4eba\u6709\u60b2\u6b22\u79bb\u5408\uff0c \u6708\u6709\u9634\u6674\u5706\u7f3a\uff0c\u6b64\u4e8b\u53e4\u96be\u5168\u3002 \u4f46\u613f\u4eba\u957f\u4e45\uff0c\u5343\u91cc\u5171\u5a75\u5a1f! Shui diao ge tou (Prelude to Water Music)&#8211;Su Shi Translated by YK Chan 10 September 2008 When will there be a bright shining moon? 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