{"id":7766,"date":"2010-11-28T09:56:36","date_gmt":"2010-11-28T14:56:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=7766"},"modified":"2010-11-30T12:36:03","modified_gmt":"2010-11-30T17:36:03","slug":"%e3%80%8a%e8%99%9e%e7%be%8e%e4%ba%ba%e3%80%8b%e5%90%ac%e9%9b%a8%e5%8d%97%e5%ae%8b-%e8%92%8b%e6%8d%b7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=7766","title":{"rendered":"\u300a\u865e\u7f8e\u4eba\u300b\t\u542c\u96e8\t\t\t(\u5357\u5b8b) \u848b\u6377"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/strong>Tune: Lady Yu the Beauty\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Jiang Jie (13th<\/sup> Century)<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0Listening to the rain\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

[Tr. YK Chan<\/em><\/span>\u00a0 \u9648\u8000\u56fd\u8bd1]\u00a0\"\"<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em>When young listening to the rain as songs\u00a0were sung on the floor above,<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

From crimson candles smoke lingered onto the canopied bed of love.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

When I travelled middle-aged, listening to the rain on a passenger boat,<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Above a river wide clouds hung low,<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

A lost goose cried as the chilly west wind blowed.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Now listening to the rain at the monk\u2019s lodge,<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

My hair has speckled and scattered without dodge,<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Sadness and happiness, separation and reunion impassion me no more.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

The\u00a0rain pours on the terrace galore,<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

then drizzles until dawn.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

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Note:<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0 Joseph Needham (1900-95), “The Man Who Loved China” (a biography by Simon Winchester http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=b1j2zs4Xwqk<\/a>), translated this poem with the help of his friends thus:<\/span><\/p>\n

As a young man, listening to the girls in a tower
\n\u00a0\u00a0 I heard the sound of the rain,
\nWhile the red candle burned dim in the damp air.
\nIn middle age, travelling by boat on a river,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I listened to the rain falling, falling;
\n\u00a0\u00a0 The river was wide and clouds drifted above;
\nI heard the solitary cry of a teal borne on the west wind.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And now in a cloister cell I hear the rain again,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My hair is grey and sparse;
\nSadness and Happiness, separation and reunion, all seem one,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 They move me no more.
\nLet the rain drop all night on the deserted pavement
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Till the day dawns.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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