013
五言古诗
王维
送别

下马饮君酒， 问君何所之？
君言不得意， 归卧南山陲。
但去莫复闻， 白云无尽时。
又作问
Five-character-quatrain
Wang Wei
AT PARTING

I dismount from my horse and I offer you wine,
And I ask you where you are going and why.
And you answer: \"I am discontent
And would rest at the foot of the southern mountain.
So give me leave and ask me no questions.
White clouds pass there without end.\"
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014
五言古诗
王维
送綦毋潜落第还乡

圣代无隐者， 英灵尽来归，
遂令东山客， 不得顾采薇。
既至金门远， 孰云吾道非？
江淮度寒食， 京洛缝春衣。
置酒长安道， 同心与我违；
行当浮桂棹， 未几拂荆扉。
远树带行客， 孤城当落晖。
吾谋适不用， 勿谓知音稀？
Five-character-quatrain
Wang Wei
TO QIWU QIAN BOUND HOME
AFTER FAILING IN AN EXAMINATION

In a happy reign there should be no hermits;
The wise and able should consult together....
So you, a man of the eastern mountains,
Gave up your life of picking herbs
And came all the way to the Gate of Gold --
But you found your devotion unavailing.
...To spend the Day of No Fire on one of the southern rivers,
You have mended your spring clothes here in these northern cities.
I pour you the farewell wine as you set out from the capital --
Soon I shall be left behind here by my bosomfriend.
In your sail-boat of sweet cinnamon-wood
You will float again toward your own thatch door,
Led along by distant trees
To a sunset shining on a far-away town.
...What though your purpose happened to fail,
Doubt not that some of us can hear high music.
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015
五言古诗
王维
青溪

言入黄花川， 每逐青溪水；
随山将万转， 趣途无百里。
声喧乱石中， 色静深松里；
漾漾泛菱荇， 澄澄映葭苇。
我心素已闲， 清川澹如此。
请留盘石上， 垂钓将已矣！
Five-character-quatrain
Wang Wei
A GREEN STREAM

I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers,
Borne by the channel of a green stream,
Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains
On a journey of less than thirty miles....
Rapids hum over heaped rocks;
But where light grows dim in the thick pines,
The surface of an inlet sways with nut-horns
And weeds are lush along the banks.
...Down in my heart I have always been as pure
As this limpid water is....
Oh, to remain on a broad flat rock
And to cast a fishing-line forever!
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016
五言古诗
王维
渭川田家

斜光照墟落， 穷巷牛羊归。
野老念牧童， 倚杖候荆扉。
雉雊麦苗秀， 蚕眠桑叶稀。
田夫荷锄立， 相见语依依。
即此羡闲逸， 怅然吟式微。
Five-character-quatrain
Wang Wei
A FARM-HOUSE ON THE WEI RIVER

In the slant of the sun on the country-side,
Cattle and sheep trail home along the lane;
And a rugged old man in a thatch door
Leans on a staff and thinks of his son, the herdboy.
There are whirring pheasants? full wheat-ears,
Silk-worms asleep, pared mulberry-leaves.
And the farmers, returning with hoes on their shoulders,
Hail one another familiarly.
...No wonder I long for the simple life
And am sighing the old song, Oh, to go Back Again!
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017
五言古诗
王维
西施咏

艳色天下重， 西施宁久微？
朝为越溪女， 暮作吴宫妃。
*日岂殊众？ 贵来方悟稀。
邀人傅脂粉， 不自著罗衣，
君宠益娇态， 君怜无是非。
当时浣纱伴， 莫得同车归。
持谢邻家子， 效颦安可希？
Five-character-quatrain
Wang Wei
THE BEAUTIFUL XI SHI

Since beauty is honoured all over the Empire,
How could Xi Shi remain humbly at home? --
Washing clothes at dawn by a southern lake --
And that evening a great lady in a palace of the north:
Lowly one day, no different from the others,
The next day exalted, everyone praising her.
No more would her own hands powder her face
Or arrange on her shoulders a silken robe.
And the more the King loved her, the lovelier she looked,
Blinding him away from wisdom.
...Girls who had once washed silk beside her
Were kept at a distance from her chariot.
And none of the girls in her neighbours\' houses
By pursing their brows could copy her beauty.
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018
五言古诗
孟浩然
秋登兰山寄张五

北山白云里， 隐者自怡悦；
相望始登高， 心随雁飞灭。
愁因薄暮起， 兴是清秋发。
时见归村人， 沙行渡头歇。
天边树若荠， 江畔洲如月。
何当载酒来， 共醉重阳节。
Five-character-ancient-verse
Meng Haoran
ON CLIMBING ORCHID MOUNTAIN
IN THE AUTUMN TO ZHANG

On a northern peak among white clouds
You have found your hermitage of peace;
And now, as I climb this mountain to see you,
High with the wildgeese flies my heart.
The quiet dusk might seem a little sad
If this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear;
I look down at the river bank, with homeward-bound villagers
Resting on the sand till the ferry returns;
There are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses
And against the river\'s rim an island like the moon
I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine --
And we\'ll celebrate together the Mountain Holiday.

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