046
七言古诗
陈子昂
登幽州台歌
前不见古人， 后不见来者；
念天地之悠悠， 独怆然而涕下。
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Chen Ziang
ON A GATE-TOWER AT YUZHOU

Where, before me, are the ages that have gone?
And where, behind me, are the coming generations?
I think of heaven and earth, without limit, without end,
And I am all alone and my tears fall down.
 
047
七言古诗
李颀
古意
男儿事长征， 少小幽燕客，
赌胜马蹄下， 由来轻七尺；
杀人莫敢前， 须如蝟毛磔。
黄云陇底白雪飞， 未得报恩不能归。
辽东小妇年十五，惯弹琵琶解歌舞，
今为羌笛出塞声，使我三军泪如雨。
Seven-character-ancient-verse
Li Qi
AN OLD AIR

There once was a man, sent on military missions,
A wanderer, from youth, on the You and Yan frontiers.
Under the horses\' hoofs he would meet his foes
And, recklessly risking his seven-foot body,
Would slay whoever dared confront
Those moustaches that bristled like porcupinequills.
...There were dark clouds below the hills, there were white clouds above them,
But before a man has served full time, how can he go back?
In eastern Liao a girl was waiting, a girl of fifteen years,
Deft with a guitar, expert in dance and song.
...She seems to be fluting, even now, a reed-song of home,
Filling every soldier\'s eyes with homesick tears.
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048
七言古诗
李颀
送陈章甫

四月南风大麦黄， 枣花未落桐叶长。
青山朝别暮还见， 嘶马出门思故乡。
陈侯立身何坦荡？ 虬须虎眉仍大颡。
腹中贮书一万卷， 不肯低头在草莽。
东门酤酒饮我曹， 心轻万事皆鸿毛，
醉卧不知白日暮， 有时空望孤云高。
长河浪头连天黑， 津口停舟渡不得；
郑国游人未及家， 洛阳行子空叹息。
闻道故林相识多， 罢官昨日今如何。
Seven-character-ancient-verse
Li Qi
A FAREWELL TO MY FRIEND CHEN ZHANGFU

In the Fourth-month the south wind blows plains of yellow barley,
Date-flowers have not faded yet and lakka-leaves are long.
The green peak that we left at dawn we still can see at evening,
While our horses whinny on the road, eager to turn homeward.
...Chen, my friend, you have always been a great and good man,
With your dragon\'s moustache, tiger\'s eyebrows and your massive forehead.
In your bosom you have shelved away ten thousand volumes.
You have held your head high, never bowed it in the dust.
...After buying us wine and pledging us, here at the eastern gate,
And taking things as lightly as a wildgoose feather,
Flat you lie, tipsy, forgetting the white sun;
But now and then you open your eyes and gaze at a high lone cloud.
...The tide-head of the lone river joins the darkening sky.
The ferryman beaches his boat. It has grown too late to sail.
And people on their way from Cheng cannot go home,
And people from Loyang sigh with disappointment.
...I have heard about the many friends around your wood land dwelling.
Yesterday you were dismissed. Are they your friends today?
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049
七言古诗
李颀
琴歌

主人有酒欢今夕， 请奏鸣琴广陵客。
月照城头乌半飞， 霜凄万树风入衣；
铜炉华烛烛增辉， 初弹渌水后楚妃。
一声已动物皆静， 四座无言星欲稀。
清淮奉使千余里， 敢告云山从此始。
Seven-character-ancient-verse
Li Qi
A LUTE SONG

Our host, providing abundant wine to make the night mellow,
Asks his guest from Yangzhou to play for us on the lute.
Toward the moon that whitens the city-wall, black crows are flying,
Frost is on ten thousand trees, and the wind blows through our clothes;
But a copper stove has added its light to that of flowery candles,
And the lute plays The Green Water, and then The Queen of Chu.
Once it has begun to play, there is no other sound:
A spell is on the banquet, while the stars grow thin....
But three hundred miles from here, in Huai, official duties await him,
And so it\'s farewell, and the road again, under cloudy mountains.
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050
七言古诗
李颀
听董大弹胡笳声兼寄语弄房给事

蔡女昔造胡笳声， 一弹一十有八拍。
胡人落泪沾边草， 汉使断肠对归客。
古戍苍苍烽火寒， 大荒沈沈飞雪白。
先拂声弦后角羽， 四郊秋叶惊摵摵。
董夫子，通神明， 深山窃听来妖精。
言迟更速皆应手， 将往复旋如有情。
空山百鸟散还合， 万里浮云阴且晴。
嘶酸雏雁失群夜， 断绝胡儿恋母声。
川为静其波， 鸟亦罢其鸣；
乌孙部落家乡远， 逻娑沙尘哀怨生。
幽音变调忽飘洒， 长风吹林雨堕瓦；
迸泉飒飒飞木末， 野鹿呦呦走堂下。
长安城连东掖垣， 凤凰池对青琐门，
高才脱略名与利， 日夕望君抱琴至。
Seven-character-ancient-verse
Li Qi
ON HEARING DONG PLAY THE FLAGEOLET
A POEM TO PALACE-ATTENDANT FANG

When this melody for the flageolet was made by Lady Cai,
When long ago one by one she sang its eighteen stanzas,
Even the Tartars were shedding tears into the border grasses,
And the envoy of China was heart-broken, turning back home with his escort.
...Cold fires now of old battles are grey on ancient forts,
And the wilderness is shadowed with white new-flying snow.
...When the player first brushes the Shang string and the Jue and then the Yu,
Autumn-leaves in all four quarters are shaken with a murmur.
Dong, the master,
Must have been taught in heaven.
Demons come from the deep pine-wood and stealthily listen
To music slow, then quick, following his hand,
Now far away, now near again, according to his heart.
A hundred birds from an empty mountain scatter and return;
Three thousand miles of floating clouds darken and lighten;
A wildgoose fledgling, left behind, cries for its flock,
And a Tartar child for the mother he loves.
Then river waves are calmed
And birds are mute that were singing,
And Wuzu tribes are homesick for their distant land,
And out of the dust of Siberian steppes rises a plaintive sorrow.
...Suddenly the low sound leaps to a freer tune,
Like a long wind swaying a forest, a downpour breaking tiles,
A cascade through the air, flying over tree-tops.
...A wild deer calls to his fellows. He is running among the mansions
In the corner of the capital by the Eastern Palace wall....
Phoenix Lake lies opposite the Gate of Green Jade;
But how can fame and profit concern a man of genius?
Day and night I long for him to bring his lute again.
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051
七言古诗
李颀
听安万善吹觱篥歌

南山截竹为觱篥， 此乐本自龟兹出。
流传汉地曲转奇， 凉州胡人为我吹；
傍邻闻者多叹息， 远客思乡皆泪垂。
世人解听不解赏， 长飙风中自来往。
枯桑老柏寒飕飗， 九雏鸣凤乱啾啾。
龙吟虎啸一时发， 万籁百泉相与秋。
忽然更作渔阳掺， 黄云萧条白日暗。
变调如闻杨柳春， 上林繁花照眼新。
岁夜高堂列明烛， 美酒一杯声一曲。
Seven-character-ancient-verse
Li Qi
ON HEARING AN WANSHAN PLAY THE REED-PIPE

Bamboo from the southern hills was used to make this pipe.
And its music, that was introduced from Persia first of all,
Has taken on new magic through later use in China.
And now the Tartar from Liangzhou, blowing it for me,
Drawing a sigh from whosoever hears it,
Is bringing to a wanderer\'s eyes homesick tears....
Many like to listen; but few understand.
To and fro at will there\'s a long wind flying,
Dry mulberry-trees, old cypresses, trembling in its chill.
There are nine baby phoenixes, outcrying one another;
A dragon and a tiger spring up at the same moment;
Then in a hundred waterfalls ten thousand songs of autumn
Are suddenly changing to The Yuyang Lament;
And when yellow clouds grow thin and the white sun darkens,
They are changing still again to Spring in the Willow Trees.
Like Imperial Garden flowers, brightening the eye with beauty,
Are the high-hall candles we have lighted this cold night,
And with every cup of wine goes another round of music.
 
052
七言古诗
孟浩然
夜归鹿门山歌
山寺钟鸣昼已昏， 渔梁渡头争渡喧；
人随沙路向江村， 余亦乘舟归鹿门。
鹿门月照开烟树， 忽到庞公栖隐处；
岩扉松径长寂寥， 惟有幽人自来去。
Seven-character-ancient-verse
Meng Haoran
RETURNING AT NIGHT TO LUMEN MOUNTAIN

A bell in the mountain-temple sounds the coming of night.
I hear people at the fishing-town stumble aboard the ferry,
While others follow the sand-bank to their homes along the river.
...I also take a boat and am bound for Lumen Mountain --
And soon the Lumen moonlight is piercing misty trees.
I have come, before I know it, upon an ancient hermitage,
The thatch door, the piney path, the solitude, the quiet,
Where a hermit lives and moves, never needing a companion. 
 

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