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关于英文版的唐诗篇1

梦李白(之二)

杜甫

浮云终日行， 游子久不至。

三夜频梦君， 情亲见君意。

告归常局促， 苦道来不易。

江湖多风波， 舟楫恐失坠。

出门搔白首， 若负平生志。

冠盖满京华， 斯人独憔悴。

孰云网恢恢， 将老身反累。

千秋万岁名， 寂寞身后事。

seeing li bai in a dream( ii )

du fu

this cloud, that has drifted all day through the sky,

may, like a wanderer, never come back….

three nights now i have dreamed of you --

as tender, intimate and real as though i were awake.

and then, abruptly rising to go,

you told me the perils of adventure

by river and lake-the storms, the wrecks,

the fears that are borne on a little boat;

and, here in my doorway, you rubbed your white head

as if there were something puzzling you.

…our capital teems with officious people,

while you are alone and helpless and poor.

who says that the heavenly net never fails?

it has brought you ill fortune, old as you are.

…a thousand years' fame, ten thousand years' fame-

what good, when you are dead and gone.

关于英文版的唐诗篇2

渭川田家

王维

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。

a farm-house on the wei river

wang wei

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!

关于英文版的唐诗篇3

寻西山隐者不遇

邱为

绝顶一茅茨， 直上三十里。

扣关无僮仆， 窥室惟案几。

若非巾柴车， 应是钓秋水。

差池不相见， 黾勉空仰止。

草色新雨中， 松声晚窗里。

及兹契幽绝， 自足荡心耳。

虽无宾主意， 颇得清净理。

兴尽方下山， 何必待之子。

after missing the recluse on the western mountain

qiu wei

to your hermitage here on the top of the mountain

i have climbed, without stopping, these ten miles.

i have knocked at your door, and no one answered;

i have peeped into your room, at your seat beside the table.

perhaps you are out riding in your canopied chair,

or fishing, more likely, in some autumn pool.

sorry though i am to be missing you,

you have become my meditation --

the beauty of your grasses, fresh with rain,

and close beside your window the music of your pines.

i take into my being all that i see and hear,

soothing my senses, quieting my heart;

and though there be neither host nor guest,

have i not reasoned a visit complete?

…after enough, i have gone down the mountain.

why should i wait for you any longer?