山东群英会开奖号码查询:Su Tung-P'o (1037-1101)


山东群英会开奖查询 www.cei4.com.cn Spring Night  I Travel Day and Night  New Year's Eve*  Lament of the Farm Wife of Wu 


Spring Night

Spring night - one hour worth a thousand gold coins;
clear scent of flowers, shadowy moon.
Songs and flutes upstairs - threads of sound;
in the garden, a swing, where night is deep and still.


I Travel Day and Night

Passed the place where the Ying River enters the Huai, and for the first time saw the mountains along the Huai. Today we reached Shou-chou.

I travel day and night toward the Yangtze and the sea.
Maple leaves, reed flowers - fall has endless sights.
On the broad Huai I can't tell if the sky is near or far;
green hills keep rising and falling with the boat.
Shou-chou - already I see the white stone pagoda,
though short oars haven't brought us around Yellow Grass Hill.
Waves calm, wind mild - I look for the landing.
My friends have stood a long time in twilight mist.


New Year's Eve*

New Year's Eve - you'd think I could go home early
but official business keeps me.
I hold the brush and face them with tears:
pitiful convicts in chains,
little men who tried to fill their bellies,
fell into the law's net, don't understand disgrace.
And I? In love with a meager stipend
I hold on to my job and miss the chance to retire.
Don't ask who is foolish or wise;
all of us alike scheme for a meal.
The ancients would have freed them a while at New Year's -
would I dare do otherwise? I am silent with shame.

*Written in 1071 when Su was vice-governor of Hangchow. By custom, criminal cases involving the death penalty had to be settled before New Year's.


Lament of the Farm Wife of Wu

Rice this year ripens so late!
We watch, but when will frost winds come?
They come - with rain in bucketfuls;
the harrow sprouts mod, the sickle rusts.
My tears are all cried out, but rain never ends;
it hurts to see yellow stalks flattened in mud.
We camped in a grass shelter a month by the fields;
then it cleared and we reaped the grain, followed the wagon home,
sweaty, shoulders sore, carting it to town -
the price it fetched, you'd think we came with chaff.
We sold the ox to pay taxes, broke up the roof for kindling;
we'll get by for the time, but what of next year's hunger?
Officials demand cash now - they won't take grain;
the long northwest border tempts invaders.
Wise men fill the court - why do things get worse?
I'd be better off bride to the River Lord*

*ancient custom of sacrificing a young girl each year as a "bride" to the River Lord, the god of the Yellow River.


中国诗歌库 中华诗库 中国诗典 中国诗人 山东群英会开奖查询 山东群英会开奖查询

  • 传统节日,从美食走向美感(新语) 2019-03-21
  • 智媒云图(Intell Vision):机器人画家琥珀 2019-03-21
  • 张江汀孟凡利现场调度部署应对强对流天气工作 2019-03-09
  • 广州市从化区人民法院公告专栏 2019-03-05
  • 好好的书报亭放没放样,周围堆得一塌糊涂乱七八糟,真正的主人都搓麻将去了。再现代化造型在金钱至上的社会不可能再有相应的雅知气了。 2019-02-27
  • 确认过剧集,陈坤和万茜是来搞笑的! 2019-02-27
  • 家中被盗竟是女友所为 未曾想24岁女友竟已年近50 2019-02-23
  • 杨岳被提请任命为江苏省政府副省长 2019-02-22
  • 空军首支歼20部队开展多型新机编队协同战术训练 2019-02-22
  • 留得青山在,何愁春不来? 2019-02-21
  • 我国道路货运行业从业人员超2100万 2019-02-14
  • 新疆维吾尔自治区交通运输厅 2019-02-14
  • 今年世界杯,贝克汉姆最看好哪支球队? 2019-02-11
  • [大笑]不然小萌们也发神经要去造飞船,是分给他们资源呢还是不分?分,肯定是竹篮打水,不分,又违背了分配原则。 2019-02-11
  • 2018亚洲消费电子展开幕:前沿创新技术亮相 2019-01-31
  • 230| 344| 851| 441| 906| 113| 173| 472| 919| 550| 114| 899| 902| 248| 290|