Su Shi's Poetry and Translations

2026-03-09 15:06

The following are some of Su Shi's poems and their translation: - "Watching the Tide":"The misty rain on Lushan Mountain and the tide in Zhejiang Province will not stop until it reaches a thousand." When I get there, there's nothing else to do. It's misty rain on Mount Lu and tides in Zhejiang." The misty rain of Lushan Mountain and the tide of Qiantang River are both worth watching. If you don't have the chance to see it, you will regret it for life. Finally, he saw the scenery of Lushan and Zhejiang with his own eyes, but he found that the impulsive delusions of the past were nothing more than that. He only felt that the misty rain of Lushan was the misty rain of Lushan, and the tide of Zhejiang was the tide of Zhejiang. - [Inscription on the West Forest Wall]:"Looking horizontally at the side of the ridge, there are peaks. The distance and height are different. I don't know the true face of Mount Lu because I'm in this mountain." From the side, one could see the continuous undulating mountains, far away, near, high, and low, showing different appearances. The reason why they couldn't see the true face of Mount Lu was because they were in the middle of it. - [Jiangcheng Zi-Dream Remembrance on the 20th Night of the First Month of the First Month]:[Ten years of life and death are boundless. It is hard to forget even if you don't think about it. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet again, we should not know each other, but our faces are covered with dust and our hair is like frost. At night I dreamed that I had suddenly returned to my hometown. I was dressing up by the window of the small pavilion. They looked at each other without saying a word, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where my heart is broken every year, the bright moon night, the short pine hill." It has been a full ten years since we parted for you and my wife. I can't bear to miss you, but it's hard to forget. The lonely grave was thousands of miles away, and there was no place to express the sorrow and desolation in his heart. Even if you and I meet again, I'm afraid you won't be able to recognize me. My face is already covered in dust and my temples are like frost. Last night, I dreamt that I had returned to my hometown and saw you dressing up in front of the small window. The two of us faced each other in silence, only tears falling. He guessed that the grave mountain with the pine trees under the bright moon was the place where his wife felt heartbroken every year. - [Shuidiao Getou: When will the bright moon appear?][Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking until dawn, drunk, wrote this poem, and thinking of Ziyou.] When will the bright moon appear? I take my wine and ask the blue sky. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to go back with the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold to be high in Qionglou Yuyu. Dancing and making clear the shadow, how can it seem to be in the world? Turn to the vermilion pavilion, low Qi door, light sleepless. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye to the round? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has its ups and downs. It is difficult to complete this since ancient times. I hope we can live together for a long time." The translation was the Mid-Autumn Festival in the year of Bingchen (1076 AD). He happily drank until dawn. After getting drunk, he wrote this poem and missed his younger brother Su Zhe. When did the bright moon appear? I raised my cup and asked the heavens. He didn't know when it would be in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid that in a building made of jade, I can't stand the cold of the nine heavens. Dancing and enjoying the moonlight, it didn't seem like they were in the human world. The moon turned around the vermilion pavilion and hung low on the carved window, shining on herself, who was not sleepy. The bright moon shouldn't have any resentment towards people, right? Why did it only circle when people parted? People had the vicissitudes of sorrow and joy, and the moon had the changes of the moon. This kind of thing had been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times. He only hoped that everyone's loved ones in this world would be safe and healthy. Even if they were thousands of miles away, they could still share this beautiful moonlight. - "Jiang Cheng Zi: Hunting in Mizhou":"I am a young man, with yellow hair on my left and green hair on my right, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur coat, riding thousands of horses on flat hills. He went to the prefect to report to the city, personally shot the tiger, and went to see Sun Lang. When the wine is drunk, the chest and gall are still open, and the hair on the temples is slightly frosty, so what? Holding the festival in the clouds, when will you send Feng Tang? He can draw his bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot the heavenly wolf." He was holding a yellow dog in his left hand and a goshawk in his right arm. He wore a gorgeous hat and a mink fur coat. He swept across the flat hills like a gust of wind with his followers. In order to repay the people of the city for following me out hunting, I want to be like Sun Quan and personally kill the tiger. I drink wine, my heart is open, my courage is stronger, my temples are slightly white, so what? - [Spring Night]:"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold. The flowers are fragrant and the moon is overcast." On a spring night, every moment is precious, even a quarter of an hour is worth a thousand gold. At this moment, the moon was hazy, and the flowers were emitting a faint fragrance. - "Yangguan Song, Mid-Autumn Moon":"This life and this night will not grow well. Where will I see the bright moon next year?" The moon was mostly covered by dark clouds during the Mid-Autumn Festival. It was really rare to see such a beautiful scenery like tonight. He wondered where he would go to admire the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival next year. - "Who says that life is endless?" The flowing water before the gate can still flow westward! Don't let your white hair sing the song of a yellow rooster." Who said that life can't go back to youth? Look, the stream in front of the door can even flow westward. So don't sigh at the passing of time when your hair is white. - "Life is like a traveler, I am also a pedestrian." Life is like rowing a boat against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. I am also in it. - [Xi Jiang Yue: The World is a Big Dream]:[The World is a Big Dream, how many times is it cool in autumn?] At night, the wind leaves have already blown in the corridor. Look at the brows and temples." Everything in this world is but a dream. How many cool autumns can one spend in life? 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