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The full text of Li Bai's " Don't you see that the Yellow River flows from heaven to the sea and never returns? Can't you see the bright mirror in the high hall sad, white hair in the morning like black silk, turning into snow in the evening? Life is full of joy, do not let the golden cup empty face the moon. I'm born with talent, I'm sure it'll be useful. Cook sheep, slaughter cattle and make fun of each other. You must drink 300 cups at a time. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will not stop drinking. I'll sing a song for you, please listen to it for me. Bells, drums and jade are not worth being expensive. I hope I'll be drunk for a long time and never wake up. Since ancient times, sages and sages have been lonely, only the drinker left his name. In the past, the king of Chen gave a banquet in Pingle to drink ten thousand taels of wine. Why should the host say that there is little money? I must buy it directly and pour it to you. I'll go out and exchange my five-streaked horse for fine wine to relieve my eternal sorrow with you.
Li Bai's "About to Drink" is a famous ancient poem. The full text is as follows: Don't you see that the Yellow River flows from heaven to the sea and never returns? Can't you see the bright mirror in the high hall sad, white hair in the morning like black silk, turning into snow in the evening? Life is full of joy, do not let the golden cup empty face the moon. I'm born with talent, I'm sure it'll be useful. Cook sheep, slaughter cattle, and enjoy the party. You must drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will not stop drinking. I'll sing a song for you, please listen to it for me. Bells, drums and jade are not worth being expensive. I hope I'll be drunk for a long time and don't wake up. Since ancient times, sages and sages have been lonely, only the drinker left his name. In the past, the king of Chen gave a banquet in Pingle to drink ten thousand taels of wine. Why should the host say that there is little money? I must buy it directly and pour it to you. I'll go out and exchange my five-streaked horse for fine wine to relieve my eternal sorrow with you. Translator: Do you not see the Yellow River water rising up from the ground like a flow of sky water rushing to the sea and never returning? Do you not see in the high hall the mirror that reflects white hair and in the morning it is white in the evening it is grey? Life is good we should enjoy it to the fullest and let the wine be filled with us I will sing a song for you and we will drink three hundred cups together The drink is ready let us drink it together The sun moon and stars do not require wealth only drink will make us drunk In the past, the king of Chen gave a banquet in Pingle to drink ten thousand taels of wine. Why should the host say that there is little money? I must buy it directly and pour it to you. I'll go out and exchange my five-streaked horse for fine wine to relieve my eternal sorrow with you.
"Looking at the Moon" is a poem by Li Bai. The original text is as follows: Clear spring reflects loose, I do not know thousands of ancient. The cold moon shook the clear waves, and the flowing light entered the window. I've been chanting in vain, thinking of you. There is no way to see Andao, and the heart is full of sorrow. The translation of this poem is as follows: The clear spring reflects the sparse branches and leaves of the ancient pine trees, I do not know that they have been here for thousands of years. The cold moon shone on the flowing clear water, and the light of the fireflies flickered in front of the window. I can't help but sigh at this, because it also caused me to miss you deeply. In this beautiful moonlight, I can't see you, Dai Andao. Although I'm tired of traveling, my heart is filled with a kind of farewell sorrow.
According to the available information, only one translation of Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin's "White Birch" was mentioned. The translator was Liu Zhanqiu and Ru Xiangxue, and the recitator was Lao Yue. However, it was not clear whether there were other versions, so it was impossible to give a comprehensive answer. "Life Like a White Birch" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Bai Juyi's Song of Everlasting Regret was a long poem written by Bai Juyi, a famous female poet of the Tang Dynasty. It described the love story between Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty and Yang Guifei. Below is the full text and translation: song of everlasting sorrow Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty The emperor of the Han Dynasty was so fond of women that he poured the whole country and the world to seek them for many years, but he could not find them. Concubine Yang was a femme fatale. The king covered his face and could not save himself from seeing the blood and tears flowing together. The yellow crane's flight is not as fast as the ape's. Yang Guozhong drove long in the morning and moored at Niuzhu at night to reminisce about ancient grievances. I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. On the night of the third day of September, the dew was like a real pearl and the moon was like a bow. If life is only like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but the heart of an old friend is easy to change. The words of Mount Li are gone. In the middle of the night, tears fall and bells ring. I don't complain. How can it be like the wish of a young man in brocade to be together? Translator: The love story between Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty and Yang Guifei was as unforgettable as a tragedy. Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty had always wanted to get Yang Guifei for many years, but he could not get her love. Yang Guifei was a beautiful and charming woman. Her beauty made many men fall in love with her, but Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty failed to get her love. The king, the king, covers his face and cannot save himself from seeing the blood and tears flowing in harmony. The yellow crane's flight is not as fast as the ape's. Yang Guozhong drove long in the morning and moored at Niuzhu at night to reminisce about ancient grievances. I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. On the night of the third day of September, the dew was like a real pearl and the moon was like a bow. If life is only like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but the heart of an old friend is easy to change. The words of Mount Li are gone. In the middle of the night, tears fall and bells ring. I don't complain. How can it be like the wish of a young man in brocade to be together?
I used to serve Emperor Xian during the Yuanhe years and accompanied him to the inner banquet of Zhaoyang Palace. Countless songs and dances are hard to count, and my favorite is the Rainbow Feathers Dance. The dance was performed in front of the incense table under the jade hook railing before and after the Cold Food Festival when the spring breeze blew. The woman dancing in front of the incense table had a beautiful face and was wearing extraordinary clothes. She was wearing rainbow-like clothes, a robe, and a crown. Her body was covered in pearls, and her jade pendant was making a sound. Her body was so light that it seemed like she could not bear Luo Qi's weight. She looked around while listening to Le Xuan's voice. The chime, flute, zither, flute, and other musical instruments played in a crisscrossing manner, and the sounds of hitting, playing, and blowing continued. The dancers had not yet waved their clothes when the six pieces were played, just like the clouds on the balcony that were lazy and did not flutter. The middle sequence began to shoot, like the sound of bamboo poles cracking in autumn and ice cracking in spring. The dancers spun lightly like snowflakes dancing in the air. They smiled sweetly and moved like swimming dragons. After the small hands were down, they were as delicate and weak as willow branches. When they pulled the skirt diagonally, it was as if clouds were about to form. Her eyebrows were slightly retracted, but she had an infinite posture. Her sleeves that fluttered in the wind seemed to be filled with deep affection. Shangyuan Dianhuan seemed to greet Fairy Calyx Green, and the Queen Mother waved her sleeves to bid farewell to Fairy Feiqiong. The dense tones and rapid rhythm were played twelve times, like dancing pearls and shaking jade, making a sonorous sound. After the phoenix dance, it folded its wings and let out a long cry like a crane. At first glance, it was thrilling, but when he listened carefully, he could not get enough of it. Ever since he had wandered the human world for eight or nine years, his ears had never heard this song again. In Ruicheng, only the cries of mandrills could be heard, and in Baxia, only the sad cries of cuckoos could be heard. It was only in the second year of his transfer to Qiantang that he had the mood to pay attention to music. Exquisite harp, Xie Hao's zither, Chen Chong's chestnut, Shen Ping's sheng. Her slender fingers played the clear strings and the crisp pipe, teaching her the "Song of Rainbow Feathers". By the lake in front of the white pavilion, he had only played it three times. Later, he was appointed as the son of a concubine and put aside the matter of music. It was said that those musicians had already dispersed. When he arrived in Suzhou in May this year, the sound of bells and drums in the morning and evening urged his hair to turn white. He often stayed up late to read documents and did not listen to music until autumn. Autumn has nothing to do, when there is nothing to do, suddenly think of "Nishang Feather Song" but nowhere to ask. I heard that there are many musicians in your department. Is there anyone who can dance the Rainbow Feathers Dance? He replied that there were 100,000 households in seven counties, but no one knew the "Rainbow Feathers Dance." He only sent me a long song titled "Rainbow Feathers." The four pieces of paper were green and red, and the actual situation of the "Rainbow Feathers Dance" was recorded in them. The thousands of poses were clearly visible, just like the dancers of Zhaoyang Palace. She seemed to see the image and posture of the dancer in front of her eyes. It was the same in the past and now. He suspected that it was summoned from his soul dream, as if it was drawn in a painting. You should know that I love the Song of Rainbow Feathers. It is expressed through singing and written into poems. You didn't see my poem say "The song of the rainbow dress", and you didn't see my poem say "The song loves the rainbow dress before it was filmed". There was always a reason for being good at something. The Yang Consortium composed a song and you wrote a dance score. You said that it was difficult to find a suitable person to dance this kind of dance. It had to be a lovely woman who could topple a country. The enchanting jade of Wu had already scattered into smoke, and the beautiful Xi Shi of Yue had also turned into dust. The delicate flowers and the ingenious smiles had been lonely for a long time. The Guanwa Palace and Zhuluo Mountain had become empty places. If that's really the case, try to listen to me calmly. If the requirement was for the national beauty to be passed down, the human world would probably abandon this kind of dance. Was there a huge difference between beauty and ugliness? Most of the time, it was just because people valued cultivation. Don't look down on women like Li Juan and Zhang Tai. He also planned to teach them the "Rainbow Feathers Dance" according to the actual situation. The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Translated by Liu Zhanqiu and Ru Xiangxue: In front of my window There is a white birch tree, As if painted with silver frost, She was covered in snow. The furry branches, The lace embroidered in snow is natural and unrestrained, Strings of flowers and ears bloom together, The white tassels were like a painting. In the dim silence, The white birchwood stands in jade. In the golden light, Sparkling snowflakes. White Birches roam around, The late morning glow. To the snow-covered branches Another layer of silver light. "Life Like a White Birch" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
The full text and translation of Bai Juyi's Song of Everlasting Regret is as follows: Song of Everlasting Regret: Silla Yujing Palace Han family mausoleum watchtower. I am sad that the palaces of the Qin and Han Dynasties have been turned into soil. The rise and fall of the country are determined by people. Today and ancient times, I am talking nonsense with Ying Zheng. The east and west sides of Luoyang City long regret leaving. I don't know where to play the reed pipe, but all night I've summoned people to watch the moon. Song of Everlasting Sorrow translated: Silla was the country where the Jade Capital Palace was located. The Han family's mausoleum was located around this palace. I'm sad that thousands of palaces that passed through here during the Qin and Han Dynasties have been razed to the ground. The situation now is the same as in ancient times. Luoyang City, east and west, long regret parting. I don't know where the reed pipe is blowing, but all night long, people are looking at the moon.
The bright bronze mirror reflected his white hair. Was he going to hide his age? In fact, you won't believe my age.
In the middle of the night, she woke up because of the cold quilt and pillow. She saw the bright moonlight reflected by the thick snow outside the window. Deep in the night, he knew that it was snowing heavily outside, and he could hear the sound of bamboo branches being crushed by the snow.