Chinese Classical Literature

顾太清·《江城子·落花》 英译 花开花落一年中， 惜残红， 怨东风。 恼煞纷纷， 如雪扑帘栊。 坐对飞花花事了， 春又去， 太匆匆。 惜花有恨与谁同？ 晓妆慵， 忒愁侬。 燕子来时， 红雨已濛濛。 尽有春愁衔不去， 无端底， 是游蜂。 Jiang cheng zi: Fallen Flowers Gu Taiqing Flowers bloom, flowers fall, all in the same year. I pity the faded reds And blame the east wind, They vex me so, these fallen petals aplenty; Like snow flurries pelting at the curtained window. o sit watching whirling blossoms flower-gazing time is past. Spring again is gone Far too hastily! With whom can I share my grief in pitying the flowers? Too lazy for my morning make-up, So overpowering is my sorrow. When the swallows return, A crimson shower falling east of my painted chamber. Lying everywhere, the spring grief cannot be pecked away; So utterly thoughtless Are the wandering honeybees. （Irving Y. Lo 译）

“Me? Don’t even ask.” She laughed, as she reeled off a line from a model revolutionary play. Then she stamped down the earth that I had shoveled in. “Eight years: I married twice and divorced twice. That was about it. Luckily there weren’t any children.” “‘八年啦，别提啦！’”她笑着，学了一句革命样板戏《智取威虎山》里的唱词。随后，两脚倒着把我埋下的土踩瓷实，眼睛看着地面说，“这八年，结了两次婚，离了两次婚，就这些。幸亏没生娃娃。” I kept on working, not at all surprised. I had seen too much, and heard too much. In the end, there was very little that I could not imagine. If she didn’t get along that way, how was she to live? Good fortune was a kind of miracle, misfortune was the norm. She, in turn, felt no surprise at my own experience. In that respect we both totally understood each other. Her lack of any commiseration was fine—through the years, I had come to dislike the simpering sympathy of other people. 我不停地干着活，一点也不惊奇。我看见、听见的出乎意料的事太多了，到后来，竟没有一件事能出乎我的意料。她不那样生活还能怎样生活？幸福是一种奇迹，不幸才是常规。她对我的坎坷也没有感到惊奇。这样，我们倒是真正地相互理解了。她不说那些安慰的话语也好，这些年，我...

冬天的距离 张错 等到一地银杏满地金黄， 才知道冷面的秋，决绝不可挽留。 风的语言擦身而过，寒暄， 留下透明空间。 我开始明白—— 那已经是冬天的距离。 有雾自迷蒙眼底升起 在遥远的灰暗，那么接近 而且凄然美丽， 充满矛盾的绝望与期盼 徘徊在秋的清冷与春的挑逗； 有一种潮湿，不是昨夜春情， 而是冬天灰色的大海。 那是一种澎湃的心酸拒绝， 就像在漫长的岁月里 去抵挡那些无法抵挡 漫然而来，飘然而去的季节。 你问我如何让冬天名分保持清白， 我回答以苍白容颜，星霜鬓发， 还有在奇里门札罗山巅，皑白冰雪 一只海明威的豹！ 那是另一种透明与坚持， 另一种冬天的距离， 沉默，并且遥不可及。 The Distance of Winter Zhang Cuo When the ground beneath a gingko is gold, I know cold-faced autumn absolutely cannot be held. The words of wind brush by, an exchange of heat and cold, Leaving behind a translucent space. I begin to know— Already it is the distance of winter. There is a fog rising from the haze behind my eyes In the distant gloom, so near And coldly pretty, Despair big with contradiction and expectation Lingering in the desolation of autumn and the provocation of spring; There’s a dampness, not last night’s feeling of spring, But the great gray sea of winter. That is a billowing poignant refusal, Just as if amid the endless years Trying to stop the unstoppable Seasons that breezily ...

小编导读：《送人游吴》是唐代诗人杜荀鹤的作品。此诗八句四十字，通过想象描绘了苏州的风物景致，叙事状物可谓是恰如其分。其中“古宫闲地少，水港小桥多”两句成为描写苏州城建筑特色的千古名句。 送人遊吴 杜荀鹤 君到姑苏见，人家尽枕河。 古宫闲地少，水巷小桥多。 夜市卖菱藕，春船载绮罗。 遥知未眠月，乡思在渔歌。 See a Friend Off to Wu Tu Hsun-ho I see you to Ku-su. Homes there, sleeping by the stream. Ancient palace, few abandoned spots. And by the harbor, many little bridges. In the night market, lotus, fruit and roots. On the spring barges, satins and gauze. Know, far off, the moon still watches. Think of me there, in the fisherman’s song. （J. P. Seaton 译）

乡间坐凳，多以现成树丫叉为脚者。一脚偶坏，主人命仆往山中觅取。仆持斧出，竟日空回。主人责之，答曰：“丫叉尽有，都是向上生，更无向下的。” Most stools in the countryside used ready-made branches as legs. One stool leg happened to be broken. The master asked his servant to search for one in the woods. The servant went out with an axe. He didn’t come back until quite late at night. His master asked what took him so long. He replied: “Though there are plenty of branches, they all grow upwards. I didn’t find a single one that goes downwards.” （陈沅恺 译）

小编导读：《秋晓行南谷经荒村》是唐朝诗人柳宗元的作品，创作于公元811年（元和六年）秋的一首山水诗。此诗再现了诗人经荒村去南谷一路上所见的景物，写得清朗疏淡，景情交融。 柳宗元《秋晓行南谷经荒村》 杪秋霜露重，晨起行幽谷。 黄叶覆溪桥，荒村唯古木。 寒花疏寂历，幽泉微断续。 机心久已忘，何事惊麋鹿？ Morning Walk in Autumn to South Valley Passing an Abandoned Village Liu Tsung-yuan Autumn’s end: frost and dew become heavy. Get up early. Walk in secluded ravine. Yellow leaves cover stream and bridge. Deserted village:only ancient trees. Cold flowers, sparse: quiet, alone. Secluded spring, a little:heard, unheard. Scheme of mind now lost a long time, What is it that startles a young deer? (Wai-lim Yip 译)

小编导读：《秋日见蝶》是明朝诗人朱静庵的作品。 朱静庵 《秋日见蝶》 江空木落雁声悲，霜染丹枫百草萎。 蝴蝶不知身是梦，又随秋色上寒枝。 Seeing a Butterfly on an Autumn Day Zhu Jing’an Vast river, falling leaves, eagles’ sorrowful cries, Frost dyes crimson maples, all plants wither. Not knowing itself a dream, a butterfly Flits toward a cold twig in this autumn scene. (Michelle Yeh 译)