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���¼�ʱ�� �Ѿ������� ��֪���Ϲ��� ��Ϧ�Ǻ��� �����˷��ȥ �ֿ���¥���� �ߴ���ʤ�� ����Ū��Ӱ �������˼� ת��� ��粻� ������ ��Ӧ�к� ���³����ʱԲ ���б������ ��������Բȱ ���¹���ȫ ��Ը�˳��� ǧ�ﹲ濾� Shui tiao ko tou The moon -- how old is it? I hold the cup and ask the clear blue sky But I don't know, in palaces up there When is tonight? If only I could ride the wind and see -- But no, jade towers So high up, might be too cold For dancing with my shadow -- How could there, be like here? Turning in the red chamber Beneath the carved window The brightness baffles sleep But why complain? The moon is always full at parting A man knows grief and joy, separation and reunion The moon, clouds and fair skies, waxing and waning -- And old story, this struggle for perfection! Here's to long life This loveliness we share even a thousand miles apart!
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��ȥ ���ξ� ǧ�ŷ������� �������� �˵��� �������ɳ�� ��ʯ���� �����İ� ����ǧ��ѩ ��ɽ�续 һʱ���ٺ��� ң�빫誵��� С�dz����� ����Ӣ�� �����ڽ� ̸Ц�� ���ֻҷ����� �ʹ����� ����ӦЦ�� �������� �������� һ�������� Nien nu chiao The Ynagtze flows east Washing away A thousand ages of great men West of the ramparts -- People say -- Are the fables Red Cliffs of young Chou of the Three Kingdoms Rebellious rocks pierce the sky Frightening waves rip the bank The backwash churns vast snowy swells -- River and mountains like a painting how many heroes passed them, once ... Think back to those years, Chou Yu -- Just married to the younger Chiao -- Brave, brilliant With plumed fan, silk kerchief Laughed and talked While masts and oars vanished to flying ash and smoke! I roam through ancient realms Absurdly moved Turn gray too soon -- A man's life passes like a dream -- Pour out a cup then, to the river, and the moon
ʮ��������ãã ��˼�� ������ ǧ��·� �������� ��ʹ���Ӧ��ʶ ������ ����˪ ҹ�����κ����� С���� ����ױ ������� Ψ����ǧ�� �ϵ�����ϳ��� ����ҹ ���ɸ� Chiang chen tzu Ten years living and dead have drawn apart I do nothing to remember But I can not forget Your lonely grave a thousand miles away ... Nowhere can I talk of my sorrow -- Even if we met, how would you know me My face full of dust My hair like snow? In the dark of night, a dream: suddenly, I am home You by the window Doing your hair I look at you and can not speak Your face is streaked by endless tears Year after year must they break my heart These moonlit nights? That low pine grave?