唐诗英文版（猜诗名）
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1.Quiet Night Thoughts Moonlight before my bed,Could it be frost
instead?Head up, I watch the moon;Head down, I think of home
Thoughts on a Tranquil Night
Before my bed a pool of light—O can it be hoar-frost on the
ground?Looking up, I find the moon bright;Bowing, in homesickness
I’m drowned.
（许渊冲 译 2006）
2.DAWN IN SPEING 春晓
Dawn was missed in a good sleep in spring；
Everywhere I hear birds sing．
Overnight，the wind and rain clamored；
How many flowers down did they bring?
3.While I watch the moon go down, a crow caws through the
frost;
Under the shadows of maple-trees a
fisherman moves with his torch;
And I hear, from beyond Suzhou,
from the temple on Cold Mountain,
Ringing for me, here in my boat,
the midnight bell.
4.I met you often when you were visiting princes
And when you were playing in
noblemen's halls.
Spring passes.... Far down the river
now,
I find you alone under falling
petals.
5.From the walls of Baidi high in the coloured dawn
To Jiangling by night-fall is three
hundred miles,
Yet monkeys are still calling on
both banks behind me
To my boat these ten thousand
mountains
6.You have left me behind, old friend, at the Yellow Crane
Terrace,
On your way to visit Yangzhou in the
misty month of flowers;
Your sail, a single shadow, becomes
one with the blue sky,
Till now I see only the river, on
its way to heaven.
7.All alone in a foreign land,
I am twice as homesick on this day
When brothers carry dogwood up the
mountain,
Each of them a branch and my branch
missing.
8.I left home young. I return old;
Speaking as then, but with hair grown
thin;
And my children, meeting me, do not know
me.
They smile and say: 'Stranger, where do you
come from?'
9.When those red berries come in springtime,
Flushing on your southland branches,
Take home an armful, for my sake,
As a symbol of our love.
10.When I questioned your pupil, under a pine-tree,
'My teacher,' he answered, ' went for herbs,
But toward which corner of the mountain, How can I
tell, through all these clouds ?'
11.A hundred mountains and no bird, A thousand
paths without a footprint; A little boat, a bamboo
cloak, An old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
12.Mountains cover the white sun, And oceans drain
the golden river; But you widen your view three
hundred miles By going up one flight of
stairs.
13.There seems to be no one on the empty mountain....
And yet I think I hear a voice, Where
sunlight, entering a grove, Shines back to me from
the green moss.
14.
A quatrain Two golden orioles sing amid the willows
green; A flock of white egrets flies into the blue sky. My
window frames the snow-crowned western mountain scene; My door
oft says to eastward-going ships “Goodbye!”
