Have you memorized the 6 longest, most classic, and most difficult to memorize ancient poems in Chinese history?
1. "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"
2. "Pipa Play"
3. "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
4. "Nanshan "Poetry"
5. "Northern Expedition"
6. "Li Sao"
1. Moonlight Night on the Spring River
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ruoxu
The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.
The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river!
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like sleet.
The frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen.
The river and the sky are completely dust-free, and there is only a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people?
Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year.
I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow.
Who is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower?
The poor moon wanders upstairs, it should be seen away from the makeup mirror.
The jade door curtain cannot be rolled up, and it will come back when it is smashed and brushed on the anvil.
At this time, we look at each other but do not hear each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
Swan geese fly long and fast, fish and dragons dive and leap into the water.
Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.
The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has fallen in the river pool and is setting in the west again.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless.
I don’t know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love.
Translation
The mighty river tide in spring merges with the sea, and a bright moon rises from the sea as if it surges out together with the tide.
The moonlight shines on the Spring River, which ripples thousands of miles with the waves. There is bright moonlight on the Spring River everywhere.
The river flows windingly around the fields covered with flowers and grass, and the moonlight shines on the woods full of flowers like fine snow beads twinkling.
The moonlight is like frost, so Shuangfei cannot be noticed. The white sand on the island blends with the moonlight to make it difficult to see clearly.
The river and the sky turned into one color without any tiny dust, and there was only a lone moon hanging in the bright sky.
Who on the riverside first saw the moon, and in what year did the moon on the river first shine on people?
Life is endless from generation to generation, but the moon on the river is always the same year after year.
I don’t know who the moon on the river is waiting for, but I can see that the Yangtze River continues to transport water.
The wanderer left slowly like a white cloud, leaving only the missing woman standing in Qingfengpu where she was leaving, feeling extremely sad.
Whose wanderer is floating in a small boat tonight? Where are people missing each other upstairs under the bright moonlight?
The moonlight that keeps moving upstairs should be shining on Li Ren's dressing table.
The moonlight shines through the door curtain of the missing woman and cannot be rolled away, and the moonlight shines on her clothes-making anvil and cannot be brushed off.
At this time, we are looking at the moon but cannot hear from each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
Swan geese keep flying but cannot fly out of the boundless moonlight. The moon shines on the river, and fish and dragons jump in the water, causing ripples.
Last night I dreamed of flowers falling in the pond. Unfortunately, spring was already halfway over and I still couldn’t go home.
The river is about to run out with its spring light, and the moon on the pool is about to set in the west.
The slanting moon slowly sinks and is hidden in the sea fog. The distance between Jieshi and Xiaoxiang is infinitely far away.
I don’t know how many people can take advantage of the moonlight to go home. Only the moon that sets in the west fills the woods by the river with swaying feelings of separation.
2. Pipa Xing
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, he moved to the left to Sima Jiujiang County. Next autumn, when seeing off guests at Penpukou, I heard someone playing the pipa in the boat at night. Listening to his music, there was a clanging sound from Kyoto. When asked about the person, I was originally from Chang'an and advocated women. I tried to learn pipa from Mu and Cao, two talented people. She was old and beautiful, and she committed herself to being a wife of a Jia family. Then he ordered wine and asked him to play several songs quickly. The song ended with pity, and he recounted the joyful things in his childhood. Now he is drifting and haggard, migrating among the rivers and lakes. I have been in office for two years, and I feel at ease. I am grateful to the people who said that in the evening, I began to feel the intention of relegation. Because of the long sentences, I gave them a song, with six hundred and sixteen words, named "Pipa Xing".
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn.
The master dismounted and was on the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra.
We will say goodbye sadly when we are too drunk. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return the guest.
Who is asking secretly? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak.
Moving the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, adding wine, turning back the lights, and re-opening the banquet.
After calling for a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft indicate feelings before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of failure in life.
The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one’s heart.
Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and then picked again, first after "Neon Clothes"
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
In the meantime, Guan Ying is talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring.
The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound.
Don’t feel sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts out, and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.
The east boat and the west boat were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river.
While he was chanting and plucking strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features.
She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum.
On the 13th, he learned the pipa and became the first member of the teaching group.
Qu Ba once taught talented people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup.
When Wuling was young, he was struggling with his head, and there were countless red silk songs.
The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine.
This year’s laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.
My younger brother left to join the army, and my aunt died.
There are few horses and pommels in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman.
Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.
Going back and forth to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat, the moon is shining brightly around the boat, and the river is cold.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
I sighed when I heard the pipa, and I sighed again when I heard the words.
We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before?
I resigned from the Imperial Capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.
There is no music in the remote place of Xunyang, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.
The land near the Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house.
What did you hear in the morning and evening? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans.
When the flowers on the spring river face the autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone.
Are there no folk songs and village flutes? It's hard to listen to the vomiting and muttering.
Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears are temporarily bright as if I were listening to fairy music.
Mo Cigen sat down to play a song and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing".
I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
The sad sound is not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house is crying after hearing it again.
Who cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet.
Translation
In the 10th year of Emperor Xianzong’s reign, I was demoted to be the Sima of Jiujiang County. One day in the autumn of the second year, while seeing off guests at Penpukou, I heard someone playing the pipa on the boat at night. Listening to the sound, the clang and clang have the popular rhyme in Kyoto. After asking about this person, it turned out that she was a singer from Chang'an who once learned from two pipa masters, Mu and Cao. Later, when she got older, her beauty faded away and she married a businessman. So he ordered someone to serve wine and ask her to play a few songs happily. After she finished playing, she looked a little gloomy. She talked about the joyful things in her youth, but now she was wandering and sinking. She described herself as haggard, wandering between rivers and lakes. In the two years since I left Beijing and worked abroad, I have been content with the situation and enjoyed myself. But now I was touched by this man's words, and that night I felt like I had been demoted. So he wrote a long poem and gave it to her, with 616 words in total, titled "Pipa Play".
At night I went to the head of the Xunyang River to see off my guests. The maple trees and reeds were blown by the autumn wind and made a rustling sound.
My guests and I dismounted and held a farewell banquet on the boat. We raised our glasses and wanted to drink, but the music did not help.
After drinking wine, I was even more sad that we were about to say goodbye. When we said goodbye, there was a cold moon in the vast river.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing from the river; I forgot about the returning guests and didn’t want to leave.
Look for the source of the sound and ask softly who is playing the pipa? Pipa paused for a long time but said nothing.
We moved the boat closer and invited her to come out to meet her. We asked the servants to add wine, put back the lights, and start the banquet again.
She walked out slowly after calling her, half covering her face with the pipa she held in her arms.
She turned the piano shaft tightly and plucked the strings to play a few times. She felt emotions before she could play the tune.
Xianxian's sad and sad voice implies deep contemplation, seeming to be telling the dissatisfaction of her life.
She lowered her eyebrows and played slowly and continuously, pouring out the infinite sadness in her heart.
Gently gather it, slowly twist it, rub it and pick it, first play "Nancy Dress and Feather Clothes Song" and then "Six Yao".
The sound of the big strings is heavy and muffled like a storm, while the sound of the small strings is thin, quiet, urgent and broken, like a whisper.
The noisy sounds are intertwined with each other, like large and small pearls falling one by one from a jade plate.
Sometimes it’s like an oriole singing gracefully and fluently under the flowers, and sometimes it’s like spring water flowing stagnantly under the ice.
As if the sound of the cold pipa in the water spring began to condense, the condensed and unsmooth sound gradually stopped.
It seems that there is another kind of melancholy and hatred secretly growing. At this time, the sound is more moving than the sound.
Suddenly, the sound of the pipa suddenly became louder, like a silver bottle exploding and water slurry rushing; it was also like a team of cavalry coming out, with swords and guns firing.
At the end of the song, the plectrum passed through the middle of the strings, and the four strings roared as if the fabric was torn.
The painted boats and pleasure boats to the east and west were quiet, and only the autumn moon reflected in the center of the river was glowing with white light.
She pondered, put away the pick and inserted it into the strings; she straightened her clothes and still showed a solemn face.
She said that she was a famous singer in the capital, and her family lived in Xiatoling, southeast of Chang'an City.
He learned how to play the pipa at the age of thirteen, and his name was registered in the first section of the Jiaofang Orchestra.
Every time she plays a song, she is impressed by the art masters, and every time she puts on makeup, she is jealous of her fellow geishas.
The wealthy people in the capital are vying to give me rewards. Every time I finish playing a song, I don’t know how much colored silk they have to give me.
The silver grate on the tin head is often broken and smashed, and the red skirt is stained by wine stains, but I don’t regret it.
We spent year after year laughing and playing, and the beautiful time from autumn to spring was wasted.
My brothers in the church have joined the army, the aunt in charge of the family has also died, and I am getting old and fading from dusk to morning.
There are fewer cars and horses in front of the door and only a few visitors. As I get older, I have to marry a businessman as my wife.
Businessmen only focus on making profits and take parting lightly. Last month, he went to Fuliang to buy tea and sell goods.
He left and left me alone to guard the empty boat at the mouth of the river. The autumn moon kept me company, and the autumn water around the cabin was cold and cold.
Even late at night, I often dream of having fun and reveling when I was a teenager, and I wake up crying in my dreams, staining my pink face with tears.
I had already shaken my head and sighed when I heard the sound of the pipa, and then I became even more embarrassed when I heard her words.
We are all poor people who have fallen to the end of the world. Why ask if we have known each other before when we meet today!
I have been sick since I left the bustling capital of Chang'an last year and was demoted to live by the Xunyang River.
Xunyang is a desolate and remote place with no music, and you can’t hear orchestral music all year round.
I live near the Huanjiang River, which is low-lying and humid. There are some yellow reeds and bitter bamboos growing around the yard.
What can you hear here sooner or later? It's all the sad cries of cuckoos and monkeys.
In such a beautiful scene as the flowers on the spring river and the moonlit night on the autumn river, I have no choice but to drink wine alone.
Are there no folk songs and village flutes here? It's just that the hoarse and rough tone is really unpleasant.
After listening to the music you played on the pipa tonight, it was like listening to the fairy music from the sky, and my ears suddenly became clear.
Please don’t refuse to sit down and play another song. I want to compose a new poem for you, "Pipa Xing".
Moved by my words, she stood for a long time, turned around, sat down, and tightened the strings to make an urgent sound.
It was so sad that it was not as monotonous as the one played just now. Everyone present covered their faces and cried non-stop when they heard it.
Who among you has shed the most tears? I, Sima Jiangzhou, am soaked in my blue shirt with tears!
3. The Song of Everlasting Regret
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The emperor of the Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country, and he could not get it for many years.
There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king.
Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat.
The waiter lifts up the weakling, which is the beginning of new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night.
The spring night is short and the sun is rising. From now on, the king will not go to court early.
There is no leisure time for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night.
There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love them all.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet.
Sisters and brothers are all in the earth, and they are poor and glorious.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but to be reborn as girls.
Qingyun comes from the heights of Li Palace, and fairy music can be heard everywhere.
Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, the king is not satisfied with it.
The sound of Yuyang's flying rhinoceros stirred the earth, shocking the song of colorful clothes and feathers.
Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses rode southwestward.
The green flowers wavered and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.
The Sixth Army had no choice but to turn around and die in front of the horse.
There is no one to collect the flowers and flowers on the ground, and the green buds and jade are scratching their heads.
The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed.
The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.
There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin.
The Shujiang River is green and the Shushan Mountains are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night.
Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the heartbreaking sound of bells in the rain at night.
The sky spins and the earth spins back to Long Yu, and he hesitates and cannot go.
In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan died.
The emperor and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward to the capital to return home.
After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lotuses and willows blooming in Taiye.
The hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this.
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain.
There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away.
The disciples in Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e in Jiaofang is old.
The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been exhausted before they fall asleep.
At the beginning of the long night, the stars are about to dawn.
The mandarin duck tiles are heavy with frost, and the emerald quilt is cold.
After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.
Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu Ke can touch the soul with his sincerity.
To appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.
The empty air rushes like lightning, ascending to the heavens and entering the earth to seek for all.
The poor blue sky above and the yellow spring below, both places are nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void.
The exquisite pavilions are filled with five clouds, and there are many fairies among them.
There is a character in the book who is too real and has a snow-skinned and colorful appearance.
Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and turn to the small jade to get a double success.
Hearing that the Emperor of Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent was frightened.
Wandering around while holding clothes and pushing pillows, the bead foil silver screen meanders open.
The hair on the temples is half fresh when sleeping, and the flower crown is not neat when I come out of the hall.
The wind blows and the fairy's sleeves flutter, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.
The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are vague.
Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in Penglai Palace.
Looking back and looking down at the world, I can see the dust and mist in Chang'an.
I will send my old things to express my deep affection, and send my hairpin to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces.
But the heart of teaching is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other.
On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever.
Translation
Tang Minghuang loved women and was always looking for stunning beauties. After ruling the country for many years, he could not find a suitable one.
The Yang family has a daughter who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and outsiders do not know how beautiful she is.
Her natural beauty made it difficult for her to be buried in the world, and it didn’t take long for her to become a concubine of Emperor Ming of Tang Dynasty.
She looked back and smiled so charmingly that the other concubines in the palace were overshadowed.
In the cold spring, the emperor sent her to bathe in Huaqing Pool. The warm spring water washed her white, tender and moist skin.
The palace maid helped Pingting to lift her up like a hibiscus out of water, and she began to gain favor from the emperor.
With cloud-like hair on the temples and a flower-like face on the head, wearing a golden walking stick, I spent the spring night with the emperor in the warm hibiscus tent.
I just regret that the spring night is too short and I sleep until the sun rises high. The king never goes to court early again.
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