中国古诗词英文翻译

What heights!

It is easier to climb Heaven

Than take the Sichaun Road.

Long ago Can Cong and Yu Fu founded the kingdom of Shu;

Forty-eight thousand years went by,

Yet no road linked it with the land of Qin.

Weshward from Taibai Mountain only birds

Wander to the summit of Mount Emei

But not until brave men had perished in the great landslide

Were bridges hooked together in the air

And a path hacked through the rocks.

Above, high peaks turn back the sun's chariot drawn by six dragons;

Below, the charging waves are caught in whirlpools;

Not even yellow cranes dare fly this way,

Monkeys cannot leap those gorges.

At Green Mud Ridge the path winds back and forh,

With nine twists for every hundred steps.

Touching the stars, the traveller looks up and gasps,

Then sinks down , clutching his heart ,to groan aloud.

Friend, when will you return from this westward journey?

This is a fearful way.

You cannot cross these cliffs.

The only living things are birds crying in ancient trees,

Male wooing female up and down the woods,

And the cuckoo, weary of empty hills,

Singing to the moon.

It is easier to climb to heaven

Than take the Sichuan Road.

The mere telling of its perils blanches youthful cheeks.

Peak follows peak, each but a hand's breadth from the sky;

Dead pine trees hang head down into the chasms,

Torrents and waterfalls outroar over rocks,

Booming like thunder through a thousand caverns.

What takes you, traveller, this long, weary way

So filled with danger?

Sword Pass is steep and narrow,

One man could hold this pass against ten thousand;

And sometimes its defenders

Are not mortal men but wolves and jackals.

By day we dread the savage tiger ,by night the serpent,

Sharp-fanged sucker of blood

Who chops men down like stalks of hemp.

The City of Brocade may be a pleasant place,

But it is best to seek you home.

For it is easier to climb to heaven

Than take the Sichuan Road.

I gaze into the west, and sigh.

【梦游天姥呤留别】

A Visit to Sky-Mother Mountain in a Dream

海客谈瀛洲 ，烟涛微茫信难求。越人语天姥，云霞明灭或可睹。天姥连天向天横，势

拔五岳掩赤城。 天台四万八千丈，对此欲倒东南倾。我欲因之梦吴越，一夜飞度镜湖月，湖

月照我影，送 我到剡溪。谢公宿处今尚在，渌水荡漾清猿啼。脚着谢公屐，身登青云梯。半

壁见海日， 空中闻天鸡。千岩万转路不定，迷花倚石忽已暝。熊咆龙呤殷岩泉，慄深林兮惊

层巅。云 青青兮欲雨，水澹澹兮生烟。列缺霹雳，丘峦崩摧。洞天石扉，訇然中开。青冥浩

荡不见 底，日月照耀金银台。霓为衣兮风为马，云之君兮纷纷而来下，虎鼓瑟兮鸾回车，仙

之人 兮列如麻。忽魂悸以魄动，况惊起而长嗟。惟觉时之枕席，失向来之烟霞。世间行乐亦

如 此，古来万事东流水。别君去兮何时还？且放白鹿青崖间，须行即骑访名山。安能摧眉折

腰事权贵，使我不得开心颜！

Seafares tell of fairy isles;

Lost among mist and waves.

But the men of Yue speak of Sky-Mother Mountain

Showing herself through rifts in shimmering clouds.

Sky-Mother soars to heaven, spans the horizon,

Towers over the Five Peaks and the Scarlet Fortress;

While Sky- Terrace, four hundred and eighty thousand feet high,

Staggers southeastward before it.

So, longing in my dreams for Wu and Yue,

One night I flew over Mirror Lake under the moon;

The moon cast my shadow on the water

And travelled with me all the way to Shanxi.

The lodge of Lord Xie still remained

Where green waters swirled and the cry of apes was shrill;

Donning the shoes of Xie,

I climbed the dark ladder of clouds.

Midway, I saw the sun rise from the sea,

Heard the Cock of Heaven crow.

And my path twisted through a thousand crags,

Enchanted by flowers I leaned against a rock,

And suddenly all was dark.

Growls of bears and snarls of dragons echoed

Among th rocks and streams;

The deep forest appalled me, I shrank from the loweriong cliffs;

Dark were the clouds, heavy with rain;

Waters boiled into misty spray;

Lightning flashed; thunder roared;

Peaks tottered, boulders crashed;

And the stone gate of a great cavern

Yawned open.

Below me, a bottomless void of blue,

Sun and moon gleaming on terraces of silver and gold;

With rainbows for garments, and winds for horses,

The lords of the clouds descended, a mighty host.

Phoenixes circled the chariots, tigers played zithers,

As the immortals went by, rank upon rank.

My heart was seized by fear and wonder,

And waking with a start I cried out,

For nothing was there except my mat and pillow---

Gone was the world of mists and clouds.

And so with the pleasure of this life;

All pass, as water flows eastward.

I leave you , friend--when shall I return?

I shall pasture white stags among green peaks

And ride to visit mountains famed in legand.

Would you have me bow my head before mighty princes,

Forgetting all the joy of my heart?

【茅屋为秋风所破歌】

My Thatched Hut Wrecked by the Autumn Wind

八月秋高风怒好，卷我屋上三重茅。茅飞渡江洒江 郊，高者挂罥长林梢，下者飘转沉

塘坳。南村群童欺我老无力，忍能对面为盗贼。公然抱 茅入竹去，唇焦口燥呼不得，归来倚

杖自叹息。俄倾风定云墨色，秋天漠漠向昏黑。布衾 多年冷似铁，娇儿恶卧踏里裂。床头屋

漏无干处，雨脚如麻未断绝。自经丧乱少睡眠，长 夜沾湿何由彻！安得广厦千万间，大庇天

下寒士俱欢颜，风雨不动安如山！呜呼！何时眼 前突兀见此屋，吾庐独破受冻死亦足！

The eighth month and a mid-autumn gale

Tore off the three layers of my thatch;

Across the stream flew the straw to scatter the banks,

Caught high up on tall trees

Or fluttering down into the pools and ditches.

The village boys found a feeble old man easy game,

And robbed me to my face,

Openly lugging off armfuls through the bamboos,

Though I shouted till I was hoarse and my lips parched

I went home then, leaning on my stick,and sighed.

Soon the wind fell and black clouds gathered,

The autumn sky grew dark as dusk came on,

My quilt after years of use is cold as iron,

With rents kicked in it by my spoiled, restless son;

The roof, no patch of it dry, leaks over my bed

And the rain streams through like unending strands of hemp;

Ever since the rebellion I have been losing sleep;

Wet through, how can I last out this long night till dawn?

Oh, for a great mansion with ten thousand rooms

Where all the poor on earth could find welcome shelter,

Steady through every storm, secure as a mountain!

Ah, were such a building to spring up before me,

I would freeze to death in my wrecked hut well content.

【黄鹤楼送孟浩然之广陵】

Seeing Meng Haoran Off from Yellow Crane Tower

故人西辞黄鹤楼，

烟花三月下扬州。

孤帆远影碧空尽，

唯见长江天际流。

At Yellow Crane Tower in the west

My old friend says farewell;

In the mist and flowers of spring

He goes down to Yangzhou;

Lonely sail, distant shadow,

Vanish in blue emptiness;

All I see is the great river

Flowing into the far horizon.

【酬乐天杨州初逢上见赠】

A Reply to Bai Juyi's Poem at Our Meeting in Yangzhou

巴山楚水凄凉地，二十三年弃置身。

怀旧空呤闻笛赋，到乡翻似烂柯人。

沉舟侧畔千帆过，病树前头万木春。

今日听君歌一曲，暂凭杯酒长精神。

Cold an lonely the mountains of Ba, the rivers of Chu,

Twenty-three years in exile,

Missing old friends, in vain I sang

The song of him who heard fluting,

And home again I am like the woodcutter

Who found his axe-handle rotted.

By the sunken barge a thousand sails go past,

Before the withered tree all is green in spring;

Hearing your song today, sir,

I drink a cup of wine and take fresh heart.

【蝶恋花】

To the Tune of Die Lian Hua

槛菊愁烟兰泣露，罗幕轻寒，燕子双飞去。明月下谙离恨苦，斜光到晓穿朱户。

昨夜西风凋碧树，独上高楼，望尽天涯路。欲寄彩笺兼尺素 ，山长水阔知何处！

The chrysanthemum is vexed by the mist;

The orchid weeps in the dew.

Behind the gauze curtain, the air is cool.

A pair of swallows flies away.

Knowing not the bitter taste of separation,

The slanting moonlight lingers till dawn at the vermilion door.

Last night the west wind withered the green trees.

Alone I climbed the high pavilion,

Gazing at the distant road vanishing into the horizon.

I long to spend you a letter but I have no colored paper.

Oh where, past the endless mountains and rivers, are you?

【踏莎行】

To the Tune of Ta Sha Xing

候馆梅残，溪桥柳细，草熏风暖摇征辔。离愁渐远渐无 穷，迢迢不断如春水。

寸寸柔肠，盈盈粉泪，楼高莫近危栏倚。平芜尽处是春山，行 人更在春山外。

Faded plum blossoms by the lonely post house,

Slender willow twigs by the bridge over the brook.

Through scented grass, in the warm breeze, rocked on horseback,

Far he wanders, his grief great at parting,

Like a long river in springtime, flowing endlessly.

She is broken-hearted,

With tears on her powdered cheeks.

Let her not lean over the balcony of the high tower.

Beyond the wilderness lie the spring hills,

And beyond them is the traveler.

【临江仙】

To the Tune of Lin Jiang Xian

梦后楼台高锁，酒醒帘幕低垂。去年春根却来时 ，落花人独立，微雨燕双飞。

记得小蘋初见，两重心字罗衣，琵琶弦说相思。当时明月在， 曾照彩云归。

Awaking from a dream in the locked pavilion,

I sober up to see the curtain hanging low.

Last spring's grief again assail me.

Amidst the falling flowers she stood alone;

While in the light drizzle, pairs of swallows played.

I recall my first encounter with Xiao Pin;

She wore a light silk dress, embroidered with two hearts.

The music of her lute expressed her tender feeling.

Though the bright moon still shines,

The same moon sent away the rosy cloud.

【浣溪沙】

To the Tune of Huan Xi Sha

漠漠轻寒上小楼，晓阴无赖似穷秋，淡烟流水画屏幽。

自在飞花轻似梦，无边丝雨细如愁，宝帘闲挂小银钩。

Ascending the small pavilion in the light chill mist,

Cloud at daybreak, like a weary autumn day;

A pale haze and dark winding stream painted on screens.

Falling petals, leisurely, carefree, as in a dream;

The endless rain, sad as my grief at parting;

While pearl curtains hang idle on silver hoo

【如梦令】

To the Tune of Ru Meng Ling

昨夜雨疏风骤，浓睡不消残酒。试问卷帘人，却道< /p>

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Last night the rain was light, the wind fierce,

And deep sleep did not dispel the effects of wine.

When I ask the maid rolling up the curtains,

She answers, The crab-apple blossoms look the same.

I cry, Can't you see? Can't you see?

The green leaves are fresh but the red flowers are fading!

【雨霖铃】

To the Tune of Yu Lin Ling

寒蝉凄切，对长亭晚，骤雨 初歇。都门账饮无绪，留恋处，兰舟催发。执手相看泪眼，

竟无语凝噎。念去去，千里烟 波，暮蔼沉沉楚天阔。

多情自古伤离别，更那堪、冷落清秋节！今宵酒醒何处？杨柳 岸、晓风残月。此

去经年，应是良辰好景虚设。便纵有千种风情，更与何人说！

Mournfully chirr the ciadas,

As the shower of rain stops

And we face the roadside pavilion at dusk.

We drink without cheer in the tent outside the city gate;

It is the moment when we are loath to part

But the magnolia-wood boat beckons me on.

Hands clasped together we see our tears,

So overcome, unable to utter a single word.

Ahead lies a journey a thousand li of misty waves

And the vast sky of Chu hangs with heavy evening haze.

Since time immemorial, loves have grieved at parting

Made more poignant in the fallow season of autumn.

What is this place where I have sobered from my drunken stupor?

The riverside is strewn with willow trees,

The morning breeze wafts in with a waning moon.

Our parting will last for years,

Fine hours and scenes of beauty have no appeal

Even though my heart is filled with tender feelings,

But, with whom can I share them

【虞美人】

春花秋月何时了？往事知 多少！小楼昨夜又东风，故国不堪回首月明中。

雕栏玉砌应犹在，只是朱颜改。问 君能有几多愁？恰似一江春水向东流。

To the Tune of Yu Mei Ren

There is no end to moonlit autumns or flowery springs,

And I have known so very many things.

From my turret the wind was in the east again last night.

A lost land was too much to bear: I turned from the moonlight.

The carven rail and jadework wall are as they were before:

Those rosy cheeks alone are there no more.

Tell me, what is the uttermost extent of pain, you say?

Mine is a river swollen in spring and welling east away.

【扬州慢】

To the Tune of Yang Zhou Man

淮左名都，竹西佳处，解鞍少驻初程。过春风十里，尽荠麦青青。自胡马窥江去后，

废 吃乔木，犹厌言兵。渐黄昏、清角吹寒，都在空城。

杜郎俊赏，算而今、重到须惊。纵 豆蔻词工，青楼梦好，难赋深情。二十四桥仍

在，波心荡、冷月无声。念桥边红药，年年 知为谁生？

At the famous city east of Huaihe River

And west of a strech of bamboo

(Where the first stage of my journey ends),

I dismount to rest.

As I walk along the road

Once bathed in a reach of vernal breezes

I see green field cress on all sides.

Since Tartar cavalry pressed upon the Yangtze

The city with abandoned moat and towering trees

Still hates all mention of the war.

As evening sets in, in the empty city

Chilly horns are echoing.

If Du Mu the connoisseur of bygone beauty

Returned to life, he'd lament the lost glory.

His magic pen that described a cardamon-like girl

And dream-like time in blue mansions

Can no more tell a romantic story.

The twenty-four bridges,

Upon which fairies once played their flutes,

Are still there;

And below, in ripples the silent moon glows.

But, oh, for whom the red peonies by the bridges

Bloom every spring?

Who knows?

Who knows?

【西江月

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夜行黄沙道中】

To the Tune of Xi Jiang Yue

明月别枝惊鹊，清风半夜鸣蝉。稻花香里说丰年，听取蛙声一片。

七八个 星天外，两三点雨山前。旧时茅店社林边，路转溪桥忽见。

The bright moon starles the crow on the slanting bough,

At midnight the breeze is cool, cicadas shrill;

The fragrance of the paddy foretells a good year

And frogs croak far and wide.

Seven or eight stars above the horizon,

Two or three drops of rain before the hill;

An old thatched inn borders the wood with the local shrine,

And where the road bens a small bridge is suddenly seen.

【念奴娇

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赤壁怀古】

To the Tune of Nian Nu Jiao

大江东去，浪淘尽、千古风流人物。故垒西边，人道是、三国周郎赤壁。乱石 穿空，

惊涛拍岸，卷起千堆雪。江山如画，一时多少豪杰。

遥想公 瑾当年，小乔初嫁了，雄姿英发。羽扇纶巾，谈笑间、樯橹灰飞烟灭。故

国神游，多情应 笑我，早生华发。人生如梦，一樽还酹江月。

East flows the mighty river,

Sweeping away the heroes of times past;

This ancient rampart on its western shore

Is Zhou Yu's Red Cliff of Three Kingdoms's fame;

Here jagged boulders pound the clouds,

Huge waves tear banks apart,

And foam piles up a thousand drifts of snow;

A scene fair as a painting,

Countless the brave men here in time gone by!

I dream of Marshal Zhou Yu in his day

With his new bride, the Lord Qiao's younger daughter,

Dashing and debonair,

Silk-capped, with feather fan,

He langhed and jested

While the dread enemy fleet was burned to ashes!

In fancy through those scenes of old I range,

My heart overflowing, surely a figure of fun.

A man grey before his time.

Ah, this life is a dream,

Let me drink to the moon on the river!

【水调歌头】

To the Tune of Shui Diao Ge Tou

明月几时有？把酒问青天。不知 天上宫阙，今夕是何年？我欲乘风归去，有恐琼楼玉

宇，高处不胜寒。起舞弄清影，何似 在人间。

转朱阁，低绮户，照无眠。不应有恨，何事长向别时圆？人有 悲欢离合，月有阴

晴圆缺，此事古难全。但愿人长久，千里工蝉娟。

Bright moon, when was your birth?

Winecup in hand, I ask the deep blue sky;

Not knowing what year it is tonight

In those celestial palaces on high.

I long to fly back on the wind,

Yet dread those crystal towers, those courts of jade,

Freezing to death among those icy heights!

Instead I rise to dance with my pale shadow;

Better off, after all, in the world of men.

Rounding the red pavilion,

Stooping to look through gauze windows,

She shines on the sleepless.

The moon should know no sadness;

Why, then, is she always full when dear ones are parted?

For men the grief of parting, joy of reunion,

Just as the moon wanes and waxes, is bright or dim:

Always some flaw---and so it has been since of old.

My one wish for you, then , is long life

And a share in this loveliness far, far away!

【永遇乐

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