鹿柴 辋川闲居赠裴秀才迪 山居秋暝 归嵩山作 终南山 酬张少府 过香积寺
空山不见人，但闻人语响。 返景入深林，复照青苔上。 Deer Enclosure The empty mountain has no one seen, But someone over there is heard. The twilight slants into the thick woods, And again has mosses shimmered.
寒山转苍翠， 秋水日潺湲。 倚杖柴门外， 临风听暮蝉。 渡头余落日， 墟里上孤烟。 复值接舆醉， 狂歌五柳前。 A MESSAGE FROM MY LODGE AT WANGCHUAN TO PEI DI The mountains are cold and blue now And the autumn waters have run all day. By my thatch door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind. Sunset lingers at the ferry, Supper-smoke floats up from the houses. ...Oh, when shall I pledge the great Hermit again And sing a wild poem at Five Willows?
空山新雨后， 天气晚来秋。 明月松间照， 清泉石上流。 竹喧归浣女， 莲动下渔舟。 随意春芳歇， 王孙自可留。 AN AUTUMN EVENING IN THE MOUNTAINS After rain the empty mountain Stands autumnal in the evening, Moonlight in its groves of pine, Stones of crystal in its brooks. Bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, Lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat -- And what does it matter that springtime has gone, While you are here, O Prince of Friends?
清川带长薄， 车马去闲闲。 流水如有意， 暮禽相与还。 荒城临古渡， 落日满秋山。 迢递嵩高下， 归来且闭关。 BOUND HOME TO MOUNT SONG The limpid river, past its bushes Running slowly as my chariot, Becomes a fellow voyager Returning home with the evening birds. A ruined city-wall overtops an old ferry, Autumn sunset floods the peaks. ...Far away, beside Mount Song, I shall close my door and be at peace.
太乙近天都， 连山接海隅。 白云回望合， 青霭入看无。 分野中峰变， 阴晴众壑殊。 欲投人处宿， 隔水问樵夫。 MOUNT ZHONGNAN Its massive height near the City of Heaven Joins a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea. Clouds, when I look back, close behind me, Mists, when I enter them, are gone. A central peak divides the wilds And weather into many valleys. ...Needing a place to spend the night, I call to a wood-cutter over the river.
晚年惟好静， 万事不关心。 自顾无长策， 空知返旧林。 松风吹解带， 山月照弹琴。 君问穷通理， 渔歌入浦深。 ANSWERING VICE-PREFECT ZHANG As the years go by, give me but peace, Freedom from ten thousand matters. I ask myself and always answer: What can be better than coming home? A wind from the pine-trees blows my sash, And my lute is bright with the mountain moon. You ask me about good and evil fortune?.... Hark, on the lake there's a fisherman singing!
不知香积寺， 数里入云峰。 古木无人径， 深山何处钟。 泉声咽危石， 日色冷青松。 薄暮空潭曲， 安禅制毒龙。 TOWARD THE TEMPLE OF HEAPED FRAGRANCE Not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance, Under miles of mountain-cloud I have wandered Through ancient woods without a human track; But now on the height I hear a bell. A rillet sings over winding rocks, The sun is tempered by green pines.... And at twilight, close to an emptying pool, Thought can conquer the Passion-Dragon.
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