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Thursday, October 22, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Moon Festival
In the literature history of China, many poets sang praise the pure moon of the mid-autumn night and show their delicate feelings. The following are some best of those.
Thoughts in the Silent NightLiBai
The moonlight is shinning through the window,And it makes me wonder if it is the frost on the ground,Looking up to see the moon .....Looking down I miss so much about my hometown.
Lihai used his lines to express his homesick in the Moon Festival.
The Moon FestivalSu shiBright moon, when was your birth?Winecup in hand, I ask the deep blue sky;Not knowing what year it is tonightIn those celestial palaces on high. I long to fly back one 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, is long lifeAnd a share in this loveliness far, far away!
Thoughts in the Silent NightLiBai
The moonlight is shinning through the window,And it makes me wonder if it is the frost on the ground,Looking up to see the moon .....Looking down I miss so much about my hometown.
Lihai used his lines to express his homesick in the Moon Festival.
The Moon FestivalSu shiBright moon, when was your birth?Winecup in hand, I ask the deep blue sky;Not knowing what year it is tonightIn those celestial palaces on high. I long to fly back one 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, is long lifeAnd a share in this loveliness far, far away!
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