宋词体验区所用诗词
江苏省地税-一分钟演讲
李煜
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。
Yumeiren
Too long the autumn moon and spring
flowers last.
I wonder how much they've known
of my past.
Last night spring breezes through
an upper room—
Reminds me too much of my
present gloom.
With a bright moon, how could I
my country recall—
Without a sense of defeat
and despair at all.
The Palace should be
still there as before—
With its carved
railings; jade-like steps galore.
Only here
are changes which my plight entail.
My
complexion, once ruddy, has become pale.
Should I be asked how much anguish I have
found,
Strange! It is like flowing water,
eastward bound.
李清照
一剪梅·红藕香残玉簟秋
红藕香残玉簟秋。
轻解罗裳，独上兰舟。
云中谁寄锦书来？
雁字回时，月满西楼。
花自飘零水自流。
一种相思，
两处闲愁。
此情无计可消除，
才下眉头，
却上心头？
A
Twig of Plum Blossoms
The jade-like mat feels
autumn's cold ,I change a coat
And ' mid the
fading fragrance
Of lotus pink alone I boat.
Will wild returning geese bring letters
through the cloud ?
When they come ,with
moonbeams
My west chamber is overflowed .
As water flows and flowers fall without
leaving traces,
One and the same longing
Overflows two lonely places.
I cannot get
rid of this sorrow: kept apart
From my
eyebrows ,
It gnaws my heart?
醉花阴·薄雾浓云愁永昼
薄雾浓云愁永昼，瑞脑销金兽。
佳节又重阳，玉枕纱厨，半夜凉初透。
东篱把酒黄昏后，有暗香盈袖。
莫道不销魂，帘卷西风，人比黄花瘦。
To the Tune of Intoxicated Under the Shadow of
Flowers
The Double Ninth Festival
Light
mists and heavy clouds,
melancholy the long
dreary day.
In the golden censer
the
burning incense is dying away.
It is again
time
for the lovely Double-Ninth Festival;
The coolness of midnight
penetrates my
screen of sheer silk
and chills my pillow of
jade.
After drinking wine at twilight
under the chrysanthemum hedge,
My sleeves
are perfumed
by the fragrance of the plants.
Oh, I cannot say it is not endearing,
Only, when the west wind stir the curtain,
I see that I am more gracile
than the
yellow flowers.
岳飞
满江红 Entirely Red River
怒发冲冠，凭栏处，潇潇雨歇。抬望眼，仰天长啸，壮怀激烈。三十功名尘与
土
，八千里路云和月。莫等闲白了少年头，空悲切。靖康耻，犹未雪；臣子恨，
何时灭？驾长车踏破贺兰山
缺！壮志饥餐胡虏肉，笑谈渴饮匈奴血。待从头收
拾旧山河，朝天阙
My wrath
bristles through my helmet, the rain stops as I
stand
by the rain。I look up towards the sky
and let loose a passionate
roar. At age thirty
my deeds are nothing but dust, my journey
has
taken me over eight thousand
li
So do not
sit by idly, for
young men will grow old in
regret. The Humiliation of Jingkang
still
lingers, When will the pain of the Emperor's
subjects ever
end? Let us ride our chariots
through the Helan Pass, There we
shall feast
on barbarian flesh and drink the blood of the
Xiongnu.
Let us begin anew to recover our old
empire, before paying
tribute to the Emperor.
苏轼
水调歌头·明月几时有
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，又恐琼楼玉宇，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，千里共婵娟。
Titile: When will the moon be clear and
bright?
When will the moon be clear and
bright?
With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask
the blue sky
what season it would be up
the heaven for tonight.
Oh Moon, how I wish to
get closer
By riding on the breeze.
Yet I
fear your crystal and jade chateau,
Are much
too high and cold.
So, let me just dance here
with my moonlight shadow.
Rounds and rounds,
my red mansion, till you shine on my silk
pillow,
Sleepless, but bearing no regrets
Blame not the full moon when people has to
apart
Sorrow or joy, be near or far,
Things happen like that, and we still believe
in fate.
Toast to you, we are all be blessed
Though distant away, we look at the same moon
And in that way, we have never been apart.
辛弃疾
破阵子·为陈同甫赋壮词以寄之
醉里挑灯看剑,梦回吹角连营。八百里分麾下炙,五十弦翻塞外声,沙场秋点兵。
马作的卢飞快,弓如霹雳弦惊。了却君王天下事,赢得生前身后名,可怜白发生。
My
Encouragement to A Friend About To Leave for the
Front
(to the tune of Pozhenzi)
By
Xin Qiji
Half drunk, I pluck the wick of the
oiled lamp，
Making light brighter to inspect
my sword.
What calls to my mind is the former
camp,
Wherein resound many a bugle call.
Roast beef are handed out to the soldiers;
Fifty-strings strike up frontier martial air.
What a maneuver array in bleak fall!
The
horses gallop like steeds from heaven;
The
arrows twang and thwack like thunder-blast…
If
only I could settle th’ king’s concern
And win
a good fame for ever to last.
It’s too bad, my
hair has turned grey, alack!