七言古詩
岑參
白雪歌送武判官歸京
北風(fēng)卷地白草折， 胡天八月即飛雪；
忽如一夜春風(fēng)來， 千樹萬樹梨花開。
散入珠簾濕羅幕， 狐裘不暖錦衾薄。
將軍角弓不得控， 都護(hù)鐵衣冷猶著。
瀚海闌干百丈冰， 愁云黲淡萬里凝。
中軍置酒飲歸客， 胡琴琵琶與羌笛。
紛紛暮雪下轅門， 風(fēng)掣紅旗凍不翻。
輪臺(tái)東門送君去， 去時(shí)雪滿天山路；
山回路轉(zhuǎn)不見君， 雪上空留馬行處。
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Seven-character-ancient-verse
Cen Can
A SONG OF WHITE SNOW IN FAREWELL TO FIELD-CLERK WU GOING HOME
The north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them；
And the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky
Is like a spring gale， come up in the night，
Blowing open the petals of ten thousand peartrees.
It enters the pearl blinds， it wets the silk curtains；
A fur coat feels cold， a cotton mat flimsy；
Bows become rigid， can hardly be drawn
And the metal of armour congeals on the men；
The sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice，
And darkness masses its endless clouds；
But we drink to our guest bound home from camp，
And play him barbarian lutes， guitars， harps；
Till at dusk， when the drifts are crushing our tents
And our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind，
We watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward.
Into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road……
And then he disappears at the turn of the pass，
Leaving behind him only hoof-prints.
岑參
白雪歌送武判官歸京
北風(fēng)卷地白草折， 胡天八月即飛雪；
忽如一夜春風(fēng)來， 千樹萬樹梨花開。
散入珠簾濕羅幕， 狐裘不暖錦衾薄。
將軍角弓不得控， 都護(hù)鐵衣冷猶著。
瀚海闌干百丈冰， 愁云黲淡萬里凝。
中軍置酒飲歸客， 胡琴琵琶與羌笛。
紛紛暮雪下轅門， 風(fēng)掣紅旗凍不翻。
輪臺(tái)東門送君去， 去時(shí)雪滿天山路；
山回路轉(zhuǎn)不見君， 雪上空留馬行處。
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Seven-character-ancient-verse
Cen Can
A SONG OF WHITE SNOW IN FAREWELL TO FIELD-CLERK WU GOING HOME
The north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them；
And the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky
Is like a spring gale， come up in the night，
Blowing open the petals of ten thousand peartrees.
It enters the pearl blinds， it wets the silk curtains；
A fur coat feels cold， a cotton mat flimsy；
Bows become rigid， can hardly be drawn
And the metal of armour congeals on the men；
The sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice，
And darkness masses its endless clouds；
But we drink to our guest bound home from camp，
And play him barbarian lutes， guitars， harps；
Till at dusk， when the drifts are crushing our tents
And our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind，
We watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward.
Into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road……
And then he disappears at the turn of the pass，
Leaving behind him only hoof-prints.