{"id":736,"date":"2012-03-29T11:49:00","date_gmt":"2012-03-29T11:49:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.purechocolate.org.uk\/?p=736"},"modified":"2025-06-07T19:54:34","modified_gmt":"2025-06-07T19:54:34","slug":"moonlit-night-zhang-ruoxu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.purechocolate.org.uk\/?p=736","title":{"rendered":"Moonlit night: Zhang Ruoxu"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

\u6625\u6c5f\u82b1\u6708\u591c\uff0c\u5f20\u82e5\u865a<\/strong>
\u9996\u88ab\u5e73\u539f\u7684\u7ba1\u5bb6(Google-Coco)<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In separation the moon understands our longing –<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So it was said, but in the days of separation what goes through one’s head?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A Chinese author, \u5f20\u82e5\u865a, expressed it in this way:<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

\u6f22\u8a9e <\/th>English<\/th><\/tr><\/thead>
\u6625\u6c5f\u6f6e\u6c34\u8fde\u6d77\u5e73\uff0c
\u6d77\u4e0a\u660e\u6708\u5171\u6f6e\u751f\u3002
\u6edf\u6edf\u968f\u6ce2\u5343\u4e07\u91cc\uff0c
\u4f55\u5904\u6625\u6c5f\u65e0\u6708\u660e\uff01

\u6c5f\u6d41\u5b9b\u8f6c\u7ed5\u82b3\u7538\uff0c
\u6708\u7167\u82b1\u6797\u7686\u4f3c\u9730\uff1b
\u7a7a\u91cc\u6d41\u971c\u4e0d\u89c9\u98de\uff0c
\u6c40\u4e0a\u767d\u6c99\u770b\u4e0d\u89c1\u3002

\u6c5f\u5929\u4e00\u8272\u65e0\u7ea4\u5c18\uff0c
\u768e\u768e\u7a7a\u4e2d\u5b64\u6708\u8f6e\u3002
\u6c5f\u7554\u4f55\u4eba\u521d\u89c1\u6708\uff1f
\u6c5f\u6708\u4f55\u5e74\u521d\u7167\u4eba\uff1f

\u4eba\u751f\u4ee3\u4ee3\u65e0\u7a77\u5df2\uff0c
\u6c5f\u6708\u5e74\u5e74\u53ea\u76f8\u4f3c\u3002
\u4e0d\u77e5\u6c5f\u6708\u5f85\u4f55\u4eba\uff0c
\u4f46\u89c1\u957f\u6c5f\u9001\u6d41\u6c34\u3002

\u767d\u4e91\u4e00\u7247\u53bb\u60a0\u60a0\uff0c
\u9752\u67ab\u6d66\u4e0a\u4e0d\u80dc\u6101\u3002
\u8c01\u5bb6\u4eca\u591c\u6241\u821f\u5b50\uff1f
\u4f55\u5904\u76f8\u601d\u660e\u6708\u697c\uff1f

\u53ef\u601c\u697c\u4e0a\u6708\u5f98\u5f8a\uff0c
\u5e94\u7167\u79bb\u4eba\u5986\u955c\u53f0\u3002
\u7389\u6237\u5e18\u4e2d\u5377\u4e0d\u53bb\uff0c
\u6363\u8863\u7827\u4e0a\u6307\u8fd8\u6765\u3002

\u6b64\u65f6\u76f8\u671b\u4e0d\u76f8\u95fb\uff0c
\u613f\u9010\u6708\u534e\u6d41\u7167\u541b\u3002
\u9e3f\u96c1\u957f\u98de\u5149\u4e0d\u5ea6\uff0c
\u9c7c\u9f99\u6f5c\u8dc3\u6c34\u6210\u6587\u3002

\u6628\u591c\u95f2\u6f6d\u68a6\u843d\u82b1\uff0c
\u53ef\u601c\u6625\u534a\u4e0d\u8fd8\u5bb6\u3002
\u6c5f\u6c34\u6d41\u6625\u53bb\u6b32\u5c3d\uff0c
\u6c5f\u6f6d\u843d\u6708\u590d\u897f\u659c\u3002

\u659c\u6708\u6c89\u6c89\u85cf\u6d77\u96fe\uff0c
\u78a3\u77f3\u6f47\u6e58\u65e0\u9650\u8def\u3002
\u4e0d\u77e5\u4e58\u6708\u51e0\u4eba\u5f52\uff0c
\u843d\u6708\u6447\u60c5\u6ee1\u6c5f\u6811\u3002<\/td>		In spring the river rises high
to lift the moon which waxes bright.
League upon league of waves roll by
Embraced in her soft, her gentle light.

The river curls around the isle,
where moonlit flowers seem like snow.
Her beams like hoarfrost all the while
fall unseen to the beach below.

Sky and water mingle freely,
her lonely disk shines on the land.
Did the river the moon first see
Or she the man upon her strand?

All kith and kin do pass away
the moons of old the same remain.
For whom tonight sheds she her ray,
as the waters roll down to the main?

A white cloud sails across the sky
while maples pine upon the isle.
A man sets sail, as if to fly,
but pines away beneath her smile.

The moon lingers o\u2019er the tower
to bathe her room with fragrant light.
The curtains rise, her beams stream lower
she bathes but naught relieves her plight.

She sees the moon, not her lover,
which shines she knows upon his head.
The wild geese cannot take her over
nor dragon fish speak in her stead.

She dreamed; the fading flowers fell
and spring passed by, yet still he\u2019s gone.
The rolling waters sound a knell.
The waning moon yields to the sun.

The moon sinks down into the mist
which parts the rivers from the seas.
How few by moonlight find their tryst
but pine alone by stranded trees.<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

If you cannot read the words above, listen to Google read the words:<\/p>\n\n\n\n