{"id":12879,"date":"2019-11-12T21:43:31","date_gmt":"2019-11-12T21:43:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chinesemoment.com\/chinese-literature-2\/chinese-poems-gu-shi-ci-to-a-fellow-passenger-on-the-boat-on-the-zhejiang-river\/"},"modified":"2019-11-12T21:43:31","modified_gmt":"2019-11-12T21:43:31","slug":"chinese-poems-gu-shi-ci-to-a-fellow-passenger-on-the-boat-on-the-zhejiang-river","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/chinesemoment.com\/de\/chinese-poems-gu-shi-ci-to-a-fellow-passenger-on-the-boat-on-the-zhejiang-river\/","title":{"rendered":"Chinese Poems \u53e4\u8bd7\u8bcd To a Fellow Passenger on the Boat on the Zhejiang River"},"content":{"rendered":"
To a Fellow Passenger on the Boat on the Zhejiang River<\/p>\n

Introducion:<\/p>\n

Now the tides are gone, the river is calm. The poet with another passenger is bound for Midlle Yue.    <\/p>\n

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Text:<\/p>\n

Dù zhèji\u0101ng wèn zh\u014du zh\u014dng rén<\/p>\n

\u6e21   \u6d59   \u6c5f   \u95ee    \u821f      \u4e2d  \u4eba<\/p>\n

\u5b5f\u6d69\u7136\uff08\u5510\uff09<\/p>\n

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Cháo luò ji\u0101ng píng wèi y\u01d2u f\u0113ng<\/p>\n

 \u6f6e     \u843d   \u6c5f    \u5e73    \u672a   \u6709 \u98ce\uff0c<\/p>\n

Pi\u0101n zh\u014du gòng jì y\u01d4 j\u016bn tóng<\/p>\n

 \u6241     \u821f    \u5171  \u6d4e \u4e0e \u541b   \u540c\u3002<\/p>\n

Shíshí y\u01d0n l\u01d0ng wàng ti\u0101n mò<\/p>\n

 \u65f6  \u65f6  \u5f15   \u9886   \u671b   \u5929   \u672b\uff0c<\/p>\n

Hé chù q\u012bng sh\u0101n shì yuè zh\u014dng<\/p>\n

 \u4f55  \u5904    \u9752     \u5c71   \u662f  \u8d8a    \u4e2d\uff1f<\/p>\n

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To a Fellow Passenger on the Boat on the Zhejiang River<\/p>\n

Meng Haoran (Tang)<\/p>\n

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The water is smooth, the tides ebb, the winds still,<\/p>\n

And I take a little boat along the river with thee.<\/p>\n

Now and then I eagerly gaze towards the distant sky,<\/p>\n

And wonder where is middle Yue, with its green hill.<\/p>\n

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Comment<\/p>\n

Now the tides are gone, the river is calm. The poet with another passenger is bound for Midlle Yue. They have met by chance and now are in the same boat. Polite and respectful, he calls the fellow-traveller “Gentleman”. As the boat glides along, the undulating green hills and ridges on the banks are receding and the poet keeps craning his neck to look ahead, suggestive of his anxiety to get to his destination Middle Yue. But in which hill does it lie in? why cannot I get there soon?
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