there are certain Chinese guys i see around i will try to interview them for a first hand account of what the Chinese culture looks like and how they view the growth and what it means to them. even if they are few if i can get them to cooperate it will be a valuable information in the mean time i found certain Chinese poems from the early times like the 8th century here are some: A Visit to Qiantang Lake Bai Juyi Gushan Temple is to the north, Jiating pavilion west, The waters surface now is calm, the bottom of the clouds low. In several places, the first orioles are fighting in warm trees, By every house new swallows peck at spring mud. Disordered flowers have grown almost enough to confuse the eye, Bright grass is able now to hide the hooves of horses. I most love the east of the lake, I cannot come often enough Within the shade of green poplars on White Sand Embankment. Feelings on Watching the Moon Bai Juyi The times are hard: a year of famine has emptied the fields, My brothers live abroad- scattered west and east. Now fields and gardens are scarcely seen after the fighting, Family members wander, scattered on the road. Attached to shadows, like geese ten thousand li apart, Or roots uplifted into Septembers autumn air. We look together at the bright moon, and then the tears should fall, This night, our wish for home can make five places one. Autumn Meditations (1) Du Fu Jade dew withers and wounds the groves of maple trees, On Wu mountain, in Wu gorge, the air is dull and drear. On the river surging waves rise to meet the sky, Above the pass wind and cloud join the earth with darkness. Chrysanthemum bushes open twice, weeping for their days, A lonely boat, a single line, my heart is full of home. Winter clothes everywhere are urgently cut and measured, Baidicheng above, the evenings driven by beating on stones. Drinking Alone Du Mu Outside the window, wind and snow blow straight, I clutch the stove and open a flask of wine. Just like a fishing boat in the rain, Sail down, asleep on the autumn river. A Heavenly Womans Imprisoned in the Palace Li Yu A heavenly womans imprisoned in the palace at Penglai Hill, All are silent as she sleeps by day in the painted hall. Her glossy hair is spread like cloud on the pillow, Her embroidered clothes bear a wondrous fragrance. I secretly come and slide the pearl lock back, Shes startled from her dream behind the silver screen. Her smiling face is overflowing with bliss, We gaze at each other with unbounded love. How Can a Man Escape Lifes Sorrow and Regret? Li Yu How can a man escape lifes sorrow and regret? What limit is there to my solitary grief? I returned to my homeland in a dream, As I awakened, I shed two tears. Who now will climb up those high towers, I remember those clear autumn scenes. Those past events have lost their meaning, They disappear as in a dream. i enjoyed them
Posted on: Sat, 02 Nov 2013 06:47:29 +0000
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