[春江花月夜] 春江花月夜赏析.docx

[春江花月夜] 春江花月夜赏析

　　In spring the river rises as high as the sea, 　　And with the river’s rise the moon uprises bright.
　　She follows the rolling waves for ten thousand li,
　　And where the river flows, there overflows her light.
　　The river winds around the fragrant islet where
　　The blooming flowers in her light all look like snow.
　　You cannot tell her beams from hoar frost in the air,
　　Nor from white sand upon Farewell Beach below.
　　No dust has stained the water blending with the skies;
　　A lonely wheellike moon shines brilliant far and wide.
　　Who by the riverside first saw the moon arise?
　　When did the moon first see a man by riverside?
　　Ah, generations have come and past away;
　　From year to year the moons look alike, old and new.
　　We do not know tonight for whom she sheds her ray,
　　But hear the river say to its water adieu.
　　Away, away is sailing a single cloud white;
　　On Farewell Beach pine away maples green.
　　Where is the wanderer sailing his boat tonight?
　　Who, pining away, on the moonlit rails would learn?
　　Alas! The moon is lingering over the tower;
　　It should have seen the dressing table of the fair.
　　She rolls the curtain up and light comes in her bower;
　　She washes but can’t wash away the moonbeams there.
　　She sees the moon, but her beloved is out of sight;
　　She’d follow it to shine on her beloved one’s face.
　　But me