李白： 庐山谣寄卢侍御虚舟
李白: 庐山谣寄卢侍御虚舟/ li bai: a song of lu mountain to censor lu xuzhou
庐山谣寄卢侍御虚舟
李白
我本楚狂人， 凤歌笑孔丘。
手持绿玉杖， 朝别黄鹤楼。
五岳寻仙不辞远， 一生好入名山游。
庐山秀出南斗傍， 屏风九叠云锦张；
影落明湖青黛光， 金阙前开二峰长。
银河倒挂三石梁， 香炉瀑布遥相望。
回崖沓障淩苍苍， 翠影红霞映朝日，
鸟飞不到吴天长。
登高壮观天地间， 大江茫茫去不黄。
黄云万里动风色， 白波九道流雪山。
好为庐山谣， 兴因庐山发。
闲窥石镜清我心， 谢公行处苍苔没。
早服还丹无世情， 琴心三叠道初成；
遥见仙人彩云里， 手把芙蓉朝玉京。
先期汗漫九垓上， 愿接卢敖游太清。
a song of lu mountain to censor lu xuzhou
li bai
i am the madman of the chu country
who sang a mad song disputing confucius.
...holding in my hand a staff of green jade,
i have crossed, since morning at the yellow crane terrace,
all five holy mountains, without a thought of distance,
according to the one constant habit of my life.
lu mountain stands beside the southern dipper
in clouds reaching silken like a nine-panelled screen,
with its shadows in a crystal lake deepening the green water.
the golden gate opens into two mountain-ranges.
a silver stream is hanging down to three stone bridges
within sight of the mighty tripod falls.
ledges of cliff and winding trails lead to blue sky
and a flush of cloud in the morning sun,
whence no flight of birds could be blown into wu.
...i climb to the top. i survey the whole world.
i see the long river that runs beyond return,
yellow clouds that winds have driven hundreds of miles
and a snow-peak whitely circled by the swirl of a ninefold stream.
and so i am singing a song of lu mountain,
a song that is born of the breath of lu mountain.
...where the stone mirror makes the heart's purity purer
and green moss has buried the footsteps of xie,
i have eaten the immortal pellet and, rid of the world's troubles,
before the lute's third playing have achieved my element.
far away i watch the angels riding coloured clouds
toward heaven's jade city, with hibiscus in their hands.
and so, when i have traversed the nine sections of the world,
i will follow saint luao up the great purity.
庐山谣寄卢侍御虚舟
李白
我本楚狂人， 凤歌笑孔丘。
手持绿玉杖， 朝别黄鹤楼。
五岳寻仙不辞远， 一生好入名山游。
庐山秀出南斗傍， 屏风九叠云锦张；
影落明湖青黛光， 金阙前开二峰长。
银河倒挂三石梁， 香炉瀑布遥相望。
回崖沓障淩苍苍， 翠影红霞映朝日，
鸟飞不到吴天长。
登高壮观天地间， 大江茫茫去不黄。
黄云万里动风色， 白波九道流雪山。
好为庐山谣， 兴因庐山发。
闲窥石镜清我心， 谢公行处苍苔没。
早服还丹无世情， 琴心三叠道初成；
遥见仙人彩云里， 手把芙蓉朝玉京。
先期汗漫九垓上， 愿接卢敖游太清。
a song of lu mountain to censor lu xuzhou
li bai
i am the madman of the chu country
who sang a mad song disputing confucius.
...holding in my hand a staff of green jade,
i have crossed, since morning at the yellow crane terrace,
all five holy mountains, without a thought of distance,
according to the one constant habit of my life.
lu mountain stands beside the southern dipper
in clouds reaching silken like a nine-panelled screen,
with its shadows in a crystal lake deepening the green water.
the golden gate opens into two mountain-ranges.
a silver stream is hanging down to three stone bridges
within sight of the mighty tripod falls.
ledges of cliff and winding trails lead to blue sky
and a flush of cloud in the morning sun,
whence no flight of birds could be blown into wu.
...i climb to the top. i survey the whole world.
i see the long river that runs beyond return,
yellow clouds that winds have driven hundreds of miles
and a snow-peak whitely circled by the swirl of a ninefold stream.
and so i am singing a song of lu mountain,
a song that is born of the breath of lu mountain.
...where the stone mirror makes the heart's purity purer
and green moss has buried the footsteps of xie,
i have eaten the immortal pellet and, rid of the world's troubles,
before the lute's third playing have achieved my element.
far away i watch the angels riding coloured clouds
toward heaven's jade city, with hibiscus in their hands.
and so, when i have traversed the nine sections of the world,
i will follow saint luao up the great purity.
庐山谣寄卢侍御虚舟
我本楚狂人， 凤歌笑孔丘。
手持绿玉杖， 朝别黄鹤楼。
五岳寻仙不辞远， 一生好入名山游。
庐山秀出南斗傍， 屏风九叠云锦张；
影落明湖青黛光， 金阙前开二峰长。
银河倒挂三石梁， 香炉瀑布遥相望。
回崖沓障淩苍苍， 翠影红霞映朝日，
鸟飞不到吴天长。
登高壮观天地间， 大江茫茫去不黄。
黄云万里动风色， 白波九道流雪山。
好为庐山谣， 兴因庐山发。
闲窥石镜清我心， 谢公行处苍苔没。
早服还丹无世情， 琴心三叠道初成；
遥见仙人彩云里， 手把芙蓉朝玉京。
先期汗漫九垓上， 愿接卢敖游太清。
李白: 庐山谣寄卢侍御虚舟/ li bai: a song of lu mountain to censor lu xuzhou
李白
a song of lu mountain to censor lu xuzhou
li bai
i am the madman of the chu country
who sang a mad song disputing confucius.
...holding in my hand a staff of green jade,
i have crossed, since morning at the yellow crane terrace,
all five holy mountains, without a thought of distance,
according to the one constant habit of my life.
lu mountain stands beside the southern dipper
in clouds reaching silken like a nine-panelled screen,
with its shadows in a crystal lake deepening the green water.
the golden gate opens into two mountain-ranges.
a silver stream is hanging down to three stone bridges
within sight of the mighty tripod falls.
ledges of cliff and winding trails lead to blue sky
and a flush of cloud in the morning sun,
whence no flight of birds could be blown into wu.
...i climb to the top. i survey the whole world.
i see the long river that runs beyond return,
yellow clouds that winds have driven hundreds of miles
and a snow-peak whitely circled by the swirl of a ninefold stream.
and so i am singing a song of lu mountain,
a song that is born of the breath of lu mountain.
...where the stone mirror makes the heart's purity purer
and green moss has buried the footsteps of xie,
i have eaten the immortal pellet and, rid of the world's troubles,
before the lute's third playing have achieved my element.
far away i watch the angels riding coloured clouds
toward heaven's jade city, with hibiscus in their hands.
and so, when i have traversed the nine sections of the world,
i will follow saint luao up the great purity.
李白
a song of lu mountain to censor lu xuzhou
li bai
i am the madman of the chu country
who sang a mad song disputing confucius.
...holding in my hand a staff of green jade,
i have crossed, since morning at the yellow crane terrace,
all five holy mountains, without a thought of distance,
according to the one constant habit of my life.
lu mountain stands beside the southern dipper
in clouds reaching silken like a nine-panelled screen,
with its shadows in a crystal lake deepening the green water.
the golden gate opens into two mountain-ranges.
a silver stream is hanging down to three stone bridges
within sight of the mighty tripod falls.
ledges of cliff and winding trails lead to blue sky
and a flush of cloud in the morning sun,
whence no flight of birds could be blown into wu.
...i climb to the top. i survey the whole world.
i see the long river that runs beyond return,
yellow clouds that winds have driven hundreds of miles
and a snow-peak whitely circled by the swirl of a ninefold stream.
and so i am singing a song of lu mountain,
a song that is born of the breath of lu mountain.
...where the stone mirror makes the heart's purity purer
and green moss has buried the footsteps of xie,
i have eaten the immortal pellet and, rid of the world's troubles,
before the lute's third playing have achieved my element.
far away i watch the angels riding coloured clouds
toward heaven's jade city, with hibiscus in their hands.
and so, when i have traversed the nine sections of the world,
i will follow saint luao up the great purity.