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唐诗三百首 Tang Shi San Bai Shou


A Selection from the

300 Tang Dynasty Poems

 

 

 

List of Poems

 

The Three Hundred Tang Poems is an anthology of poems from the Chinese Tang Dynasty (618 - 907) compiled around 1763 by Sun Zhu (孫誅), the Qing scholar also known as Hengtang Tuishi (衡塘退士 "Retired Master of Hengtang"). Dissatisfied with the anthology Poems by a Thousand Masters (Qianjiashi 千家詩) compiled by Liu Kezhuang in the late Southern Song, Sun selected the poems based on their popularity and educational value. The collection has been popular ever since and can be found in many Chinese households. For centuries, elementary students memorized the poems and used them to learn to read and write. It contains poems by Du Fu, Li Bai, Wang Wei, Li Shangyin, Meng Haoran, Han Yu, Du Mu, Bai Juyi, Liu Changqing, Cen Shen, Wang Changling, Wei Yingwu, and more. (Wikipedia)

 

 

 

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Jan162011

A SONG OF THE SOUTHERN RIVER by Li Yi - 江南曲 李益

 

 

唐诗三百首 Tang Shi San Bai Shou


A Selection from the

300 Tang Dynasty Poems

 


A SONG OF THE SOUTHERN RIVER by Li Yi - 江南曲 李益

 

江南曲
李益

嫁得瞿塘賈,
朝朝誤妾期。
早知潮有信,
嫁與弄潮兒。

 

江南曲
李益

嫁(Marry)得(Receive)瞿(Qu)塘(Tang)賈(Merchant/Tradesman),
朝(Morning)朝(Morning)誤(Miss)妾(I/My)期(Date/Time)。
早(Early)知(Know)潮(Tide)有(Have/Has/Keep)信(Faith/Promise),
嫁(Marry)與(And/To)弄(Play)潮(Tide)兒(Boy)。

瞿(Qu)塘(Tang): the name of a place.
妾(I/My): female form.
早 (Early)知(Know): combination of these two character indicated a precognition term or condition, such as ‘If I knew early/I already knew….’


A SONG OF THE SOUTHERN RIVER

Li Yi

I am Married and Received by the Qu Tang Tradesman,
but Morning by Morning he Missed My Time.
I’ve already known that the tide keeps its Promise,
then I should have married to the Boy Playing in tide.

Note: The poet used the metaphor of Woman’s Time and the Tide to express the need of woman for her man to live and work according to a regular schedule, like the tide. However it is a forlorn hope a her current husband misses all the time, and every time.

Qu Tang: the name of a place.

 

Li Yi 李益 (770 - 827) was a poet of the Tang Dynasty.

 

 

List of Poems

The Three Hundred Tang Poems is an anthology of poems from the Chinese Tang Dynasty (618 - 907) compiled around 1763 by Sun Zhu (孫誅), the Qing scholar also known as Hengtang Tuishi (衡塘退士 "Retired Master of Hengtang"). Dissatisfied with the anthology Poems by a Thousand Masters (Qianjiashi 千家詩) compiled by Liu Kezhuang in the late Southern Song, Sun selected the poems based on their popularity and educational value. The collection has been popular ever since and can be found in many Chinese households. For centuries, elementary students memorized the poems and used them to learn to read and write. It contains poems by Du Fu, Li Bai, Wang Wei, Li Shangyin, Meng Haoran, Han Yu, Du Mu, Bai Juyi, Liu Changqing, Cen Shen, Wang Changling, Wei Yingwu, and more. (Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

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Chapter One

London 1910

“Hello, who are you? I am Oliver, is Edward at home?”

The words were spoken by a tall, impeccably dressed young man rushing into Edward’s flat, shaking off surplus water and calling for whisky while shoving his umbrella into a stand; a shaggy grey Irish wolfhound, impeccably dressed by savile row.

Susan laughed, her hazel eyes dancing with the exhilaration of the new. “Yes, he is having a bath. I think he is trying to get warm. I’m Susan, Susan Carey, his sister.

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They chatted, tentatively at first, getting to know one another. Edward had not seen Susan for two years and was unsure how his sister would take his new relationship. Oliver was intrigued by Susan. An attractive, self-assured young lady of high intelligence with a degree was a rare find. And, as fate would have it, she was also a trained and experienced teacher. He suggested a picnic at Oxford, which was met with ready acquiescence.

“I’ll see if the Rolls is available,” mused Oliver. “Must ring father, haven’t spoken to him in ages.”

Oliver, Sir Oliver Marchmaine, was an unaffected young man of intense intelligence who saw life as a great adventure to be lived to the full. He was also unyieldingly loyal to his country, England, which is why he had joined Military Intelligence on leaving Oxford.

It was 1910 and Europe was stirring. It was a time full of interest, intrigue and danger, the European chessboard becoming increasingly complex, the moves more subtle. A time when an unexpected move or feint could have profound consequences.

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The woman smiled to acknowledge Asim’s greeting, his eyes looking directly at her from within the folds of an impossibly white kufiyya. A peregrine falcon: lean, intense, beautiful, with a hunter’s gaze.

“You were sent by Sir Edward Clark?” asked Asim.

The question was direct, intended merely to ascertain the relevant information. He did not respond to her femininity. Did not glance she remembered, allowed herself to remember. The counterpoint between the masculine and the feminine was missing. Something in him, that part of him, had withered to the point of extinction. She did not know that then. That was to be part of her journey.

“Yes, my name is Susan, Susan Carey. I am the teacher.”

 

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The Cultural Revolution through my Eyes

By Zhou Xiaosui

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I was born in 1966, the year China the Culture Revolution began. My mother told me when I was just born that a nurse held me in her arms and said, "come, look at this girl, she is so pretty, her eyes are so big". Another nurse who was in the room standing in front of the window, said, "come here and look at the people marching down the street wearing high caps!"

They were the people the Gong Chan Party (The Communist Party) had branded as counter-revolutionary. They were being marched down the street as an example.

This is the story of my life, and my family's life, in the time of the Cultural Revolution. I hope you will be interested in seeing China through my eyes.

 

Chapter One

I was Born in this Time

This was a time of unrest and uncertainty. A time that was to last for 10 long years and profoundly affected my family.

Just after I was born, the Government accused my father of being a counter-revolutionary because his family had moved from China and all lived overseas. So he lost his job as a teacher. He wasn’t allowed to work and had to stay at home reflecting on what he had done wrong. This was bad for my father, but it was good for me. My father could look after me at home, and over the early years of my growing up I became very close to my father who was also my first teacher.

I remember, he hung a blanket by the four corners to become a hammock, and he put me inside. He would rock me to and fro when I cried or became restless. He needed to write two pieces for the Government about his thinking and saying sorry that his family left China and lived overseas. He also had to embroider a Mao Zhengdong photo.

Just like this, my father looked after me and finished his thinking “reconstruct”.

My parents told me I was a lambkin, a fat lot cry. My father really loved me. At that time, no-one listened for him, so he talked to me everyday. He talked and talked and I laughed and laughed. My father said he looked at me and I made him so happy.

By the time I was one year old, I had worn out four blankets!

When I was one year old, my father who had lost his job as a teacher, had to go to a Government building company to become a general labourer. It was very hard work for a teacher. At night he had to go to re-education meetings. When I was older and started to understand something of what had happened in my family, my sister, who is six years older than me, told me, “in this time, many nights she saw my father come back from the meeting with bruises and wounds all over the body." These had been inflicted by the Hong Wei Bing. My mother, who was a Doctor, cried and helped my father clean the wounds. These beatings went on night after night, my father wanted to die. My mother told him, “I need you, your two children need you, they need to have a father, you must live!’

Hong Wei Bing: Hong = red; wei = to guard, to protect; bing = soldier

In Chinese culture, ‘hong’ is lucky and represents good.

The Hong Wei Bing was the Communists Party’s youth cadre. It was made up of students in high school aged between 12 and 18. They were given authority over any person branded as a counter-revolutionary. They were, of course, too young and callow to be given that much power, so they abused it. It would be like giving the students at your local High School authority, without boundaries, over anyone in your town who did not seem to conform, including their teachers.

The Government officials ran the re-education meeting with the Hong Wei Bing.

The Hong Wei Bing harassed anyone who was at the meeting. Asking questions like, ‘Did you do the bad thing for the Government, for Mao?’, ‘Do you love Mao?’, ‘Why does your family live overseas?’ ………… questions that had to be answered quickly and with enthusiasm. If the Hong Wei Bing were not satisfied with the answer, or even if they did not like your demeanor, of if they just wanted to hurt you, then they would beat you up. Many people died from these beatings.

My father did not, he lived.

 

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My Father's Wisdom

By Zhou Xiaosui

I was born in 1966, the year China the Culture Revolution began. My mother told me when I was just born that a nurse held me in her arms and said, "come, look at this girl, she is so pretty, her eyes are so big". Another nurse who was in the room standing in front of the window, said, "come here and look at the people marching down the street wearing high caps!"

They were the people the Gong Chan Party (The Communist Party) had branded as counter-revolutionary. They were being marched down the street as an example.

These are some of the stories my father taught my in this time.

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