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bǎikē: zhōng guó gǔ dài lǚ yóu huó dòng。 xiāng chuán yuán yú hàn dài， bìng xiāng yán chéng sú。 yī bān yú chóngyáng jié， yuē jù jiā rén jí qīn péng hǎo yǒu lǚ yóu， dēng gāo yuǎn tiào， jiè yǐ bìnàn xiāo zāi、 yú lè shēn xīn。
: zhōng guó gǔ dài lǚ yóu huó dòng。 xiāng chuán yuán yú hàn dài， bìng xiāng yán chéng sú。 yī bān yú chóngyáng jié， yuē jù jiā rén jí qīn péng hǎo yǒu lǚ yóu， dēng gāo yuǎn tiào， jiè yǐ bìnàn xiāo zāi、 yú lè shēn xīn。
dēng gāo A Long Climb
shīrén:dù fǔ Du Fu
fēng jí tiān gāo yuán xiào 'āi， zhǔ qīng shā bái niǎo fēi huí。
wú biān luò mù xiāo xiāo xià， bù jìn cháng jiāng gǔn gǔn lái。
wàn lǐ bēi qiū cháng zuò kè， bǎi nián duō bìng dú dēng tái。
jiān nán kǔ hèn fán shuāng bìn， liáo dǎo xīn tíng zhuó jiǔ bēi。
In a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering,
Birds are flying homeward over the clear lake and white sand,
Leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall,
While I watch the long river always rolling on.
I have come three thousand miles away. Sad now with autumn
And with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone.
Ill fortune has laid a bitter frost on my temples,
Heart-ache and weariness are a thick dust in my wine.
hànyīng: zhōng guó gǔ dài lǚ yóu huó dòng。 xiāng chuán yuán yú hàn dài， bìng xiāng yán chéng sú。 yī bān yú chóngyáng jié， yuē jù jiā rén jí qīn péng hǎo yǒu lǚ yóu， dēng gāo yuǎn tiào， jiè yǐ bìnàn xiāo zāi、 yú lè shēn xīn。
dēng gāo A Long Climb
shīrén:dù fǔ Du Fu
fēng jí tiān gāo yuán xiào 'āi， zhǔ qīng shā bái niǎo fēi huí。
wú biān luò mù xiāo xiāo xià， bù jìn cháng jiāng gǔn gǔn lái。
wàn lǐ bēi qiū cháng zuò kè， bǎi nián duō bìng dú dēng tái。
jiān nán kǔ hèn fán shuāng bìn， liáo dǎo xīn tíng zhuó jiǔ bēi。
In a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering,
Birds are flying homeward over the clear lake and white sand,
Leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall,
While I watch the long river always rolling on.
I have come three thousand miles away. Sad now with autumn
And with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone.
Ill fortune has laid a bitter frost on my temples,
Heart-ache and weariness are a thick dust in my wine. ascend uphill uprise ascend a height
bǎikē: sì chuān shěng guǎng yuán shì cāng xī xiàn
: zhōng guó gǔ dài lǚ yóu huó dòng。 xiāng chuán yuán yú hàn dài， bìng xiāng yán chéng sú。 yī bān yú chóngyáng jié， yuē jù jiā rén jí qīn péng hǎo yǒu lǚ yóu，
dēng gāo A Long Climb
shīrén:dù fǔ Du Fu
fēng jí tiān gāo yuán xiào 'āi， zhǔ qīng shā bái niǎo fēi huí。
wú biān luò mù xiāo xiāo xià， bù jìn cháng jiāng gǔn gǔn lái。
wàn lǐ bēi qiū cháng zuò kè， bǎi nián duō bìng dú dēng tái。
jiān nán kǔ hèn fán shuāng bìn， liáo dǎo xīn tíng zhuó jiǔ bēi。
In a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering,
Birds are flying homeward over the clear lake and white sand,
Leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall,
While I watch the long river always rolling on.
I have come three thousand miles away. Sad now with autumn
And with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone.
Ill fortune has laid a bitter frost on my temples,
Heart-ache and weariness are a thick dust in my wine.
hànyīng: zhōng guó gǔ dài lǚ yóu huó dòng。 xiāng chuán yuán yú hàn dài， bìng xiāng yán chéng sú。 yī bān yú chóngyáng jié， yuē jù jiā rén jí qīn péng hǎo yǒu lǚ yóu，
dēng gāo A Long Climb
shīrén:dù fǔ Du Fu
fēng jí tiān gāo yuán xiào 'āi， zhǔ qīng shā bái niǎo fēi huí。
wú biān luò mù xiāo xiāo xià， bù jìn cháng jiāng gǔn gǔn lái。
wàn lǐ bēi qiū cháng zuò kè， bǎi nián duō bìng dú dēng tái。
jiān nán kǔ hèn fán shuāng bìn， liáo dǎo xīn tíng zhuó jiǔ bēi。
In a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering,
Birds are flying homeward over the clear lake and white sand,
Leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall,
While I watch the long river always rolling on.
I have come three thousand miles away. Sad now with autumn
And with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone.
Ill fortune has laid a bitter frost on my temples,
Heart-ache and weariness are a thick dust in my wine.
bǎikē: sì chuān shěng guǎng yuán shì cāng xī xiàn
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