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春江花月夜 - 中央民族乐团 Spring on a Moonlit River - China National Traditional Orchestra

春江花月夜。 演奏：中央民族乐团。 感谢"舒缓纯音乐"分享。 "Chun Jiang Hua Yue Ye" / "Spring on a Moonlit River". Performed by the China National Traditional Orchestra (also known as Central Traditional Music Orchestra, among other translations). 中央民族乐团 China National Traditional Orchestra:    / @cnto   China National Traditional Orchestra: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/China_N... 春江花月夜（张若虚诗作） 春江潮水连海平，海上明月共潮生。 滟滟随波千万里，何处春江无月明。 江流宛转绕芳甸，月照花林皆似霰。 空里流霜不觉飞，汀上白沙看不见。 江天一色无纤尘，皎皎空中孤月轮。 江畔何人初见月，江月何年初照人。 人生代代无穷已，江月年年望相似。 不知江月待何人，但见长江送流水。 白云一片去悠悠，青枫浦上不胜愁。 谁家今夜扁舟子，何处相思明月楼。 可怜楼上月徘徊，应照离人妆镜台。 玉户帘中卷不去，捣衣砧上拂还来。 此时相望不相闻，愿逐月华流照君。 鸿雁长飞光不度，鱼龙潜跃水成文。 昨夜闲潭梦落花，可怜春半不还家。 江水流春去欲尽，江潭落月复西斜。 斜月沉沉藏海雾，碣石潇湘无限路。 不知乘月几人归，落月摇情满江树。 A Moonlit Night on the Spring River by Zhang Ruoxu (Tang dynasty poet, ca. 660 - ca. 720) (translated by Xu Yuanchong) 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 the farewell Beach below. No dust has stained the water blending with the skies; A lonely wheel-like moon shines briliant 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 are pining away maples green. Where is the wanderer sailing his boat tonight? Who, pining away on the moonlight rails would lean? 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 message bearing swans can't fly out of moonlight, Nor letter-sending fish can leap out of their place. Last night he dreamed that falling flowers would not stay, Alas! He can't go home although half spring has gone. The running water bearing spring will pass away; The moon declinging over the pool will sink anon. The moon declining sinks into a heavy mid; It's a long way between South River and East Sea. How many can go home by moonlight who are missed? The sinking moon sheds yearning o'er riverside tree.