国guó风fēng·唐táng风fēng

10-1

蟋xī蟀shuài在zài堂táng，岁suì聿yù其qí莫mò。今jīn我wǒ不bú乐lè，日rì月yuè其qí除chú。无wú已yǐ大dà康kāng，职zhí思sī其qí居jū。好hǎo乐lè无wú荒huāng，良liáng士shì瞿qú瞿qú。蟋xī蟀shuài在zài堂táng，岁suì聿yù其qí逝shì。今jīn我wǒ不bú乐lè，日rì月yuè其qí迈mài。无wú已yǐ大dà康kāng，职zhí思sī其qí外wài。好hǎo乐lè无wú荒huāng，良liáng士shì蹶jué蹶jué。蟋xī蟀shuài在zài堂táng，役yì车chē其qí休xiū。今jīn我wǒ不bú乐lè，日rì月yuè其qí慆tāo。无wú已yǐ大dà康kāng，职zhí思sī其qí忧yōu。好hǎo乐lè无wú荒huāng，良liáng士shì休xiū休xiū。

The cricket is in the hall, The year is drawing to its close. If now we do not rejoice, The days and months pass away. But do not overdo your mirth — Think on your station. Love pleasure, but waste not — The good man is full of care. The cricket is in the hall, The year is slipping by. If now we do not rejoice, The days and months hasten away. But do not overdo your mirth — Think on what lies beyond. Love pleasure, but waste not — The good man is ever alert. The cricket is in the hall, The service-carts are at rest. If now we do not rejoice, The days and months flow on. But do not overdo your mirth — Think on your cares. Love pleasure, but waste not — The good man is calm and content.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

10-2

山shān有yǒu枢shū，隰xí有yǒu榆yú。子zi有yǒu衣yī裳shang，弗fú曳yè弗fú娄lóu。子zi有yǒu车chē马mǎ，弗fú驰chí弗fú驱qū。宛wǎn其qí死sí矣yǐ，他tā人rén是shì愉yú。山shān有yóu栲kǎo，隰xí有yóu杻chǒu。子zi有yǒu廷tíng内nèi，弗fú洒sǎ弗fú埽sào。子zi有yǒu钟zhōng鼓gǔ，弗fú鼓gǔ弗fú考kǎo。宛wǎn其qí死sí矣yǐ，他tā人rén是shì保bǎo。山shān有yǒu漆qī，隰xí有yǒu栗lì。子zi有yóu酒jiǔ食shí，何hé不bú日rì鼓gǔ瑟sè？且qié以yí喜xǐ乐lè，且qié以yí永yǒng日rì。宛wǎn其qí死sí矣yǐ，他tā人rén入rù室shì。

On the hills are the cork-trees, In the low grounds the elms. You have robes and garments, But you trail them not, you wear them not. You have carriages and horses, But you drive them not, you gallop them not. When you are dead and gone, Another man will enjoy them. On the hills are the ailanthus, In the low grounds the mulberry. You have courts and chambers, But you sweep them not, you clean them not. You have bells and drums, But you beat them not, you strike them not. When you are dead and gone, Another man will keep them. On the hills are the varnish-trees, In the low grounds the chestnuts. You have wine and food — Why not daily thrum the lute? With this be joyful, be glad, And so prolong the day. When you are dead and gone, Another man will enter your chamber.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

10-3

扬yáng之zhī水shuǐ，白bái石shí凿záo凿záo，素sù衣yī朱zhū襮bó，从cóng子zi于yú沃wò，既jì见jiàn君jūn子zǐ，云yún何hé不bú乐lè。扬yáng之zhī水shuǐ，白bái石shí皓hào皓hào，素sù衣yī朱zhū绣xiù，从cóng子zi于yú鹄hú，既jì见jiàn君jūn子zǐ，云yún何hé其qí忧yōu。扬yáng之zhī水shuǐ，白bái石shí粼lín粼lín，我wǒ闻wén有yǒu命mìng，不bù敢gán以yǐ告gào人rén！

The rippling waters — The white stones stand clear. White robe with a red collar, I follow you to Wo. Now that I see my lord, What cause for sorrow? The rippling waters — The white stones gleam bright. White robe with red embroidery, I follow you to Gu. Now that I see my lord, What cause for care? The rippling waters — The white stones glimmer. I have heard of a command — I dare not tell it to anyone!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

10-4

绸chóu缪móu束shù薪xīn，三sān星xīng在zài天tiān。今jīn夕xī何hé夕xī？见jiàn此cǐ良liáng人rén！子zi兮xī子zi兮xī！如rú此cǐ良liáng人rén何hé！绸chóu缪móu束shù刍chú，三sān星xīng在zài隅yú。今jīn夕xī何hé夕xī？见jiàn此cǐ邂xiè逅hòu！子zi兮xī子zi兮xī！如rú此cǐ邂xiè逅hòu何hé！绸chóu缪móu束shù楚chǔ，三sān星xīng在zài户hù。今jīn夕xī何hé夕xī？见jiàn此cǐ粲càn者zhě！子zi兮xī子zi兮xī！如rú此cǐ粲càn者zhě何hé！

Bind the faggot close; The three stars are in the sky. What night is this night? I see this good man! Ah, you! Ah, you! What shall I do with this good man? Bind the hay close; The three stars are at the corner. What night is this night? I see this happy chance! Ah, you! Ah, you! What shall I do with this happy chance? Bind the brambles close; The three stars are at the door. What night is this night? I see this lovely one! Ah, you! Ah, you! What shall I do with this lovely one?

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

10-5

肃sù肃sù鸨báo羽yǔ，集jí于yú苞bāo栩xǔ。王wáng事shì靡mí盬gǔ，不bù能néng蓺yì稷jì黍shǔ。父fù母mǔ何hé怙hù？悠yōu悠yōu苍cāng天tiān，曷hé其qí有yóu所suǒ。肃sù肃sù鸨bǎo翼yì，集jí于yú苞bāo棘jí。王wáng事shì靡mí盬gǔ，不bù能néng蓺yì黍shǔ稷jì。父fù母mǔ何hé食shí？悠yōu悠yōu苍cāng天tiān，曷hé其qí有yǒu极jí。肃sù肃sù鸨bǎo行xíng，集jí于yú苞bāo桑sāng。王wáng事shì靡mí盬gǔ，不bù能néng蓺yì稻dào粱liáng。父fù母mǔ何hé尝cháng？悠yōu悠yōu苍cāng天tiān，曷hé其qí有yǒu常cháng。

Sû-sû go the feathers of the wild geese, As they settle on the bushy oaks. The king's affairs must not be slackly discharged, And (so) we cannot plant our millets;— What will our parents have to rely on? O thou distant and azure Heaven! When shall we be in our places again?

Legge · 1879 · public domain

10-6

葛gé生shēng蒙méng楚chǔ，蔹liǎn蔓màn于yú野yě。予yú美měi亡wáng此cǐ，谁shuí与yǔ独dú处chù。葛gé生shēng蒙méng棘jí，蔹liǎn蔓màn于yú域yù。予yú美měi亡wáng此cǐ，谁shuí与yǔ独dú息xī。角jiáo枕zhěn粲càn兮xī，锦jǐn衾qīn烂làn兮xī。予yú美měi亡wáng此cǐ，谁shuí与yǔ独dú旦dàn。夏xià之zhī日rì，冬dōng之zhī夜yè。百bǎi岁suì之zhī后hòu，归guī于yú其qí居jū。冬dōng之zhī夜yè，夏xià之zhī日rì。百bǎi岁suì之zhī后hòu，归guī于yú其qí室shì。

The dolichos grows, covering the thorn trees; The convolvulus spreads all over the waste. The man of my admiration is no more here;— With whom can I dwell? I abide alone. The dolichos grows, covering the jujube trees; The convolvulus spreads all over the tombs. The man of my admiration is no more here;— With whom can I dwell? I rest alone. How beautiful was the pillow of horn! How splendid was the embroidered coverlet! The man of my admiration is no more here;— With whom can I dwell? Alone (I wait for) the morning. Through the (long) days of summer, Through the (long) nights of winter (shall I be alone), Till the lapse of a hundred years, When I shall go home to his abode. Through the (long) nights of winter, Through the (long) days of summer (shall I be alone), Till the lapse of a hundred years, When I shall go home to his chamber.

Legge · 1879 · public domain

10-7

采cǎi苓líng采cǎi苓líng，首shǒu阳yáng之zhī巅diān。人rén之zhī为wèi言yán，苟gǒu亦yì无wú信xìn。舍shě旃zhān舍shě旃zhān，苟gǒu亦yì无wú然rán。人rén之zhī为wèi言yán，胡hú得dé焉yān！采cái苦kú采cái苦kǔ，首shǒu阳yáng之zhī下xià。人rén之zhī为wèi言yán，苟gǒu亦yì无wú与yǔ。舍shě旃zhān舍shě旃zhān，苟gǒu亦yì无wú然rán。人rén之zhī为wèi言yán，胡hú得dé焉yān！采cǎi葑fēng采cǎi葑fēng，首shǒu阳yáng之zhī东dōng。人rén之zhī为wèi言yán，苟gǒu亦yì无wú从cóng。舍shě旃zhān舍shě旃zhān，苟gǒu亦yì无wú然rán。人rén之zhī为wèi言yán，胡hú得dé焉yān！

Gather the licorice, gather the licorice, On the peak of Shou-yang. The words that people say — Do not believe them lightly. Let them go, let them go! Do not assent to them lightly. The words that people say — What do they gain? Gather the sow-thistle, gather the sow-thistle, At the foot of Shou-yang. The words that people say — Do not heed them lightly. Let them go, let them go! Do not assent to them lightly. The words that people say — What do they gain? Gather the turnip, gather the turnip, On the east of Shou-yang. The words that people say — Do not follow them lightly. Let them go, let them go! Do not assent to them lightly. The words that people say — What do they gain?

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated