国guó风fēng·邶bèi风fēng

3-1

毛máo诗shī序xù：「《柏bǎi舟zhōu》，言yán仁rén而ér不bú遇yù也yě。衞wèi顷qǐng公gōng之zhī时shí，仁rén人rén不bú遇yù，小xiǎo人rén在zài侧cè。」泛fàn彼bí柏bǎi舟zhōu，亦yì泛fàn其qí流liú。耿géng耿gěng不bú寐mèi，如rú有yóu隐yǐn忧yōu。微wēi我wǒ无wú酒jiǔ，以yǐ敖áo以yǐ游yóu。我wǒ心xīn匪fěi鉴jiàn，不bù可ké以yǐ茹rú。亦yì有yǒu兄xiōng弟dì，不bù可ké以yǐ据jù。薄báo言yán往wǎng愬sù，逢féng彼bǐ之zhī怒nù。我wǒ心xīn匪fěi石shí，不bù可ké转zhuán也yě。我wǒ心xīn匪fěi席xí，不bù可ké卷juán也yě。威wēi仪yí棣dì棣dì，不bù可ké选xuán也yě。忧yōu心xīn悄qiāo悄qiāo，愠yùn于yú群qún小xiǎo。觏gòu闵mǐn既jì多duō，受shòu侮wǔ不bù少shǎo。静jìng言yán思sī之zhī，寤wù辟pì有yǒu摽biāo。日rì居jū月yuè诸zhū，胡hú迭dié而ér微wēi？心xīn之zhī忧yōu矣yǐ，如rú匪fěi澣huàn衣yī。静jìng言yán思sī之zhī，不bù能néng奋fèn飞fēi！

It floats about, that boat of cypress wood, There in the middle of the Ho. With his two tufts of hair falling over his forehead, He was my mate; And I swear that till death I will have no other. O mother, O Heaven, Why will you not understand me? It floats about, that boat of cypress wood, There by the side of the Ho. With his two tufts of hair falling over his forehead, He was my only one; And I swear that till death I will not do the evil thing. O mother, O Heaven, Why will you not understand me?

Legge · 1879 · public domain

3-2

绿lǜ兮xī衣yī兮xī，绿lǜ衣yī黄huáng里lǐ，心xīn之zhī忧yōu矣yǐ，曷hé维wéi其qí已yǐ。绿lǜ兮xī衣yī兮xī，绿lǜ衣yī黄huáng裳shang，心xīn之zhī忧yōu矣yǐ，曷hé维wéi其qí亡wáng。绿lǜ兮xī丝sī兮xī，女nǘ所suǒ治zhì兮xī，我wǒ思sī古gǔ人rén，俾bǐ无wú訧yóu兮xī。𫄨chī兮xī绤xì兮xī，凄qī其qí以yǐ风fēng，我wǒ思sī古gǔ人rén，实shí获huò我wǒ心xīn。

Green is the garment, Green the upper, yellow the lining. The sorrow of my heart — When will it end? Green is the garment, Green the upper, yellow the lower robe. The sorrow of my heart — When will it pass away? Green are the silken threads, That you yourself worked. I think of the ancients, That I may have no fault. Fine cloth and coarse — Chill is the wind. I think of the ancients, Truly they have my heart.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

3-3

燕yàn燕yàn于yú飞fēi，差chā池chí其qí羽yǔ，之zhī子zi于yú归guī，远yuǎn送sòng于yú野yě，瞻zhān望wàng弗fú及jí，泣qì涕tì如rú雨yǔ。燕yàn燕yàn于yú飞fēi，颉xié之zhī颃háng之zhī，之zhī子zi于yú归guī，远yuǎn于yú将jiāng之zhī，瞻zhān望wàng弗fú及jí，伫zhù立lì以yǐ泣qì。燕yàn燕yàn于yú飞fēi，下xià上shàng其qí音yīn，之zhī子zi于yú归guī，远yuǎn送sòng于yú南nán，瞻zhān望wàng弗fú及jí，实shí劳láo我wǒ心xīn。仲zhòng氏shì任rèn只zhǐ，其qí心xīn塞sāi渊yuān，终zhōng温wēn且qiě惠huì，淑shū慎shèn其qí身shēn，先xiān君jūn之zhī思sī，以yǐ勗xù寡guǎ人rén。

The swallows, the swallows, flying, With their wings unequal. This lady is going to her new home; Far I escort her to the wild. I gaze — and cannot see her; My tears fall like rain. The swallows, the swallows, flying, Now up, now down. This lady is going to her new home; Far I convoy her. I gaze — and cannot see her; Long I stand and weep. The swallows, the swallows, flying, Their cry now low, now high. This lady is going to her new home; Far I escort her to the south. I gaze — and cannot see her; Truly my heart is grieved. Faithful is my sister, Her heart sincere and deep. Gentle she is, and kind, Good and careful in herself. Thinking of our departed lord, She strengthens me.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

3-4

日rì居jū月yuè诸zhū，照zhào临lín下xià土tǔ，乃nǎi如rú之zhī人rén兮xī，逝shì不bù古gǔ处chù，胡hú能néng有yǒu定dìng，宁níng不bù我wǒ顾gù。日rì居jū月yuè诸zhū，下xià土tǔ是shì冒mào，乃nǎi如rú之zhī人rén兮xī，逝shì不bù相xiāng好hǎo，胡hú能néng有yǒu定dìng，宁níng不bù我wǒ报bào。日rì居jū月yuè诸zhū，出chū自zì东dōng方fāng，乃nǎi如rú之zhī人rén兮xī，德dé音yīn无wú良liáng，胡hú能néng有yǒu定dìng，俾bí也yé可kě忘wàng。日rì居jū月yuè诸zhū，东dōng方fāng自zì出chū，父fù兮xī母mǔ兮xī，畜chù我wǒ不bù卒zú，胡hú能néng有yǒu定dìng，报bào我wǒ不bú述shù。

O sun, O moon, Which enlighten this lower earth! Here is this man, Who treats me not according to the ancient rule. How can he get his mind settled? Would he then not regard me? O sun, O moon, Which overshadow this lower earth! Here is this man, Who will not be friendly with me. How can he get his mind settled? Would he then not respond to me? O sun, O moon, Which come forth from the east! Here is this man, With virtuous words, but really not good. How can he get his mind settled? Would he then allow me to be forgotten? O sun, O moon, From the east that come forth! O father, O mother, There is no sequel to your nourishing of me. How can he get his mind settled? Would he then respond to me contrary to all reason?

Legge · 1879 · public domain

3-5

终zhōng风fēng且qiě暴bào，顾gù我wǒ则zé笑xiào，谑xuè浪làng笑xiào敖áo，中zhōng心xīn是shì悼dào。终zhōng风fēng且qiě霾mái，惠huì然rán肯kěn来lái，莫mò往wǎng莫mò来lái，悠yōu悠yōu我wǒ思sī。终zhōng风fēng且qiě曀yì，不bú日rì有yǒu曀yì，寤wù言yán不bú寐mèi，愿yuàn言yán则zé嚏tì。曀yì曀yì其qí阴yīn，虺huī虺huī其qí靁léi，寤wù言yán不bú寐mèi，愿yuàn言yán则zé怀huái。

All day the wind and the storm; He looks at me and laughs. Jesting and wanton, mocking and proud — My heart within is grieved. All day the wind and the dust; He is kind and willing to come. But if he neither goes nor comes, Endless is my longing. All day the wind and the haze; Without sun, and then more haze. I wake and cannot sleep; I think of him — and would sneeze. Dark, dark is the sky, Rolling, rolling the thunder. I wake and cannot sleep; I think of him — and my heart aches.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

3-6

击jī鼓gǔ其qí镗tāng，踊yǒng跃yuè用yòng兵bīng，土tǔ国guó城chéng漕cáo，我wǒ独dú南nán行xíng。从cóng孙sūn子zi仲zhòng，平píng陈chén与yǔ宋sòng，不bù我wó以yǐ归guī，忧yōu心xīn有yǒu忡chōng。爰yuán居jū爰yuán处chù，爰yuán丧sàng其qí马mǎ，于yú以yǐ求qiú之zhī，于yú林lín之zhī下xià。死sǐ生shēng契qì阔kuò，与yǔ子zi成chéng说shuō，执zhí子zi之zhī手shǒu，与yǔ子zi偕xié老lǎo。于yú嗟jiē阔kuò兮xī，不bù我wǒ活huó兮xī，于yú嗟jiē洵xún兮xī，不bù我wǒ信xìn兮xī。

The drum is beaten, drum-deep, Springing and leaping, wielding our arms. Raising the wall, fortifying Cao — I alone march to the south. Following Sun Zi-zhong, We made peace with Chen and Song. They do not let me return; My heart is full of care. Where we halt, where we dwell, There we lost our horses. Where shall I seek them? Under the forest trees. In life or death, in separation or meeting, I made my vow to you. I grasped your hand, To grow old with you. Alas, the parting! We shall not live to meet again. Alas, the broken word! You do not keep faith with me.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

3-7

凯kǎi风fēng自zì南nán，吹chuī彼bǐ棘jí心xīn；棘jí心xīn夭yāo夭yāo，母mǔ氏shì劬qú劳láo。凯kǎi风fēng自zì南nán，吹chuī彼bǐ棘jí薪xīn；母mǔ氏shì圣shèng善shàn，我wǒ无wú令lìng人rén。爰yuán有yǒu寒hán泉quán，在zài浚jùn之zhī下xià；有yǒu子zi七qī人rén，母mǔ氏shì劳láo苦kǔ。𪾢xiàn睆huàn黄huáng鸟niǎo，载zài好hǎo其qí音yīn；有yǒu子zi七qī人rén，莫mò慰wèi母mǔ心xīn。

Gentle blows the south wind, On the heart of the jujube-thorn. The thorn is young and tender; My mother has toiled and travailed. Gentle blows the south wind, On the branches of the thorn. My mother is wise and good, But we have no good men. There is a cold spring, Beneath the walls of Xun. Though we are seven sons, Our mother toils and suffers. The yellow bird, the bright-eye, How sweet its note! Though we are seven sons, None can comfort our mother's heart.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

3-8

雄xióng雉zhì于yú飞fēi，泄xiè泄xiè其qí羽yǔ，我wǒ之zhī怀huái矣yǐ，自zì诒yí伊yī阻zǔ。雄xióng雉zhì于yú飞fēi，下xià上shàng其qí音yīn，展zhán矣yǐ君jūn子zǐ，实shí劳láo我wǒ心xīn。瞻zhān彼bǐ日rì月yuè，悠yōu悠yōu我wǒ思sī，道dào之zhī云yún远yuǎn，曷hé云yún能néng来lái。百bái尔ěr君jūn子zǐ，不bù知zhī德dé行xíng，不bú忮zhì不bù求qiú，何hé用yòng不bù臧zāng。

The male pheasant is on the wing, Lazily fluttering his plumes. I cherish my longing for him, And bring on myself this sorrow. The male pheasant is on the wing, Now low, now high his cry. Truly, my noble lord, You make my heart ache. I look at the sun and moon, Endless is my longing. The way is so far — How can he come? All you gentlemen, Know not virtuous conduct. Free from malice and free from greed, What could you not do well?

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

3-9

匏páo有yóu苦kǔ叶yè，济jì有yǒu深shēn涉shè，深shēn则zé厉lì，浅qiǎn则zé揭jiē。有yǒu㳽mí济jì盈yíng，有yóu鷕yǎo雉zhì鸣míng，济jì盈yíng不bù濡rú軓fàn，雉zhì鸣míng求qiú其qí牡mǔ。雝yōng雝yōng鸣míng鴈yàn，旭xù日rì始shǐ旦dàn，士shì如rú归guī妻qī，迨dài冰bīng未wèi泮pàn。招zhāo招zhāo舟zhōu子zi，人rén涉shè卬áng否fǒu，人rén涉shè卬áng否fǒu，卬áng须xū我wó友yǒu。

The gourd has bitter leaves, The ford of Ji has deep crossing. Where deep, I wade my clothes; Where shallow, I tuck them up. The waters of Ji swell, The female pheasant calls. Though Ji swells, it wets not the axle; The pheasant calls for her mate. Gently cry the wild geese, The sun is newly risen. Sir, if you would take a wife, Wait not till the ice has thawed. The boatmen wave and beckon; Others cross, but I do not. Others cross, but I do not — I wait for my friend.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

3-10

习xí习xí谷gǔ风fēng，以yǐ阴yīn以yí雨yǔ。黾mián勉miǎn同tóng心xīn，不bù宜yí有yǒu怒nù。采cǎi葑fēng采cǎi菲fēi，无wú以yǐ下xià体tǐ？德dé音yīn莫mò违wéi，及jí尔ěr同tóng死sǐ。行háng道dào迟chí迟chí，中zhōng心xīn有yǒu违wéi。不bù远yuǎn伊yī迩ěr，薄báo送sòng我wǒ畿jī。谁shuí谓wèi荼tú苦kǔ，其qí甘gān如rú荠jì。宴yàn尔ěr新xīn昏hūn，如rú兄xiōng如rú弟dì。泾jīng以yǐ渭wèi浊zhuó，湜shí湜shí其qí沚zhǐ。宴yàn尔ěr新xīn昏hūn，不bù我wǒ屑xiè以yǐ。毋wú逝shì我wǒ梁liáng，毋wú发fā我wó笱gǒu。我wǒ躬gōng不bú阅yuè，遑huáng恤xù我wǒ后hòu。就jiù其qí深shēn矣yǐ，方fāng之zhī舟zhōu之zhī。就jiù其qí浅qián矣yǐ，泳yǒng之zhī游yóu之zhī。何hé有yǒu何hé亡wáng，黾mián勉miǎn求qiú之zhī。凡fán民mín有yǒu丧sàng，匍pú匐fú救jiù之zhī。不bù我wǒ能néng慉xù，反fán以yí我wǒ为wèi雠chóu。既jì阻zú我wǒ德dé，贾jiǎ用yòng不bú售shòu。昔xī育yù恐kǒng育yù鞫jū，及jí尔ěr颠diān覆fù。既jì生shēng既jì育yù，比bí予yǔ于yú毒dú。我wó有yóu旨zhǐ蓄xù，亦yì以yǐ御yù冬dōng。宴yàn尔ěr新xīn昏hūn，以yí我wǒ御yù穷qióng。有yǒu洸guāng有yǒu溃kuì，既jì诒yí我wǒ肄yì。不bú念niàn昔xī者zhě，伊yī余yú来lái塈jì。

Gently blows the east wind, With clouds, with rain. We strove to be of one heart, Let there be no anger. We gather the turnip and the radish — Must we reject the root? Let not kind words be broken, That I may die with you. On the road I linger, My heart is full of grief. You did not see me far — Only to the threshold. Who says the sow-thistle is bitter? It is sweet as the shepherd's-purse. You make merry with your new bride, Like brother and sister. The Jing muddies the Wei with its flow, But the shallows are clear. You make merry with your new bride, And think me not worth a thought. Do not go to my dam, Do not stir my fish-trap. I myself cannot be kept — How shall I care for my children after? Where it is deep, I raft or boat it; Where it is shallow, I swim or float it. What we have and what we lack, I toil to provide. When any of the people suffer, I crawl to help them. You cannot love me, But treat me as an enemy. You slight my virtue, Like wares that will not sell. Once we lived in fear and want, And endured together. Now we have children and ease — You rank me with poison. I have laid up good stores, To keep against the winter. You make merry with your new bride, To ward off poverty. With fury and with violence, You heap on me your toil. You do not remember the past — When I first came to you.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

3-11

旄máo丘qiū之zhī葛gé兮xī，何hé诞dàn之zhī节jié兮xī，叔shū兮xī伯bó兮xī，何hé多duō日rì也yě。何hé其qí处chù也yě，必bì有yóu与yú也yě，何hé其qí久jiú也yě，必bì有yóu以yí也yě。狐hú裘qiú蒙méng戎róng，匪fěi车chē不bù东dōng，叔shū兮xī伯bó兮xī，靡mí所suó与yǔ同tóng。琐suǒ兮xī尾wěi兮xī，流liú离lí之zhī子zi，叔shū兮xī伯bó兮xī，褎xiù如rú充chōng耳ěr。

The arrowroot on Mao Hill, How its joints have lengthened! Uncles and elder brothers — Why so many days? How is it you remain here? There must be some reason. How is it you tarry so long? There must be some cause. In fox-fur robes, worn and tangled, The carriages move not to the east. Uncles and elder brothers — You have none to share your lot. Petty and small, You children of the wanderer! Uncles and elder brothers — With ears stuffed you sit.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

3-12

简jiǎn兮xī简jiǎn兮xī，方fāng将jiāng万wàn舞wǔ，日rì之zhī方fāng中zhōng，在zài前qián上shàng处chù，硕shuò人rén俣yú俣yǔ，公gōng庭tíng万wàn舞wǔ。有yǒu力lì如rú虎hǔ，执zhí辔pèi如rú组zǔ，左zuó手shǒu执zhí籥yuè，右yòu手shóu秉bǐng翟dí，赫hè如rú渥wò赭zhě，公gōng言yán锡xī爵jué。山shān有yǒu榛zhēn，隰xí有yǒu苓líng，云yún谁shuí之zhī思sī，西xī方fāng美měi人rén，彼bí美měi人rén兮xī，西xī方fāng之zhī人rén兮xī。

So choice, so choice! Now begins the great dance. The sun is in the midst of heaven, Foremost in the upper place. The great man, tall and grand, Dances in the ducal courtyard. Strong as a tiger, He holds the reins like a riband. His left hand holds the flute, His right hand holds the pheasant-tail. Red as if smeared with ochre — The duke gives him a cup. On the hills are hazels, In the low grounds, the licorice. Of whom do I think? Of the great man of the west. Ah, that great man! That man of the west!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

3-13

毖bì彼bǐ泉quán水shuǐ，亦yì流liú于yú淇qí，有yǒu怀huái于yú衞wèi，靡mí日rì不bù思sī，娈luán彼bǐ诸zhū姬jī，聊liáo与yǔ之zhī谋móu。出chū宿sù于yú泲jǐ，饮yǐn饯jiàn于yú祢mí，女nǘ子zí有yǒu行xíng，远yuǎn父fù母mǔ兄xiōng弟dì，问wèn我wǒ诸zhū姑gū，遂suì及jí伯bó姊zǐ。出chū宿sù于yú干gàn，饮yǐn饯jiàn于yú言yán，载zài脂zhī载zài舝xiá，还hái车chē言yán迈mài，遄chuán臻zhēn于yú衞wèi，不bù瑕xiá有yǒu害hài。我wǒ思sī肥féi泉quán，兹zī之zhī永yǒng叹tàn，思sī须xū与yǔ漕cáo，我wǒ心xīn悠yōu悠yōu，驾jià言yán出chū游yóu，以yí写xié我wǒ忧yōu。

Pellucid the spring waters, Flowing into the Qi. I long for Wei — No day do I not think of it. Lovely are my Ji sisters, I take counsel with them. We lodged at Ji, We drank the parting cup at Mi. A girl, when she goes abroad, Leaves her parents and brothers far. I would ask my aunts, And my elder sisters too. We lodged at Gan, We drank the parting cup at Yan. We grease the axle, we set the linchpin, Turn the carriage and go. Swiftly I would reach Wei — What harm could there be? I think of the Fei spring, And heave a long sigh. Thinking of Xu and of Cao, My heart is endless sad. I harness my horse and ride abroad, To ease my heart of sorrow.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

3-14

出chū自zì北běi门mén，忧yōu心xīn殷yīn殷yīn，终zhōng窭jù且qiě贫pín，莫mò知zhī我wǒ艰jiān，已yǐ焉yān哉zāi，天tiān实shí为wèi之zhī，谓wèi之zhī何hé哉zāi。王wáng事shì适shì我wǒ，政zhèng事shì一yī埤pí益yì我wǒ，我wǒ入rù自zì外wài，室shì人rén交jiāo徧biàn讁zhé我wǒ，已yǐ焉yān哉zāi，天tiān实shí为wèi之zhī，谓wèi之zhī何hé哉zāi。王wáng事shì敦dūn我wǒ，政zhèng事shì一yī埤pí遗yí我wǒ，我wǒ入rù自zì外wài，室shì人rén交jiāo徧biàn摧cuī我wǒ，已yǐ焉yān哉zāi，天tiān实shí为wèi之zhī，谓wèi之zhī何hé哉zāi。

I go out at the north gate, With my heart full of sorrow. Straitened am I and poor, And no one takes knowledge of my distress. So it is! Heaven has done it;— What then shall I say?

Legge · 1879 · public domain

3-15

北běi风fēng其qí凉liáng，雨yú雪xuě其qí雱pāng，惠huì而ér好háo我wǒ，携xié手shǒu同tóng行háng，【韵yùn：雱pāng行xíng】其qí虚xū其qí邪xié，既jì亟jí只zhí且qiě。北běi风fēng其qí喈jiē，雨yú雪xuě其qí霏fēi，惠huì而ér好háo我wǒ，携xié手shǒu同tóng归guī，【韵yùn：霏fēi归guī】其qí虚xū其qí邪xié，既jì亟jí只zhí且qiě。莫mò赤chì匪fěi狐hú，莫mò黑hēi匪fěi乌wū，惠huì而ér好háo我wǒ，携xié手shǒu同tóng车chē，【韵yùn：乌wū车chē】其qí虚xū其qí邪xié，既jì亟jí只zhí且qiě。

Cold blows the north wind, Thick falls the snow. If you love me and are kind, Let us go hand in hand. Slowly, slowly! — The time is urgent, oh! Keen blows the north wind, Fast falls the snow. If you love me and are kind, Let us go home together. Slowly, slowly! — The time is urgent, oh! Nothing red that is not a fox, Nothing black that is not a crow. If you love me and are kind, Let us ride in one carriage. Slowly, slowly! — The time is urgent, oh!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

3-16

静jìng女nǚ其qí姝shū，俟qí我wǒ于yú城chéng隅yú，爱ài而ér不bú见jiàn，搔sāo首shǒu踟chí蹰chú。静jìng女nǚ其qí娈luán，贻yí我wǒ彤tóng管guǎn，彤tóng管guán有yóu炜wěi，说shuō怿yì女nǘ美měi。自zì牧mù归guī荑tí，洵xún美méi且qiě异yì，匪féi女nǚ之zhī为wèi美měi，美měi人rén之zhī贻yí。

The quiet girl is fair, Waiting for me at the corner of the wall. I love her, but cannot see her — I scratch my head, I hesitate. The quiet girl is lovely, She gives me a red tube. The red tube has its glow — I delight in your beauty. From the pasture she brings me the shoots, Truly beautiful and strange. It is not that you are beautiful — It is the gift of my lady.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

3-17

新xīn台tái有yóu泚cǐ，河hé水shuǐ㳽mí㳽mí，燕yàn婉wǎn之zhī求qiú，蘧qú篨chú不bù鲜xiān。新xīn台tái有yóu洒sǎ，河hé水shuí浼méi浼měi，燕yàn婉wǎn之zhī求qiú，蘧qú篨chú不bù殄tiǎn。鱼yú网wǎng之zhī设shè，鸿hóng则zé离lí之zhī，燕yàn婉wǎn之zhī求qiú，得dé此cǐ戚qī施shī。

The new tower stands so bright, The river waters murmur. A mate of gentle grace I sought — This fish-mouth is not what I wished. The new tower stands so tall, The river waters ripple. A mate of gentle grace I sought — This fish-mouth I cannot bear. The net is set for fish, But the goose is caught in it. A mate of gentle grace I sought — And got this hunchback instead.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated