插圖來(lái)自網(wǎng)絡(luò) The Hills See Thin Clouds Pass —To the Tune of The Court Full of Fragrance By QIN Guan Tr. ZHAO Yanchun The hills see thin clouds pass; The sky borders sear grass. O'er Town Gate conk sound on and off does go. I now stop the canoe; To each other we toast adieu. How many rosy hours bewitch you? As in vain I gaze, All around it is haze. West of afterglow Myriads of crows crow Round the village a stream does flow. My rues go with my sweet romance; I drop my sac in trance, A sign of whimsy prance. The Rose Tower fame I have gained in vain, vainly won; When can we meet now from you I'm gone? My lappet and sleeves, A sign of how she grieves. With a saddened frown, A gaze on the high town Finds all lamplights in dusk drown. 譯者簡(jiǎn)介： ZHAO Yanchun, Professor of English at Shanghai University, Director of Center for Translation of Chinese Culture, Editor of Translating China, President of International Sinology and Education, President of Chinese Culture Translation and International Promotion, Executive President of Chinese Classics Bilinguals’ Association, Vice President of China Language Education Association, a proponent of the principle of translating poesies into poesies and classics into classics. His translations have been widely reported and acclaimed as the unprecedented Chinese-English translation, the best, the choice, the cream.
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