杜甫英语ppt

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night(春夜喜雨） Dù Fǔ（杜甫）A good rain knows its proper time;（好雨知时节）It waits until the Spring to fall.（当春乃发生）It drifts in on the wind, steals in by night,（随风潜入夜）Its fine drops drench, yet make no sound at all.（润物细无声）The paths between the fields are cloaked with clouds（野径云俱黑）A river-skiff’s lone light still burns.（江船火独明）Come dawn, we’ll see splashes of wet red （晓看红湿处）The flowers in Chengdu, weighed down with rain （花重锦官城）

Huang Li-ming of the two Cui Liu, Egret and his party on the sky. Xiling Snow to come with a window, Gate Park Wan-li Wu ship

Happy Rain on A Spring NightDu FuGood rain knows its time right;It will fall when comes spring.With wind it steals in night;Mute, it moistens each thing.O'er wild lanes dark cloud spreads;In boat a lantern looms.Dawn sees saturated reds;The town's heavy with blooms.

杜甫 绝句 两个黄鹂鸣翠柳， 一行白鹭上青天。 窗含西岭千秋雪， 门泊东吴万里船。Du Fu quatrains Huang Li-ming of the two Cui Liu, Egret and his party on the sky. Xiling Snow to come with a window, Gate Park Wan-li Wu ship.

Du Fu born 712, Xiangyang, China died 770, Hunan Chinese poet, often considered the greatest of all time. After a traditional Confucian education, he failed the important civil service examinations and consequently spent much of his life wandering, repeatedly attempting to gain court positions, with mixed success. His early poetry, which celebrates the natural world and bemoans the passage of time, garnered him renown. He suffered periods of extreme personal hardship, and as he matured his verse began to express profound compassion for humanity. An expert in all the poetic genres of his day, he is renowned for his superb classicism and skill in prosody, though many of the subtleties of his art do not survive translation.I Pass the Night at General Headquarters A clear night in harvest time. In courtyard at headquarters The wu-tung trees grow cold. In the city by the river I wake alone by a guttering Candle. All night long bugle Calls disturb my thoughts. The splendor Who bothers to look at it? Whirlwinds of dust, I cannot write. The frontier pass is unguarded. It is dangerous to travel. Ten years wandering, sick at heart. I perch here like a bird on a Twig, thankful for a moment’s peace. Homecoming---Late at Night Nightfall. I return from a Journey along the Tigers’ Trail. The mountains are black. Everybody is at home Asleep. The Great Bear descends To the river. Overhead The stars are huge in the sky. When I light the lamps at my Door, a frightened gibbon cries Out in the ravine. I hear The whitehaired watchman on his Round calling out the hour. Stick in hand, he keeps Guard and all is safe. Stars and Moon on the River The autumn night is clear After the thunderstorm. Venus glows on the river. The Milky Way is white as snow. The dark sky is vast and deep. The Northern Crown sets in the dusk. The moon like a clear mirror Rises form the great void. When it Has climbed high in the sky, moonlit Frost glitters on the chrysanthemums. Brimming Water Under my feet the moon Glides along the river. Near midnight, a gusty lantern Shines in the heart of night. Along the sandbars flocks Of white egrets roost, Each one clenched like a fist. In the wake of my barge The fish leap, cut the water, And dive and splash.

A QuatrainDu Fu( Tang )A pair of golden orioles twitter in the greenish willow,A line of white herons flutter on their blue-bound way.The window frames the western mountain's thousand-year snow,By the door moor ships from Eastern Wu ten thousand li away.