Li Bai's Eight Ancient Styles
February and March in Xianyang.
The golden branches of palace willow.
Whose family is the one with the green bow?
Selling beads is frivolous.
Return drunk at sunset.
The white horse gallops proudly.
The spirit is admired by people.
It’s time to travel.
Ziyun is ignorant.
In the evening, I presented Chang Yang’s words.
Fu Da is old.
The grass is mysterious and silky.
Touge Liang is a pity.
But this generation sneers.
Nine Ancient Styles
Li Bai Nine Ancient Styles
Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies.
Hu Die is Zhuang Zhou.
Integrated change.
All the best to you.
I know Penglai water.
Reproduce Qing Qian Liu.
Qingmen melon growers.
The old Dongling Marquis.
That’s why we are rich.
What does Yingying want?
The Seven Ancient Styles
Li Bai The Seven Ancient Styles
Five cranes come from the northwest, flying towards Taiqing.
The immortal is on the green cloud, and he has the name of peace.
Two white jade boys, two playing purple luan sheng.
The shadow disappears suddenly, and the wind returns and brings the sound of the sky.
I want to ask, but I feel like a shooting star.
I wish to eat golden grass and live as long as the sky.
Translation and annotations
Five cranes circled and soared from the northwest sky.
The immortal riding a crane on the green cloud announced his family name: I am An Qisheng.
Four little children, as beautiful as white jade, both played purple Luansheng.
Suddenly the immortal disappeared, leaving only the whirling wind leaving the slightest sound of nature.
I wanted to ask a few more questions, but they were like shooting stars, disappearing without a trace.
I really want to get the fairy grass elixir, so that man and nature will age together.
Appreciation
This poem is the seventh in the series "Fifty-nine Ancient Style Poems". The poem expresses the poet's admiration for gods, which reflects his dissatisfaction with real life. The first eight sentences describe the immortal An Qisheng flying across space on a crane, speaking loudly, and saying his name. And there are two children with faces as white as jade playing the sheng. The immortal left, his form and shadow disappeared, and the lingering sound of the immortal music drifted into space with the wind. This kind of fairy life is very romantic and unrestrained. The last four sentences describe the poet's admiration for immortals and his wish to eat immortal grass and live forever.
The Fourteenth Ancient Style
Li Bai The Fourteenth Ancient Style
Hu Guanrao is windy and sandy. The desolation lasted forever. The trees fall and the grass turns yellow in autumn. Climb high and look at the soldiers. A deserted city and an empty desert. The border towns are all blocked. White bones and thousands of frost. The high mountains cover the haze. May I ask who is torturing? The genius is poisonous and powerful. He is angry with me, the Holy Emperor. The teacher is busy working on the drums. Yanghe becomes murderous. Make a fuss about the middle earth. Three hundred and sixty thousand people. Tears of sorrow like rain. If you feel sad, then go to war. Ande Camp Farm. Zheng garrison was nowhere to be seen. Little did he know that Guanshan was bitter. Li Mu is not here today. The people on the border feed jackals and tigers.
Appreciation
"The Fourteenth Ancient Style" is a poem written by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, from Volume 161 of the Complete Tang Poetry.
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