The Pursuit in Darkness: Research on Liushe

Author: Xu Junya / Country: Mainland China
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Publish Date: 2006-06-01
Features:
Subversive Rhyme Dedicated to Liang Ren Gong (Liang Qichao)
The Wind Carries the Song of Lin Chi Xian
The Empty Air Remembers the Han Emperors
Dust and Snakes Scramble Across the Earth
The Tragic History of Ye Shan’s Wilds
Tears Mix with Ink Like Lead
Recalling the Autumn of the Wuxu Year,
The South Sea entered the court to restore order;
He Changed the Tune and Strung the Temple Zither,
The Sage Sat on the Side, Relying on His Inner Circle.
Sichuan’s Brightness and Qin’s Fury Are Reborn,
Why Not Give the Great Sword to Them?
All Disciples Are Heroes,
The Day of Ji and Gong Are Together.
Good Friends United Bring about Revival,
The People’s Joy and Rights Are Given;
But Who Knows That Heaven Does Not Repent of Its Misfortune,
The Torrent Suddenly Shakes the Midstream Pillar.
Picking the Yellow Melon from the Yellow Terrace,
Falcons and Hawks Destroy My Home!
Seeking the Way in Haste, the Imperial Edict is Worn,
The Fishing Party’s Silver Chains Are Given to the Six Principles.
The Court’s Yao and Shun Are Hidden Behind the Curtain,
Mistakenly Summoning the Yellow Scarves to Join Hands;
The Seven States’ Flags Knock at the Gate,
The Western Tour of Yao’s Waters Is Over.
Spending the Country’s Gold and Silk to Save the Day,
The Court Is Like the Southern Song;
Who Held the State’s Rudder Then?
The Crime of Eating the Meat of the Three Officials Is Indebted.
Since the Return of the Imperial Carriage, the Situation Has Changed,
Slowly Renewing the Needle’s Direction;
The Minister of Agriculture Looks Up at the Roof,
Seeing the Enemy Again in a Poor Land.
Ten Sheep, Nine Shepherds, Many Gates of Governance,
How to Save the World from Falling into?
The Exiled Officials Scattered East and West,
The Dead Ash Is Rekindled by Heaven.
Can the National Soul Be Continued for Long?
Who Will Boil Glue for the Phoenix’s Beak?
In Recent Years, the Heir to the Throne Has Been Established,
‘The Old Man Who Lies Down and Meets All the World Is Happy.
The Prince Regent Rules Like the Duke of Zhou,
Rectifying the Mountains and Rivers and the Inside and Outside;
All Wastes Must Be Raised and Talents Are Needed,
Looking Around, the Court Is Tired of Yes and No.
I Have Heard of the Golden Rooster Discussing Amnesty,
The Old Sword Is Sought and Will Be Carried Out From Here.
Mr. Xinhui, a Disciple of the South Sea, Has Searched the World for Fine Landscapes.
For Three Years, He Climbed the Dragon and Cried at Donghu Lake,
Waiting for the Hidden in Pili;
The South Sea Writes Books and Is Still Healthy,
The Teacher and Student Will Be Restored Soon.
There Are Many Talented People in East Asia,
How Can They Be Cut Down Like Ji Zi?
When the Sleeping Lion Awakens, It Roars on the Ground,
Tigers and Leopards Lie Like Dogs and Pigs.
As the Saying Goes, a Good Doctor Meets Bian Que,
Even the Suffering Can Be Cured;
The Nine-Way Peng Awaits the Good Wind,
A Tremendous Undertaking Begins Today.
Alas, I Am Unlucky to Be Exiled to the Wilderness,
My Corpse Is Dead While Living;
The Suffering of the Netherworld Is Known,
What Is the Point of Pleading with the King?
I Alone Pity the Hearts of the Benevolent and the Righteous,
Without Discrimination;
Ashamed to Be Descendants of Xu and Xu,
Even Xi Shi Is Not Beautiful Without Purity.
The White Poplar Before My Study,
I Pour Wine and Sing in Sorrow;
My Family’s Reputation in Longxi Has Fallen,
It Is Difficult to Wash the Shame with the East Sea.
Looking Up at the High Birds, I Think of Flying,
But My Feathers Are Not Yet Full;
How Can the Giant Spirit Extend His Long Arm,
And Pull Me Out of the Dust?
The Crow’s Head Turns White Without End,
My Hair Is Numerous, and the Horse’s Teeth Are Growing.
I Have Heard That the High Carriage Will Pass By,
The Clouds of Pengla Are Coming East in Purple.
The Pair of Ducks’ Shoes Have Not Yet Reached the Sky,
They Play in the Ten States, Picking Fragrant Herbs.
Someone Will Decorate the Seven Treasures,
I Alone Will Continue the Poem History;
In the Future, Du’s Collection Will Be Added to Yan’s Poetry,
Knowing That the Odd Person Escaped from Weilu.
Subversive Rhyme to Respond to Liang Qichao’s Six Poems of Remembrance in Late Years
Lin Chi Xian
How Many of You Entrust Your Fate to the Profound,
Pine and Cypress Remain Unchanged by Frost;
The Extreme Is Exhausted, East Sea Is Empty,
Returning to the North Star, the Heart Is Uplifted.
Spring Returns to the Three Immortals, Three Green,
Smoke Rises from Qizhou, Nine Points Green;
Heaven’s Will Follows the New Year,
The Phoenix Should Not Wander Long.
The Mother of the Duke of Mu and the Mother of the Queen Are Immortal,
Looking West at the Jade Pool, the Season Has Changed;
The New Moon Rises in the Ancient Fortress,
The Setting Sun Is Dim, and People Mourn at the Spring.
When Will the Ascendants Return to the Upper Realm?
The World Below Is Urgent as Years Pass.
Who Remembers the Long Exile of the Jupiter Star,
Listening to the Heavenly Music Every Night in Dreams.
The Red String of the Temple Changes the Old Tune,
Many Celebrate the Joy of the Ten Years;
The Abandoned Wife’s Mirror Is Sad,
The Newlyweds Learn to Make Soup for Three Days.
Everyone Says Zang Sun Knows Liu Xia,
But I Have Never Heard Wei Qian Recommend Chen Ping;
He Is More Precious Than the Golden Hat of Seven Generations,
Riding a Horse and Whipping in the Forbidden City.
The People’s Hearts Are Like Grass, Blowing with the Wind,
All Hope for the Red Sky to Shine Again;
Benevolent Governance Requires Skill,
What Use Is a Masked Peace?
The Cold Freezes the Sparrows on the Mountain Top,
The Famine Cries the Swans by the Marsh;
How Can a Talent Be Summoned to the Hall,
Frequent Reporting of Droughts and Famine to the Palace.
The Great Heart of the Generation Is in a Short Song,
Missing People and Looking Far, How Can It Be?
At the Luohua Meeting, There Is a Connection,
In the Broad Willow Car, Tears Are Many.
Can the Purple Mist Be Buried Underground?
Must We Together Pull the Milky Way to the Sky?
Seeing the Old Mountains and Cranes Late,
It’s Spring Again, and the Green Willow Is Green.
Without Listening to the Fairy Flute of the Fairy Palace,
I Have Also Left Half of My Life in the Imperial Capital;
The Earth Cracks in the Southeast, with Sympathetic Tears,
How Many Poems Are Written with the Wind and Moon.
Falling into the Mud, Flowers Have No Day of Liberation,
The Scared Birds Have a Time to Fly;
At the Separation of Clear and Dirty,
Who Will Tell This Sorrow for a Thousand Years!
Dedicated to Liang Qichao and Lin Chi Xian
The Smoke and Clouds Under My Feet Are the Great Universe,
Coming South, I Make a Wind Tour;
My Name Is Inscribed on the Stone Before the Gate,
My Children Are Boats on the Sea of Pengla.
The World Is Indifferent, the Broken Reeds Fluctuate,
The River Is Full of Sorrow, the Golden Basin Is Missing;
A Cup of Wine Discusses Human Affairs,
Still Happy That Heroes Are Not White.
Nian Nu Jiao (Responding to Liang Qichao’s Farewell Rhyme)
Lin Chi Xian
The Solitary Sail Has Left,
Hating the Flute Sound Blown to.
Silk Rain on the River,
Spring Is Over, the Road by the Fine Waist Palace,
The withered Peach Has No Words.
Swallows Fly, Nests Are Swept,
How Can They Mend the Mud?
Looking Back, the Parting Feeling Should Circle the Trees.
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