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我还以为陶渊明穿越到唐代了呢，yy 乐府 李白 蜀道难 噫吁戏， 危乎高哉！蜀道之难难于上青天！蚕丛及鱼凫， 开国何茫然。尔来四万八千岁， 始与秦塞通人烟。西当太白有鸟道， 可以横绝峨眉巅。地崩山摧壮士死， 然后天梯石栈方钩连。上有六龙回日之高标， 下有冲波逆折之回川。黄鹤之飞尚不得， 猿猱欲度愁攀援。青泥何盘盘， 百步九折萦岩峦，扪参历井仰胁息， 以手抚膺坐长叹。问君西游何时还？ 畏途巉岩不可攀。但见悲鸟号古木， 雄飞雌从绕林间；又闻子规啼， 夜月愁空山。蜀道之难难于上青天！使人听此凋朱颜。连峰去天不盈尺， 枯松倒挂倚绝壁。飞湍瀑流争喧豗， 砯崖转石万壑雷。其险也如此！ 嗟尔远道之人，胡为乎来哉？ 剑阁峥嵘而崔嵬，一夫当关， 万夫莫开；所守或匪亲， 化为狼与豺，朝避猛虎， 夕避长蛇，磨牙吮血， 杀人如麻。锦城虽云乐， 不如早还家。蜀道之难难于上青天， 侧身西望常咨嗟。 Folk-song-styled-verse Li Bai HARD ROADS IN SHU Oh, but it is high and very dangerous!Such travelling is harder than scaling the blue sky....Until two rulers of this regionPushed their way through in the misty ages,Forty-eight thousand years had passedWith nobody arriving across the Qin border.And the Great White Mountain, westward, still has only a bird's pathUp to the summit of Emei Peak --Which was broken once by an earthquake and there were brave men lost,Just finishing the stone rungs of their ladder toward heaven....High, as on a tall flag, six dragons drive the sun,While the river, far below, lashes its twisted course.Such height would be hard going for even a yellow crane,So pity the poor monkeys who have only paws to use.The Mountain of Green Clay is formed of many circles-Each hundred steps, we have to turn nine turns among its mound --Panting, we brush Orion and pass the Well Star,Then, holding our chests with our hands and sinking to the ground with a groan,We wonder if this westward trail will never have an end.The formidable path ahead grows darker, darker still,With nothing heard but the call of birds hemmed in by the ancient forest,Male birds smoothly wheeling, following the females;And there come to us the melancholy voices of the cuckoosOut on the empty mountain, under the lonely moon....Such travelling is harder than scaling the blue sky.Even to hear of it turns the cheek pale,With the highest crag barely a foot below heaven.Dry pines hang, head down, from the face of the cliffs,And a thousand plunging cataracts outroar one anotherAnd send through ten thousand valleys a thunder of spinning stones.With all this danger upon danger,Why do people come here who live at a safe distance?...Though Dagger-Tower Pass be firm and grim,And while one man guards itTen thousand cannot force it,What if he be not loyal,But a wolf toward his fellows?...There are ravenous tigers to fear in the dayAnd venomous reptiles in the nightWith their teeth and their fangs readyTo cut people down like hemp.Though the City of Silk be delectable, I would rather turn home quickly.Such travelling is harder than scaling the blue sky....But I still face westward with a dreary moan.

【蜀道难】The Sichuan Road噫吁希，危乎高哉！蜀道之难，难于上青天。蚕丛及鱼凫，开国何茫然。尔来四万八千岁，不与秦塞通人烟。西当太白有鸟道。可以横绝峨眉颠。地崩山摧壮士死，然后天梯石栈相钩连。上有六龙回日之高标，下有冲波逆折之回川。黄鹤之飞尚不得过，猿蹂欲度愁攀援。青泥何盘盘，百步九折萦岩峦。扪参历井仰胁息，以手抚膺坐长叹。问君西游何时还，畏途巉岩不可攀。但见悲鸟号古木，雄飞雌从绕林间。又闻子规啼夜月，愁空山。蜀道之难，难于上青天，使人听此凋朱颜。连峰去天不盈尺，枯松倒挂倚绝壁。飞湍瀑流争喧逐，冰涯转石万壑雷。其险也如此，嗟尔远道之人胡为乎来哉！剑阁峥嵘而崔嵬，一夫当关，万夫莫开。所守或匪亲，化为狼与豺。朝避猛虎，夕避长蛇，磨牙吮血，杀人如麻。锦城虽云乐，不如早还家。蜀道之难，难于上青天，侧身西望长咨嗟！ What heights! It is easier to climb Heaven Than take the Sichaun Road. Long ago Can Cong and Yu Fu founded the kingdom of Shu; Forty-eight thousand years went by, Yet no road linked it with the land of Qin. Weshward from Taibai Mountain only birds Wander to the summit of Mount Emei But not until brave men had perished in the great landslide Were bridges hooked together in the air And a path hacked through the rocks. Above, high peaks turn back the sun's chariot drawn by six dragons; Below, the charging waves are caught in whirlpools; Not even yellow cranes dare fly this way, Monkeys cannot leap those gorges. At Green Mud Ridge the path winds back and forh, With nine twists for every hundred steps. Touching the stars, the traveller looks up and gasps, Then sinks down , clutching his heart ,to groan aloud. Friend, when will you return from this westward journey? This is a fearful way. You cannot cross these cliffs. The only living things are birds crying in ancient trees, Male wooing female up and down the woods, And the cuckoo, weary of empty hills, Singing to the moon. It is easier to climb to heaven Than take the Sichuan Road. The mere telling of its perils blanches youthful cheeks. Peak follows peak, each but a hand's breadth from the sky; Dead pine trees hang head down into the chasms, Torrents and waterfalls outroar over rocks, Booming like thunder through a thousand caverns. What takes you, traveller, this long, weary way So filled with danger? Sword Pass is steep and narrow, One man could hold this pass against ten thousand; And sometimes its defenders Are not mortal men but wolves and jackals. By day we dread the savage tiger ,by night the serpent, Sharp-fanged sucker of blood Who chops men down like stalks of hemp. The City of Brocade may be a pleasant place, But it is best to seek you home. For it is easier to climb to heaven Than take the Sichuan Road. I gaze into the west, and sigh.

对不起，《蜀道难》是李白的

This short poem has been composed by Alfred Tennyson. It is an expression of his personal grief. But it is more than an individual cry of pain and despair. He has presented as a universal characteristic of our world. He has drawn a picture of permanent and lasting images in contrast with temporariness of human life. tennyson It clearly shows that man passes away so quickly but the scene of nature remains the same. In this poem the poet mourns the death of a dear friend who will never come back. He depicts the picture of sea and its waves constantly striking against cold gray stones. He also draws the image of fisher man’s boy singing in his boat or at play with his sister and the grand ships coming to the harbour. He believes that these images are more abiding than the Life of a man.The poet thinks that these things remain unchanged. The world continues to be busy and beautiful, but the happy moments of one’s life never stay. Human life changes from childhood to youth, then to old age and finally embraces death. As man grows old the sweet memories of his life become a part of the vanished past. Thus, between past and present man suffers and complains.The poet is missing his lost friend while standing on the sea bank. He expresses his sorrow that he will never feel the soft touch of that hand and will never hear that voice again. On the fact, the poem looks sad and depressing. But the grief is set against things which are permanent.还可以参考以下网站