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滚滚长江东逝水， 浪花淘尽英雄。 是非成败转头空， 青山依旧在，几度夕阳红。
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The Great River (rolls on and on) The green hills (stay still) The wine jar
Through the narration of phenomenon in history, the poet intones the eternity of the universe, the finitude of life, the ceaselessness of running rivers and the stillness of green hills
Reflection
The noble sentiment of the poet and his indifference to fame are entrusted in the second verse. Now that “right and wrong, pride and fall turn all at once unreal”, it’s no value caring too much about these meaningless things. Instead we’d better abandon ourselves to nature , embraced by spring and autumn tide. Thus we can enjoy the pleasure brought by life itself. The best way to get off trouble and gain happiness is to get in touch with nature and forget those unpleasant things.
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临江仙
滚滚长江东逝水， 浪花淘尽英雄。 是非成败转头空， 青山依旧在，几度夕 阳红。 白发渔樵江渚上， 惯看秋月春风。 一壶浊酒喜相逢， 古今多少事， 都付笑谈中。
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O so vast, O so mighty, The Great River rolls to sea, Flowers do waves thrash, Heroes do sands smash, When all the dreams drain, Same are lose and gain. Green mountains remain, As sunsets ingrain, Hoary fishers and woodcutters, And some small rafts and calm waters, In autumn moon, in spring winds, By the wine jars, by porcelains, Discuss talk and tale, Only laugh and gale.
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Fishers and woodsmen comb the river isles. White-crowned， they’ve seen enough of spring and autumn tide To make good company over the wine jar， Where many a famed event Provides their merriment.
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On and on the Great River rolls，racing east. Of proud and gallant heroes its white-tops leave no trace. As right and wrong, pride and fall turn all at once unreal. Yet ever the green hills stay To blaze in the west waning day.
All the heroes in the history turned unreal no matter how great the achievements they had made. (irresistible law of nature)
Reflection
白发渔樵江渚上， 惯看秋月春风。 一壶浊酒喜相逢， 古今多少事olls，racing east. Of proud and gallant heroes its white-tops leave no trace. As right and wrong， pride and fall turn all at once unreal. Yet ever the green hills stay To blaze in the west waning day. Fishers and woodsmen comb the river isles. White-crowned， they’ve seen enough of spring and autumn tide To make good company over the wine jar， Where many a famed event Provides their merriment.