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Lesson 1 Basic Knowledge
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Lesson 5 Eating And Health
Lesson 6 Shopping
Lesson 7 Travel
Lesson 8 Family And Friend
Lesson 9 Entertainment And Sport
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[
qín
秦
lóu
楼
]
]
To the Tune of Guo Qin Lou
shuǐ
水
yù
浴
qīng
清
chán
蟾
,
,
yè
叶
xuān
喧
liáng
凉
chuī
吹
,
,
xiàng
巷
mò
陌
mǎ
马
shēng
声
chū
初
duàn
断
.
.
xián
闲
yī
依
lù
露
jǐng
井
,
,
xiào
笑
pū
扑
líu
流
yíng
萤
,
,
rě
惹
pò
破
huà
画
luō
罗
qīng
轻
shàn
扇
.
.
rén
人
jìng
静
yè
夜
jǐu
久
píng
凭
lán
阑
,
,
chóu
愁
bù
不
guī
归
mián
眠
,
,
lì
立
cán
残
gèng
更
jiàn
箭
.
.
tàn
叹
nián
年
huá
华
yī
一
shùn
瞬
,
,
rén
人
jīn
今
qiān
千
lǐ
里
,
,
mèng
梦
chén
沉
shū
书
yuǎn
远
.
.
kōng
空
jiàn
见
shuō
说
,
,
bìn
鬓
qiè
怯
qióng
琼
shū
梳
,
,
róng
容
xiāo
消
jīn
金
jìng
镜
,
,
jiàn
渐
lǎn
懒
chèn
趁
shí
时
yún
匀
rǎn
染
.
.
méi
梅
fēng
风
dè
地
rù
溽
,
,
hóng
虹
yǔ
雨
tái
苔
zī
滋
,
,
yī
一
jià
架
wǔ
舞
hóng
红
dōu
都
biàn
变
.
.
shuí
谁
xìn
信
wú
无
liáo
聊
wèi
为
yī
伊
,
,
cái
才
jiǎn
减
jiāng
江
yān
淹
,
,
qíng
情
shàng
上
xún
荀
qiàn
倩
.
.
dàn
但
míng
明
hé
河
yǐng
影
xià
下
,
,
hái
还
kàn
看
xī
稀
xīng
星
shǔ
数
diǎn
点
.
.
The moon was clear and bright after a bath,
Leaves rustled in the cool wind,
Hoofbeats faded in the lanes and streets.
Leisurely I leant against the well raining,
Watching her swatting merrily at fireflies,
Till eventually her silk gauze fan became torn.
Alas, a year has elapsed in a flash!
In the quiet night , long I've leant on the rail,
So depressed that I cannot sleep,
Lingering in the nostalgia of small hours.
We are severed so far apart now,
I no longer conjure her in my dreams nor do I receive her word .
I seem to see, her hair shaggy and unkempt,
Her face haggard in a bronze mirror,
She's grown too slothful to apply rouge and powder;
The ground is damp in the wet monsoon,
And after rainfall moss grows everywhere,
A bleak scene with red petals blown adrift.
Who knows that I'm brought so low over her,
Like the scholar whose literary grace is exhausted,
Like the man deeply mourning his dead wife?
All I can do is to gaze at teh stars sparse above
Twinkling faintly beside the dull Milky Way.
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