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The Surging Yangtze River Rolls East
The surging Yangtze River rolls endlessly to the east, its billowing waves washing away all heroes of old. Right and wrong, triumph and defeat, turn to void in the blink of an eye. Green mountains remain unchanged as ever; how many crimson sunsets have they seen? White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river shoals are accustomed to watching autumn moons and spring breezes. Over a flagon of cloudy wine, we rejoice in reunion: how many deeds of past and present dissolve into cheerful laughter!
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Classical Poetry
Orthodox classical Chinese poetry spanning archaic ballads to Tang regulated verse.4 works- Chant of the LimeExtracted from deep mountains after a thousand hammer blows and chisels, roaring blazing fires are treated as nothing unusual. Unafraid even of having body shattered and bones ground to powder, resolved only to leave pure unblemished integrity to the mortal world.
- Poem Inscribed on Ink GrapesHalf a life of destitution has turned me into an old man, standing alone in my study whistling to the evening gale. The luminous pearls beneath my brush find nowhere to sell, casually tossed and scattered among wild tangled vines.
- West Lake Bamboo Branch LyricsOutside the gate peddling flowers, market clamor bustles; fully opened in the spring breeze is the very first blossom. Where willow boughs drape delicate as fine silk threads, two or three cottages dwell deep in the emerald waters.
- Song to Awaken the World · Red Dust and White WavesRed dust and white waves both stretch boundless; patience and gentleness are the miraculous remedy. Adapt everywhere to unfolding conditions as years advance, spending one's lifetime content in duty. Never blind your own mind's field; never broadcast others' shortcomings. A century of riches cannot be guarded forever; wandering the six realms brings easy peril.
Ci Lyrics
Pinnacle of lyric verse and musical poetry spanning delicate grace and heroic grandeur.2 works- The Surging Yangtze River Rolls EastThe surging Yangtze River rolls endlessly to the east, its billowing waves washing away all heroes of old. Right and wrong, triumph and defeat, turn to void in the blink of an eye. Green mountains remain unchanged as ever; how many crimson sunsets have they seen? White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river shoals are accustomed to watching autumn moons and spring breezes. Over a flagon of cloudy wine, we rejoice in reunion: how many deeds of past and present dissolve into cheerful laughter!
- Jinming Chi · Chanting the Winter WillowMelancholy winter tides, unfeeling twilight glow, by the bleak southern shoreline. The freezing blast bends frosted willow boughs; how fleeting is mortal life across boundless heaven and earth?
Sanqu & Drama
Sanqu lyric suites, Yuan Zaju poetic dramas, and Ming-Qing Kunqu masterworks.1 worksClassical Prose
Authoritative classical prose from Pre-Qin philosophers to Tang-Song prose masters.20 works- Preface Presenting to Student Ma of DongyangIn youth I was passionately devoted to learning. Born poor with no means to buy books, I borrowed from book collectors, copying texts by hand and returning them punctually. In bitter freezing cold when inkwells froze solid and fingers could not bend, I never slackened in my toil.
- Discourse on Deep ForesightContemplating victory over others is inferior to mastering oneself; guarding against external perils is inferior to preventing internal discord. The disasters of the realm never fail to arise from the most minute neglected origins before culminating in monumental collapse.
- Epitaph for a Dead TravelerAlas, what profound grief! Who was this man? From whence did he journey?... You and I are the same: I know not whence you came, nor do you know why I halt here. We are both merely travelers wandering between Heaven and Earth!
- Instructions for Practical Living: Wildflowers in the CragsBefore you look upon this flower, this flower and your heart return together to stillness. When you come to look upon this flower, its vibrant colors instantly illuminate. Thus you know this flower exists not outside your mind.
- Record of the Xiangji StudioIn the courtyard stands a loquat tree, planted by my late wife's hand in the year of her death; today it has grown tall and graceful, spreading like a lush canopy.
- Biographical Sketch of My Late MotherMy late mother Lady Zhou was born on the eleventh day of the second month in the first year of Hongzhi... She was frugal and benevolent, disciplined in running the household, caring for all children alike.
- Reply to Master LiuAt dusk the high official returns from court; the supplicant is ushered in, crawling on hands and knees beneath the stairs, looking up at the official who casually coughs and spits. The visitor beams in joy, as if receiving a supreme treasure.
- Record of a Tour to ManjingOnly then did I realize that outside the suburbs spring had never been absent, though city dwellers were unaware of it. To not neglect duty through excursions, while wandering carefree among mountains, rocks, and trees—such is the joy of this humble official.
- Record of an Evening Tour on Six Bridges Awaiting the MoonWest Lake is at its most splendid in spring and under the moon; in a single day, at morning mist and evening mountain haze. This year spring snow was heavy and plum blossoms were held back by cold, blooming together with apricot and peach in an extraordinary spectacle.
- Preface to the Poetry of XiaoxiuExpressing one's innate spirit and authentic sensibility, unconstrained by rigid stylistic molds; refusing to put brush to paper unless flowing straight from one's own heart. When emotion meets circumstance, a thousand words flow in an instant like waters rushing east, captivating the soul.
- Record of a Tour to the Peach Blossom SpringThe mountain landscape was extraordinary and sublime, with winding streams and dense groves. Stepping into the cavern, it suddenly opened into bright expanse, as if Master Tao's idyllic haven still dwelt in the mortal world.
- Discourse on the Summer InsectThe summer insect knows not of winter ice, not because ice does not exist, but because its season dictates so. Recognizing the finite bounds of circumstances, one learns never to constrain the breadth of the mind.
- Record of Wushigang RidgeThe stones were jet black, ancient, rugged, and precipitous. Climbing to the summit and overlooking the great river, sails and masts appeared and vanished amid misty hazes as if wandering inside a painted scroll.
- Watching Snow at the Mid-Lake PavilionMist and frost coalesced into boundless haze; sky, clouds, hills, and waters were pure white above and below. Shadows on the lake were merely one line of long dike, one dot of Mid-Lake Pavilion, one blade of grass for my skiff, and two or three mustard seeds for the passengers aboard.
- West Lake on the Fifteenth of the Seventh MonthOn West Lake during the Mid-Seventh Month, there is nothing worth seeing except the crowds who come to look. Viewing these crowds, one classifies them into five types... When moonlight turned pale and the east showed white, the guests finally dispersed.
- Liu Jingting the StorytellerPockmarked Liu of Nanjing had dark swarthy skin, a face scarred with pockmarks, and an eccentric rough bearing—the so-called 'First Scholar of Storytelling.' Whenever he reached a dramatic climax, he struck the desk once: sudden silence broke into thunderous tumult, as if lightning split the room.
- Preface to The Peony PavilionLove is of such nature that one knows not whence it arose, yet it deepens ever further. The living can die for it, and the dead can be revived through it. If the living cannot die for it and the dead cannot come back to life, it is not the supreme height of true love.
- Record of the White Swallows in the Mountain AbodeTwo white swallows, their pure plumage immaculate as jade, flew together and nested upon the rafters. In the quiet solitude of the mountains, finding companion in these rare birds was full of warm affection, like greeting cherished old friends.
- Letter in Reply to Li YuanshanYuan Hongdao writes: As for my character, I know myself best. In life I harbor no grand ambition, delighting only in roaming mountains and streams, reading books, and playing with brush and ink to satisfy my soul. How could worldly shackles ever bind me!
- Preface to the Compendium of Materia MedicaUsing major divisions as Outline and individual entries as Detail, I hope to make pharmacological knowledge shine clearly as the stars.
Classical Fiction
Narrative masterworks from Six Dynasties strange tales to epic Ming-Qing novels.4 works- Stories to Awaken the World · Du Shiniang Sinks the Jewel Box in AngerTrapped in the bitter sea of brothels, I met you, hoping to grow old together. Little did I expect you would be seduced by slander, selling me for a thousand pieces of silver. I possessed a jewel casket worth ten thousand gold; now I plunge it into the river, never to leave a penny to a treacherous heart! Speaking thus, she leapt into the river and died.
- New Tales for the Trimmed Lamp · The Peony LanternOn Lantern night a maid holding a double-headed peony lantern led the way, as the ghost maiden Fu Liqing wed Scholar Qiao. When the Taoist broke open the coffin, he found Qiao embracing a skeleton in eternal slumber—a legend celebrated across East Asia.
- Stories to Caution the World · Yu Boya Smashes the Zither for His SoulmateShattering the jasper zither, phoenix tail grows cold; with Ziqi gone, for whom should I play? Smiling faces abound in spring breeze, yet finding a true soulmate is hard beyond hard. Boya smashed his zither before Ziqi's grave and severed its strings, never playing zither again for the rest of his life.
- Slapping the Table in Amazement · The Fortunate Merchant and the Dongting Red OrangesThe unlucky merchant Wen Ruoxu spent a single silver tael on Dongting red oranges to sail overseas, selling them in the Kingdom of Jili for a thousand ounces of silver; on a deserted island he picked up a giant turtle shell, selling it to Persian merchants for fifty thousand taels—a miraculous reversal of fortune that amazed the world.
Fables & Lore
Philosophical fables, historical allusion narratives, and primordial mythology.2 worksLiterary Criticism
Classical literary aesthetics, treatises on poetic craft, and critical commentaries.1 worksSayings & Idioms
Living Chinese linguistic heritage comprising idioms, proverbs, aphorisms, and couplets.8 works- Unity of Knowledge and ActionWang Yangming's teaching that knowing and doing are inseparable; true knowledge shows itself in action.
- Wielding Broad AxesActing boldly and decisively, sweeping aside obstacles with great resolve.
- Tearing Down the Bridge After CrossingAbandoning those who helped you once you have got what you wanted.
- A Thousand Pieces All AlikeMany works or things following one pattern; monotonous and lacking variety.
- A Sudden Surge of the HeartA sudden impulse or whim that springs to mind.
- Hanging Lanterns and FestoonsLanterns hung and silk festoons tied; describes the lively, joyful decorations of a festival or celebration.
- Neither Servile nor ArrogantNeither humble nor haughty; poised and appropriately dignified in manner.
- Clinging to the Last BreathBarely hanging on to life; struggling to survive a little longer.