《行路难·其一》唐·李白—— 译 / 刘洪波The Hard Journey

Golden goblets hold costly wine,Dishes of jade with food fine.

I push my cup aside, lay my chopsticks down,I draw my sword and blankly look around.

I’d cross the Yellow River, ice blocks its flow,I’d climb Mount Taihang, it’s covered with snow.

A sage once fished by a green stream,Another sailed near the sun in a dream.

Hard the path, hard the road,So many forks, which way to go?

Strong winds will bear me through the tide,I hoist cloud-sails across the ocean wide.