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A Bridge To Cultural Heritage
Mastering Chinese builds disciplined thinking and opens doors to one of the world's oldest cultures. Proficiency in Chinese is a critical academic asset and a strategic skill for the future. Mastering Chinese well becomes a bridge to rich cultural heritage and vast future opportunities. At Beacon Learners, we see Chinese as a dual advantage: a key to academic excellence and a living connection to a profound cultural legacy. We teach the language as a skill for life. Here are some of the classic Chinese poems with English translation.
Plum Blossom (The Classic)
Wang Anshi (Song)
墙角数枝梅,凌寒独自开。
遥知不是雪,为有暗香来。
In the corner of the wall, a few plum branches bloom,
Bravely opening alone in the biting cold.
From afar, I know they are not snow—
For a faint fragrance quietly drifts through.
Quiet Night Thoughts
Li Bai (Tang)
床前明月光,疑是地上霜。
举头望明月,低头思故乡。
Before my bed, the moonlight glows,
I wonder if it's frost upon the ground.
I lift my head to watch the moon,
Then lower it, thinking of my hometown.
Deer Enclosure
Wang Wei (Tang)
空山不见人,但闻人语响。
返景入深林,复照青苔上。
In these empty hills, no one is seen,
Only echoes of voices are heard.
Returning sunlight pierces the deep woods,
And falls again upon the green moss.
Deer Enclosure
Wang Wei (Tang)
空山不见人,但闻人语响。
返景入深林,复照青苔上。
In these empty hills, no one is seen,
Only echoes of voices are heard.
Returning sunlight pierces the deep woods,
And falls again upon the green moss.
River Snow
Liu Zongyuan (Tang)
千山鸟飞绝,万径人踪灭。
孤舟蓑笠翁,独钓寒江雪。
Across a thousand mountains, no bird in flight,
On ten thousand paths, no human trace.
A lone boat, an old man in straw cloak and hat,
Fishing alone in the cold river snow.
Bamboo Pavilion
Wang Wei (Tang)
独坐幽篁里,弹琴复长啸。
深林人不知,明月来相照。
Sitting alone in the quiet bamboo grove,
I strum my lute and whistle long.
Deep in the woods, no one knows I'm here—
Only the bright moon comes to shine on me.
West Lake
Su Shi (Song)
水光潋滟晴方好,山色空蒙雨亦奇。
欲把西湖比西子,淡妆浓抹总相宜。
The shimmering water looks fine under clear skies,
The misty mountains feel magical in the rain.
If I must compare West Lake to a beauty,
She looks lovely in light makeup or heavy paint.
Spring Dawn
Meng Haoran (Tang)
春眠不觉晓,处处闻啼鸟。
夜来风雨声,花落知多少。
Spring slumber lingers, I wake not to dawn,
Everywhere I hear the birds singing.
Last night came the sound of wind and rain—
I wonder how many petals have fallen.
Plum Blossoms
(Another) – Lu You (Song)
闻道梅花坼晓风,雪堆遍满四山中。
何方化作身千亿,一树梅花一放翁。
I hear the plums crack open in the dawn wind,
Snowdrifts pile across the four mountains.
How could I transform into a thousand selves,
To stand by every plum tree, one man per bloom?
Mountain Journey
Du Mu (Tang)
远上寒山石径斜,白云生处有人家。
停车坐爱枫林晚,霜叶红于二月花。
A stone path winds far up the cold mountain,
Where white clouds rise, there are homes of men.
I stop my cart to love the maple woods at dusk—
The frosty leaves are redder than spring flowers.
A Quatrain
Du Fu (Tang)
两个黄鹂鸣翠柳,一行白鹭上青天。
窗含西岭千秋雪,门泊东吴万里船。
Two golden orioles sing in the green willows,
A line of white egrets rises into the blue sky.
My window frames the western hills' eternal snow,
At my door, a ship from far-off East Wu rests.
Bird-Singing Stream
Wang Wei (Tang)
人闲桂花落,夜静春山空。
月出惊山鸟,时鸣春涧中。
With leisure, I see the osmanthus fall,
At night, the spring hills are still and empty.
The rising moon startles the mountain birds—
They chirp now and then in the spring ravine.
A Visit to a Friend's Cottage
Meng Haoran (Tang)
开轩面场圃,把酒话桑麻。
待到重阳日,还来就菊花。
I open the window to face the threshing ground,
Holding wine, we talk of hemp and mulberry.
When the Double Ninth Festival comes around,
I will return to enjoy the chrysanthemums with you.
Autumn Dusk in the Mountains
Wang Wei (Tang)
空山新雨后,天气晚来秋。
明月松间照,清泉石上流。
Fresh rain has just washed these empty hills,
Evening brings the chill of autumn.
Bright moonlight gleams through the pines,
Clear springs flow over the stones.