I remember last year on this eve, I was drinking wine at the creek pavilion, and the pale moon and clouds came and went. ——Wen Zhengming, Ming Dynasty, "Niannujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon" I remember last year on this eve, at the wine stream pavilion, the pale moon clouds came and went.
From "Niannujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon" written by Wen Zhengming of the Ming Dynasty. Mid-Autumn Festival, under the moon, sentimental imagination translation and annotations
Translation
Osmanthus statue on the branch The hanging pieces of white jade and the full moon reflected the entire sky, and the night sky seemed to be washed clean. The wind blows the eyebrows and body, and the person seems to be in a crystal palace. Looking at the sky from a distance, dragons are dancing and dancing, the palace is picturesque, and you can feel the lively and exciting atmosphere of singing and dancing there. White frost (moonlight) covers the earth, (I) am willing to ride on the colorful clouds and soar into the sky.
I still remember that night in the old year, drinking wine in the Xiting Pavilion and watching the clouds drift and the moon move. The past situation is like a dream that has just disappeared, but in the blink of an eye it is this time last year. Qingque and Chang'e from the west both told me that the festival (Mid-Autumn Festival) was coming. (I) entrust old acquaintances to send you a message. Don’t live up to the sweet mash of this moon palace. Appreciation of this poem is full of strange thoughts and romantic language. The person facing the moon seems to be in the palace of the previous moon, and the scenery in the moon seems to be falling to the left and right. The poet looks like an immortal, but the troubles of the world are still not washed away in his arms. The world and heaven are written completely, and the immortal heart is ordinary. Miscellaneous revealed that its main theme is all in the upper and lower knots. The upper knot "want to fly across the colorful clouds" has a super-mundane thought, while the lower knot "don't let the cold and intoxication" is sentimental. The ups and downs reveal the contradictory mentality. spit out. Wen Zhengming (1470-1559), whose original name was Bi and whose courtesy name was Zhengming. At the age of forty-two, he began to use the character Xing and changed the character Zhengzhong. Because he was born in Hengshan, he was named Hengshan Jushi, and was known as "Wenhengshan" in the world. He was a painter, calligrapher and writer in the Ming Dynasty. Han nationality, from Changzhou (now Suzhou, Jiangsu). He was born in the sixth year of Chenghua reign of Emperor Xianzong of Ming Dynasty and died in the 38th year of Jiajing reign of Emperor Shizong of Ming Dynasty. He was ninety years old. Poet masters Bai Juyi and Su Shi, literary masters from Wu Kuan, calligraphy from Li Yingzhen, and painting from Shen Zhou. In poetry, together with Zhu Yunming, Tang Yin and Xu Zhenqing, he is known as one of the "Four Talents in Wuzhong". In the history of painting, together with Shen Zhou, Tang Yin and Qiu Ying, they are known as the "Four Wu Schools".
Wen Zhengming encountered cold food for three years and stayed in Luoyang City. Disturbed by the dust of horses and carriages, the years are ruthless and the youth is secretly disappearing. When he was young, he resigned from his family and became a champion. He went to invite honors with a golden saddle and a sword. The spring scenery of the Jinjiang River comes to heaven and earth, and the floating clouds of the jade barrier change the past and present. I complain about not saying goodbye and I am shocked thousands of miles away, but I recall the time when we were talking about friendship ten years ago. I remember meeting each other on the screen when we were young. I remember the day we met in Wuling. The past six years was shocking. When the lathe is opened and the lathe falls, it becomes empty. The white hair is cherished even more by lovers. The rolling water flows eastward at dawn and dusk, and the sun falls westward in ancient and modern times. Dew Polygonum and Xiangjing, we met each other when we were remembering years. A cup of wine with peach and plum spring breeze, and a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years. When I returned to Japan, the tower was not a tent. When I left, Guanjian was in the year of Ding. On the 9th, the wine will be fragrant, and the good times will be orange and yellow all year round. When we first see each other, we are confused and confused, and we feel sad about each other's years. The mountains and valleys are still there, but the weak and the strong have swallowed them up.