As far as the eye can see, the Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights nurture the treasures of clams. If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel. ——Mi Fu, Song Dynasty, "Climbing a Tower to Look at the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival" Climbing a tower to look at the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival. My eyes are so poor that the Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights nurture the treasures of clams.
If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel. Mid-Autumn Festival Scenery Translation and Notes
Translation
See the Huaihai Sea with your eyes. The vast sea is as white as silver. Under the light of thousands of rainbows, clams are pregnant with pearls.
If no one repairs the moon in the sky, the osmanthus branches will continue to grow and burst the moon. Brief analysis
This poem quotes two folklores. One is that the cultivation of pearls is related to the waxing and waning of the moon, and that clams conceive pearls when the moon is full; the other is that the moon is composed of seven treasures. There are often 82,000 households in the world to repair it. In this way, chanting the moon through legends adds a mythical color to the Mid-Autumn Moon, making it more charming. Mi Fu (1051-1107) was a calligrapher, painter and theorist of calligraphy and painting in the Northern Song Dynasty. His ancestral home is Taiyuan and he moved to Xiangyang. He has great talent, poor character, and is obsessed with cleanliness. It was imitated by people from the Tang Dynasty and stored more rare stones. The world name is Midian. Calligraphy and painting are in a class of their own. He can paint dead wood, bamboo and rocks, always coming up with new ideas, and he can also paint landscapes, creating an ink play of clouds and mountains, hidden by smoke and clouds, which is plain and innocent. Good at poetry, good at calligraphy, and good at identification. He is good at calligraphy styles such as seal script, official script, regular script, running script, and cursive script. He is good at copying ancient calligraphy to the point of imitating the real calligraphy. One of the four families of Song Dynasty. He once served as school secretary, doctor of calligraphy and painting, and wailang of the Ministry of Etiquette.
Mi Fu The sound of the anvil makes the wind rush, and the crickets miss the autumn. I come to look at the scenery, but I don’t want to learn from Song Yu’s way of explaining my sorrow. Cleaning up the desolate situation and sharing the joy with respect, I feel deeply secluded. Since there is love, the bright moon hangs on the south tower. In my sad mind, the jade flute has a long rhyme. On a good night in the Qing Dynasty, let me pour the golden pot here. The lovely scenery of the day is scattered all over the twelve langans, and the universe is like a floating duck. Drunk and sleepy, I don't know how to wake up. I lie on my pillow in the river. ——Mi Fu, Song Dynasty, "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Mid-Autumn Festival"
Shui Diao Ge Tou·Mid-Autumn Festival The sound of the anvil sends the wind rushing, and the crickets miss the high autumn. I come to look at the scenery, but I don’t want to learn from Song Yu’s way of explaining my sorrow. Cleaning up the desolate situation and sharing the joy with respect, I feel deeply secluded. Since there is love, the bright moon hangs on the south tower.
The jade flute plays with a long and lingering rhyme. On a good night in the Qing Dynasty, let me pour the golden pot here. The lovely scenery of the day is scattered all over the twelve langans, and the universe is like a floating duck. Drunk and sleepy, I don't know how to wake up. I lie on my pillow in the river. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is no need to worry about drinking and expressing emotions. The clouds are blowing, and the golden cakes are blooming in the high cold. If you don’t go upstairs this evening, you will spend a whole year in vain. The sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, the mist is cold, and the Wu leaves are shadowed by the west wind. The drunken guest leans on the river bridge, and the clear light worries about the jade flute. ——Gao Guanguo, Song Dynasty, "Bodhisattva Barbarian·Why rush to blow out the clouds?"
Bodhisattva Barbarian·Why rush to blow out the clouds?
Why rush to blow out the clouds? The high cold is blooming. Gold cake. If you don’t go upstairs this evening, you will spend a whole year in vain.
The sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant in the cold mist, and the Wu leaves are shadowed by the west wind. The drunken guest leans on the river bridge, and the clear light worries about the jade flute. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, admire the moon and praise the crows roosting on the white trees in the atrium, while the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts. ——Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty "Looking at the moon on the fifteenth night and sending it to Mr. Du"
Looking at the moon on the fifteenth night and sending it to Mr. Du. Crows roosted on the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wet the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.
Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I wonder who is missing in autumn thoughts. Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is homesick