Translation and appreciation of the five wonders of the abbot of Foguang Mountain

Tao Lingsi hasn't returned for a long time, but he is far from public but has a reputation. Only green beards are left in the mountains, and there are several miles of rustling flutes to meet them. Thousands of jade plants stand in the clouds, and a bead falls in the mirror. Where is the frosty eyebrows and blue eyes, Sanyou is indifferent. At the eastern foot of the mountain, the roots of clouds show horns and teeth, and the spring swallows sand. I hate to bury my bones in the mountains, but I didn't let the black dragon take a bath in the nest. After tea, it's not deep, and the breeze is worth a thousand dollars. My stomach is shaking and my breathing is falling, but I have never been satisfied in my life. At noon, the cloister is sunny and the water is heavy. No one saw the mountain man sleeping, only mosquitoes flying around his temples. -Su Shi's "Five Questions of the Abbot of Foguangshan" in the Song Dynasty, the five questions of the abbot of Foguangshan Tao Lingsi was not written for a long time, but it was far from public but famous.

Only green beards are left in the mountains, and there are several miles of rustling flutes to meet them.

Thousands of jade plants stand in the clouds, and a bead falls in the mirror.

Where is the frosty eyebrows and blue eyes, Sanyou is indifferent.

At the eastern foot of the mountain, the roots of clouds show horns and teeth, and the spring swallows sand.

I hate to bury my bones in the mountains, but I didn't let the black dragon take a bath in the nest.

After tea, it's not deep, and the breeze is worth a thousand dollars.

My stomach is shaking and my breathing is falling, but I have never been satisfied in my life.

At noon, the cloister is sunny and the water is heavy.

No one saw the mountain man sleeping, only mosquitoes flying around his temples. Su Shi (1037-1101) was a writer, painter and gourmet in the Northern Song Dynasty. Zi yue Zhan, no Dongpo lay man. Han nationality, Sichuanese, was buried in Yingchang (now Jiaxian County, Pingdingshan City, Henan Province). I have a bumpy career, profound knowledge, extremely high talent and excellent poetry, calligraphy and painting. His writing style, Wang Yang, is unrestrained and fluent, and he is also called Ou Su with Ouyang Xiu, one of the "Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties"; Poetry is fresh and vigorous, making good use of exaggeration and metaphor, and its artistic expression is unique. Together with Huang Tingjian, they are called Su Huang. The uninhibited school has a great influence on later generations, and it is called Su Xin with Xin Qiji. Calligraphy is good at running script and regular script, and it can be innovative. Writing with a pen is ups and downs, full of childlike interest. And Huang Tingjian, Mi Fei and Cai Xiang are also called Song Sijia. Painting is the same as literature. In painting, we advocate spirit likeness and "literati painting". He is the author of The Complete Works of Su Dongpo and Dongpo Yuefu. Su Shi

In the second year of Huangzhou, he was sleepy every day, so his old friend Ma Zhengqing lost his life because of lack of food. In order to invite dozens of acres of camps in the county, he devoted himself to them. This land has been abandoned for a long time and has become a ruin of Tzu Chi, but in 2008, there was a drought and the reclamation efforts were exhausted. It is poetry to let go of thunder and sigh. I care about my diligence, and I have forgotten my efforts since I was a few years old. No one cares about the abandoned base, and the ruins are covered with Artemisia. Who can donate muscle strength is not worth the effort at the end of the year. A lonely traveler is the only one who has nowhere to run. Pick up the rubble when you bring it. In the rugged grass spines, I have to shave an inch of my hair, and I can't help sighing. I don't know when I can grow taller. Although the barren fields are rough, they are of different heights. Sow seeds and plant dates and chestnuts in the East Garden. There are Shu scholars in the south of the Yangtze River, and mulberry fruits have been begging. Good bamboo is not difficult to grow, but it is afraid of whipping. It is still necessary to make arrangements to ensure my room. The children burned hay, and they reported from the dark well. If you dare not wait until you are full, you can drink. Since the past, there have been micro-springs, and micro-springs have come to the back mountain. Crossing the city and crossing the settlement, evil is strong. I'm going to a fish and shrimp party for Kobe. At the age of 20, the spring is exhausted, and the dead duckweed sticks into pieces. Last night, it rained outside a plow. If you find the reason, you will blaspheme and know that I am ignorant. Mud Qin has perennial roots, one inch alone. When the snow buds move, pigeons can grow in spring. (Shu people are expensive in Qin bud, and miscellaneous pigeon meat is made. Before planting rice, I can count the fun. The hair is empty and the spring is dark, and the needle is fragrant. (Shu people regard the rain in Mao Mao as rain. When the rice was born, the farmer said that the rice needle came out. ) In early summer, I gradually fell in love with the wind and leaves. Look at the dew on the moon, and the beads hang down one by one. The frost ears in Qiu Lai are heavy and the poles are reversed. However, as soon as I heard that grasshoppers are like wind and rain. When the rice in Sichuan is ripe, grasshoppers fly around the fields like small locusts, but they don't hurt the rice. ) The new pot is put into the pot, and the jade grains are shining in the basket. I have been eating official warehouse, red rot and other soil for a long time. The merchant knew the taste, and I agreed. Good farmers cherish soil fertility, but fortunately, this decade is short. Before mulberry leaves, a grain of wheat is expected. The seeds have not been planted for more than a month, and the cover is already gray. The farmer told me not to be Miao Yechang. If you want to produce cake bait, you must raise cattle and sheep. Thank you again for your kindness. I'm too full to forget. Jujube can be peeled on planting date or loose date. Ten years later, my plan is already embarrassing. Ten years in Hezu Road, a thousand years like wind and hail. Old news Li Hengnu, this strategy is doubtful and can be learned. I have a roommate whose official residence is in the years. (So is Li Gongze. ) My golden tongue shines brightly. If a hundred plants can cause it, it is spring ice. Want to see the bamboo fence, yellow and green hanging horns. Pan Zijiu, a liquor seller in Jiangnan Village. Guo Sheng had already planted medicine and sold it to Xi Shiyuan. It's good to live in ancient times, but I'm afraid I'm betting my treasure on my grandson. There are ten acres of bamboo at home, and guests have been knocking at the door. I am poor, and my third son is alone. I am in Dongpo, and I will pay for the same meal. Du gleaned and consulted with Zhu Ruan. My teacher Bu Xia Zi is a brother from all over the world. Ma Shengben is a poor man and has been bothering me for twenty years. Looking at my expensive day and night, begging to buy mountain money. I am very tired today. I have quit my farm. When you shave the turtle's back, you will feel it. Poor Ma Sheng is crazy. So far, he has praised me for being virtuous. Laughter never regrets, but once you give, you will get 1000. -Su Shi's Eight Poems of Dongpo in Song Dynasty (Parallel Prose) Eight Poems of Dongpo (Parallel Prose)

Su Shi in Song Dynasty

After reading the full text, I went to Huangzhou for two years and was sleepy every day, so my old friend Ma Zhengqing mourned for lack of food. In order to invite dozens of acres of camps in the county, he devoted himself to them.

This land has been abandoned for a long time and has become a ruin of Tzu Chi, but in 2008, there was a drought and the reclamation efforts were exhausted.

It is poetry to let go of thunder and sigh. I care about my diligence, and I have forgotten my efforts since I was a few years old.

No one cares about the abandoned base, and the ruins are covered with Artemisia.

Who can donate muscle strength is not worth the effort at the end of the year.

A lonely traveler is the only one who has nowhere to run.

Pick up the rubble when you bring it.

In the rugged grass spines, I have to shave an inch of my hair, and I can't help sighing. I don't know when I can grow taller.

Although the barren fields are rough, they are of different heights.

Sow seeds and plant dates and chestnuts in the East Garden.

There are Shu scholars in the south of the Yangtze River, and mulberry fruits have been begging.

Good bamboo is not difficult to grow, but it is afraid of whipping.

It is still necessary to make arrangements to ensure my room.

The children burned hay, and they reported from the dark well.

If you dare not wait until you are full, you can drink.

Since the past, there have been micro-springs, and micro-springs have come to the back mountain.

Crossing the city and crossing the settlement, evil is strong.

I'm going to a fish and shrimp party for Kobe.

At the age of 20, the spring is exhausted, and the dead duckweed sticks into pieces.

Last night, it rained outside a plow.

If you find the reason, you will blaspheme and know that I am ignorant.

Mud Qin has perennial roots, one inch alone.

When the snow buds move, pigeons can grow in spring.

(Shu people are expensive in Qin bud, and miscellaneous pigeon meat is made.

Before planting rice, I can count the fun.

The hair is empty and the spring is dark, and the needle is fragrant.

(Shu people regard the rain in Mao Mao as rain.

When the rice was born, the farmer said that the rice needle came out.

) In early summer, I gradually fell in love with the wind and leaves.

Look at the dew on the moon, and the beads hang down one by one.

The frost ears in Qiu Lai are heavy and the poles are reversed.

However, as soon as I heard that grasshoppers are like wind and rain.

When the rice in Sichuan is ripe, grasshoppers fly around the fields like small locusts, but they don't hurt the rice.

) The new pot is put into the pot, and the jade grains are shining in the basket.

I have been eating official warehouse, red rot and other soil for a long time.

The merchant knew the taste, and I agreed.

Good farmers cherish soil fertility, but fortunately, this decade is short.

Before mulberry leaves, a grain of wheat is expected.

The seeds have not been planted for more than a month, and the cover is already gray.

The farmer told me not to be Miao Yechang.

If you want to produce cake bait, you must raise cattle and sheep.

Thank you again for your kindness. I'm too full to forget.

Jujube can be peeled on planting date or loose date.

Ten years later, my plan is already embarrassing.

Ten years in Hezu Road, a thousand years like wind and hail.

Old news Li Hengnu, this strategy is doubtful and can be learned.

I have a roommate whose official residence is in the years.

(So is Li Gongze.

) My golden tongue shines brightly.

If a hundred plants can cause it, it is spring ice.

Want to see the bamboo fence, yellow and green hanging horns.

Pan Zijiu, a liquor seller in Jiangnan Village.

Guo Sheng had already planted medicine and sold it to Xi Shiyuan.

It's good to live in ancient times, but I'm afraid I'm betting my treasure on my grandson.

There are ten acres of bamboo at home, and guests have been knocking at the door.

I am poor, and my third son is alone.

I am in Dongpo, and I will pay for the same meal.

Du gleaned and consulted with Zhu Ruan.

My teacher Bu Xia Zi is a brother from all over the world.

Ma Shengben is a poor man and has been bothering me for twenty years.

Looking at my expensive day and night, begging to buy mountain money.

I am very tired today. I have quit my farm.

When you shave the turtle's back, you will feel it.

Poor Ma Sheng is crazy. So far, he has praised me for being virtuous.

Laughter never regrets, but once you give, you will get 1000. ▲ The imperial city is like the sea, and it is willing to go to Xingtan by fishing boat. Peeling and pecking at the knees, laughing at me for cutting the cloud crown. Ask the goat monster, the shepherd wants to see Deyao. Willing to compare the similarities and differences of ginseng, small window relative research Dan. -Qin Shaoyou rhymes with Yao Anshi and Qin Shaoyou rhymes with Yao Anshi by Su Shi in the Song Dynasty.

The imperial city is like the sea, and I would like to take a boat to the apricot altar.

Peeling and pecking at the knees, laughing at me for cutting the cloud crown.

Ask the goat monster, the shepherd wants to see Deyao.

Willing to compare the similarities and differences of ginseng, small window relative research Dan. The government and the people don't help, and the songs don't swallow. My life is like sending an ear. I'd rather be alone. Parting is everywhere, and sorrow and trouble love knots. And I'm ungrateful. Whose responsibility is this? Waiting for a joke, Whip? Deng was cut. There are two stone men by the roadside, and I have seen several catching heads. When you know, you should laugh and caress your palm and crown. When the elders come, the flowers turn red. Please let your husband live before you wash the lamp and worship the horse. There was no monarch the year before last, and both fish and turtles became children. Give the whip to thank the elders, you are poor. The life of the poor is divided into evil, what they want is fierce. It's not my fault that the water came and went. The ancients came from the west to welcome me to Nanjing. Go east to Huaisi and take me to the southeast. I'll see you later, and there are feelings. The spring rain rose microwave and arrived in Pengcheng overnight. After I went downstairs, Zhu Lan took photos of Fei Kun. Poor Hong Shangshi, who listens to the sound of the moon? I went to Nanjing the year before last, and the old cherry was ripe. Today, in the old place, cherry wheat is half yellow-green. Years are like night, and personnel are repeated several times. Blue is always in trouble, but sitting still, it gradually becomes rough. Read the three guards and welcome them as a hub. Tian She, I have predicted when I will return to farming. River Market in Butian Lane, Shifoshan South Road. There are also two rivers, which have planted thousands of beds. The mountain spring house is full of dragons and the ground is frosty. An acre of land is close to escape at different times. Solve the problem when you die, sell swords and buy cattle tools. Therefore, the mountain is not pregnant, and the house is abandoned. I'm afraid of Tongxiang people, and I'm afraid of the tomb of Zhong Qing in Changci. -In the Song Dynasty, Su Shi's "Let Xuzhou Go to Nanjing Immediately and Write Five Poems" asked Xuzhou to go to Nanjing immediately and write five poems.

Su Shi in Song Dynasty

Read the full text ∨ If the government and the people don't help, the songs won't swallow.

My life is like sending an ear. I'd rather be alone.

Parting is everywhere, and sorrow and trouble love knots.

And I'm ungrateful. Whose responsibility is this?

Waiting for a joke, Whip? Deng was cut.

There are two stone men by the roadside, and I have seen several catching heads.

When you know, you should laugh and caress your palm and crown.

When the elders come, the flowers turn red.

Please let your husband live before you wash the lamp and worship the horse.

There was no monarch the year before last, and both fish and turtles became children.

Give the whip to thank the elders, you are poor.

The life of the poor is divided into evil, what they want is fierce.

It's not my fault that the water came and went.

The ancients came from the west to welcome me to Nanjing.

Go east to Huaisi and take me to the southeast.

I'll see you later, and there are feelings.

The spring rain rose microwave and arrived in Pengcheng overnight.

After I went downstairs, Zhu Lan took photos of Fei Kun.

Poor Hong Shangshi, who listens to the sound of the moon?

I went to Nanjing the year before last, and the old cherry was ripe.

Today, in the old place, cherry wheat is half yellow-green.

Years are like night, and personnel are repeated several times.

Blue is always in trouble, but sitting still, it gradually becomes rough.

Read the three guards and welcome them as a hub.

Tian She, I have predicted when I will return to farming.

River Market in Butian Lane, Shifoshan South Road.

There are also two rivers, which have planted thousands of beds.

The mountain spring house is full of dragons and the ground is frosty.

An acre of land is close to escape at different times.

Solve the problem when you die, sell swords and buy cattle tools.

Therefore, the mountain is not pregnant, and the house is abandoned.

I'm afraid of Tongxiang people, and I'm afraid of the tomb of Zhong Qing in Changci. ▲