"Autumn Lantern Memories" (original) [Qing] Jiang Tan ("Autumn Lantern Memories" is the prose of Jiang Tan, a native of Qiantang, Zhejiang Province in the Qing Dynasty, recalling the trivial life of his beloved wife Guan Ying (that is, Qiu Fu).
His words are very beautiful, and his narrative is expressive and sad, which makes people cry. Qiu Fu and Shen Fu's wife, Yun Niang, were described by Lin Yutang as the two loveliest women in ancient China. )
Daoguang rushes into autumn, and autumn returns. If you leak three times, you will sleep.
Qiu Fu-wan, dressed in a ponytail, was dressed in red, and in snuff's shadow, she laughed happily and told stories about her playfulness in her early years. Gradually, when it comes to poetry, I can't get down. Because I recalled that there was a rumor in the poem of Early Winter that "the snow pressed the eaves, and the wind bullied half the arm", I suspected that it was A Qiao's false support at the beginning, and I believed it at first.
at that time, insects fly in the laurel tent, and I can't sleep. The fragrance in the basin is fragrant, and it flows on the pillow.
Qiu Fu invited a couplet to show my talents, and I also wanted to try Qiu Fu's poems, so I gladly agreed. The rest of the poem says, "The night is covered with a green quilt," and Qiu Fu goes on to say, "The Red Cloud * * Building.
flowers greet the veil and the moon, "I continued the clouds for more than one time:" I feel the pillow and feel the autumn. " I still want to continue, but the eaves and moons are warm and oblique, the neighboring clocks are moving slowly, and the outdoor small cockroaches have been screaming to promote the makeup.
Yu Naige started writing. After a few days, I didn't go into the nest garden, and there was gradually a moss color between the yin corridors. Because of the feeling, I was given two unique clouds: "I felt a red dream, but the memory was not true."
Last night, I had a light snack. Do you remember forbearing cold people? " "The mirror sill is not brushed, and the room will not open for a long time. I want to remember each other, and there is moss under the door. "
it's thirty-five days since Qiu fu returned to her mother's home. The group of green silk in the season is not shallow, and it is also recalled that there are people in the middle of the night. Is it still lingering in the wind? Qiu Fu's piano is more than half given.
since autumn, I have dropped out of school because of illness. Since the beginning, the fingering is gradually sparse, and it is strong for learning, so it is playing with the sunset red half-building.
if you tune the string for a long time, it won't sound high, and if you tune it again, it will be the five emblems. Qiu Fusuo put on a new string, and suddenly the smoke was empty and the window paper was dark.
go downstairs and look at it, and you will know that the young will not quit, and the fire will spread. The beginning and end of the child servant's jump.
It's a string that suddenly stops. It's not far away, and the situation is five, and the number of fires is also enough. It should be emblem, but it should be lost. Qiu Fu pounded Rongkui leaf juice in a golden basin, mixed with mica powder, and stained with paper. Its color is green, though it is pure-hearted, it can't be surpassed. I recorded "Hundred Chants of the West Lake" for Yu, but I cherish it for Guo Jihu.
Ji Hu wrote a poem entitled "The Picture of Lin Qiu Writing", which said, "When a poem is written, you don't have to write it with a brush, but laugh at Solana's fine notes", which means this. Qiu Fu went to the gate of Wei Zibo and Wu Mianshan without studying, and began to learn Jin Tangge.
I have poor eyesight after illness, so I can't always write. However, the intercropping figures are still beautiful and charming.
It's bitter and hot in summer, and Qiu Fu makes an appointment with you. Just out of the door, the thunder was loud and the wind was raging.
please return to the car, and the rest will have fun and enjoy the trip. It reaches Nanping forever, while the dark clouds hang down and the mountains and rivers merge.
I saw that the white light was like practice, and it stood out from the peak of the mountain, and it was raining like a note, which stopped under the big pine tree. Rain Ji is even better, I feel that the bamboo is * * * Sao, and the jade is dripping. The two mountains are like beautiful makeup, frowning and frowning, and the color is delicious.
I watched and walked with Qiu Fu, but I didn't know that my clothes were wet. On the same day, Cha Kai-shih gave a lecture on Li 'an Temple mat, left rice in Yipu, and saw it with the white lotus painting frame.
On Qiu Fu's poems, there is a sentence that says, "If you are empty, you can't be fragrant, but if you are divorced from words, you can't be Zen". Tea talks are both in harmony, and they go from Yangmeiwu to Shiwudong, where the rocks are arranged in rows and arches, and it looks like it.
Qiu Fu's playing the piano and drumming the drill of "Flying Wild Goose in the Flat Sand" returned to the clouds, and the rivers and waters answered each other. At this time, they were relatively selfless and still alive. Suddenly, the summer heat gradually closed, and the smoke was everywhere. After returning to the car, it was already on the willow shoots in Su Causeway.
It was a day. Before the bed leaked, the windows were all wet, and the servant locked the door with a heavy door, so he was not allowed to see it. As soon as I returned, I was already in the closet, half for Zeguo, calling my maid to iron it with a cage, and I began to sleep after five drums.
Qiu Fu likes painting peonies, but she is quite proud of her writing. The heir traveled in vain from his old friend Yang Zhu, who was alive and fragrant, and entered Nantian's room.
Among my colleagues, those who stayed in the thatched cottage and passed by in the morning and evening were rich Wentao, Fei Ziping, Yan Wenqiao and Jiao Zhongmei, who were tireless in appreciating flowers and leaves. When the money goes to Yang and dies, Jiao Yan returns to his hometown.
Qiu Fu is also troubled by salt and rice, and abandons pen and ink. However, one of Yu Wan's fans is still the pen of all the people's paintings, and the spirit and attitude are not reduced. When you look at it in your spare time, you will feel that your guests and friends are scattered.
peach blossoms were destroyed by wind and rain, and scattered on the pond. Qiu Fu picked up petals and wrote the word "Golden Gate": "Spring is over, and the flower life is as short as spring. A night of falling red blows gradually, and the wind is crazy in spring. "
the word "spring" didn't come into being, but the east wind suddenly came and scattered all over the ground, and Qiu Fu was disappointed. Yu yue said, "this is really a' wind crazy spring regardless'!" Laugh it off.
Yu Jiu keeps a green parrot, which is called "Cuiniang" and is ready to respond. The verses recited are taught by Shi Er Xiu Si.
since xiusi is married, cuiniang often loses time when drinking and pecking, and she is getting haggard. One day, I got up for a bath and heard whispering outside the curtain, like Xiujuan kissing. When I started to look at it, Cuiniang was also.
Yang Zhi has been gone for several months. Cui Niang knows, but does she still remember to teach the poet? Qiu Fu said to Yu Yun every time: "Life has been a hundred years, and I have lived half my dreams, half my worries and illnesses, and half my old days. The only thing left is eleven or two ears. Given the quality of my generation's willow, it may not be a hundred years!" Yu Lan Cheng Yun: It takes four or five days to have fun in January. I want to explain myself. "
it's true. Never traveled a hundred miles in my life.
in the battle of Jia Chen's Ejiang, Qiu Fu Fang was ill with cold and wanted to go on a new trip. And the luggage is made, and the yellow head urges me.
When crossing the Qianjiang River in the evening, the hurricane was raging, and the mountains were crossed across the bank. All of them were low and frowning, and they were gloomy. Because of the memory of Zi 'an's Preface to Tengwang Pavilion, it said, "The sky is high and the earth is boundless, and the universe is endless, and it is full of sorrow, and there are several empty knowledge." I feel that this body is vast and I don't know where to put it.
the Ming river is in the sky, and the residual lights are shining. It's already five o'clock when you wake up from drinking. I wanted to add clothes, but my tent hung down, and no one answered. I opened my eyes and realized that I was still lying in the boat.
The autumn moon is just fine, and Qiu Fu ordered the young to play the lute and put the boat between the two lakes and the lotus. When I returned from Xixi, I went to the gate, and Qiu Fu went out first. Because I bought the melon skin, I met under the second bridge in Su Causeway.
Qiu Fufang composed the song "Autumn Hatred in the Han Palace" on the drum, and I listened to it with my lapel. When the four mountains are covered with smoke, the stars and the moon are in the water, and there is a noise. I don't know if the wind is ringing.
at the end of the piano, the ship's lips have moved closer to the shore of Yiyuan Garden. Knock on the door of Baiyun Temple.
Anni has known each other for a long time, so she took a seat, picked new lotus flowers from the pond and made a soup to get in. The fragrance is clear and refreshing, and it is enough to see the intestines. It is more than the difference between incense and incense.
I returned to the boat and landed at Duanjiaqiao, where I landed on the ground and sat for a long time. Smell the noise in the city, such as flies camp, which is very impressive.
The stone pillar on the bridge is the place where the poem was inscribed last year, and it is nearly eroded by clothes, and there is no duplicate handwriting. If you want to emphasize the book, you will suffer from no Chinese book.
At that time, the stars were getting thinner, the lake was white, and the city head was getting louder, and the fourth channel was already heavy, so he took the piano and stabbed the boat. Yu Liancun came to visit Wulin to benefit the mountain. 2. Vernacular translation of autumn lanterns
Translation: Lin Yutang (1) In the autumn of Daoguang Guimao, Qiu Fu married my family.
After midnight, the handmaiden all went to sleep. Qiu Fu wore a bun hanging on one side, dressed in a red tulle, and talked and laughed with me in the light of the candle, recounting the things we played together in childhood. When it comes to poetry, my tongue seems to be stiff and I can't say anything, so I recall listening to Qiu Fu's Poem of Early Winter in the past, and there is a sentence that "the eaves of the snow are heavy, and the wind deceives half the arm". I originally suspected that it was her disguise, and now I believe that it was written by Qiu Fu.
At this time, mosquitoes were flying in the boudoir, and we didn't want to go to sleep when we were sleepy. The fragrance of Jasminum in the basin was so pervasive that we could smell it even between the pillows. Qiufu asked me to join her in a sentence to examine my talent. I also wanted to try Qiufu's poetic talent, so I readily agreed.
I'll start with the first sentence: "The night is covered with a mandarin duck", and Qiu Fu will continue: "Red clouds weave a building. Flowers greet the veil and the moon, "I continued." People feel that the pillow is filled with autumn.
I want to continue, but I see the moon on the eaves outside the window is dim and the bell next door is slowly ringing. The little maid outside the door has been chirping like a bird to urge Qiu Fu to get up and dress.
so I got up. I haven't been to the nest garden for a few days, and moss has gradually grown between the shady porch steps. Therefore, I gave birth to a sigh and made two quatrains: "I feel a red dream, but I can't remember it."
Last night, I had a light snack. Do you remember forbearing cold people? " "There is no finger on the mirror sill, and the room won't open for a long time. I want to remember each other, and there is moss under the door. "
By this time, Qiu Fu had gone back to her family for thirty-five days. Her many younger brothers and sisters must be in high spirits to argue and laugh together. Will you remember that someone still lingers under the wind and dew at night and misses her? I taught Qiu Fu most of her piano skills.
Since autumn, she has stopped learning the piano due to illness. After her illness, her fingering has become a little rusty. I encourage her to review and practice the piano with her on the "sunset red half floor". The string was tuned for a long time, but it was too high to sound, and then the string was broken at the place where it was tied.
Qiu Fu put on a new string, and suddenly there was smoke everywhere, and the window paper seemed to be burnt. When I went downstairs, I saw that it was the little maid who accidentally set the curtain on fire, and the boy servant came to put out the fire before putting it out. Only then did I know that the suddenly broken strings were a very close omen.
Besides, five is the number of the main fire, and it should be the interruption of the strings. Is it the piano that is warning me? Qiu Fu mashed Rongkui leaves into juice in a metal basin, and then mixed some mica powder to drag and dye the poem, and dyed the poem into a silvery green. Outsiders are elaborately crafted, and nothing can match her.
She once copied the Hundred Poems of the West Lake for me, but it was a pity that Guo Weihu took it away. Guo Weihu wrote a picture of Lin Qiu's writing for me, saying, "You don't need to write poems with moss, but laugh at Suolan." That's what it means.
Qiu Fu has never been a calligrapher. She began to learn Jin-Tang style calligraphy after getting acquainted with two old gentlemen, Wei Zibo and Wu Yishan. Unfortunately, she has poor eyesight after illness and can't practice often, but she writes a few words occasionally, which is still very charming and lovely. Suffering from the heat of summer night, Qiu Fu asked me to visit Li 'an Temple.
Just when I went out, the thunder rumbled and the wind blew hard. My servant asked to drive back, but I forced him to drive because I was in a high mood. Before we reached Nanping Mountain, the sky was overcast and the mountains and rivers were dim. In a short time, I saw lightning flash like white silk from the peak of Duxiu Mountain, as if it were only ten feet high from the sky, and the rain was pouring down.
So we stopped under the big pine tree to take shelter from the rain. After the rain stopped, I went forward again, only to feel the breeze rustling in the bamboo forest and the drops of green on the mountain. The two peaks were just like the beauty of makeup, frowning and beautiful.
Qiu Fu and I were enjoying it while we were on our way. Before we knew it, our sleeves were soaked. That month, it was a monk named Cha who gave a lecture in Li 'an Temple. He kept us for dinner in his thatched cottage and gave us the white lotus pictures he had painted.
Qiu Fu wrote a poem on it, saying, "If you are empty and fragrant, how can you be Zen?" In other words, we had a chat over tea, and we had a very speculative talk with him.
After that, we came to Shiwu Cave from Yangmeiwu. The rocks in the cave were piled into an arch, just like several cases. Qiu Fu put the piano on the stone and played the piano music of "Wild Goose in Pingsha". Dusk clouds were everywhere outside the cave, and the water was singing as if in response to the piano sound. At this time, we were opposite and almost forgot that we were still living in the world. After a while, the residual heat dissipated, and the dark night came from all directions. We went back to the car for more than a mile, and the moon had hung the willow branches in Su Causeway.
On this day, the rain leaked all the way to the bed, and the windows were wet. Because the doors on several floors were locked, the servants couldn't go in and have a look. When we came back, the house was full of water, and the house was almost a water town. Tell the little girl to dry in a drying cage, and we won't go to bed until the fifth watch.
Qiu Fu likes to paint peonies, but she writes prudently and prudently. Later, she followed my old friend Yang Zhu to learn, and the fresh peony flowers came into my study with fragrance. At that time, my colleagues who lived in my thatched cottage and frequented us were rich Wentao, Fei Ziheng, Yan Wenqiao, Jiao Zhongmei, etc. They enjoyed the leaves and flowers together and worked tirelessly all day.
Later, Qian Wentao left, Yang Zhubai died, Jiao Zhongmei, Yan Wenqiao and others went back to their hometowns, and Qiu Fu abandoned painting because of chores. The only fan I have here is the pen and ink painted by all your friends, and the spirit of that year is still preserved in the painting. I took it out in my spare time and watched it, with endless regrets for the guests and friends.
The peach blossom was destroyed by wind and rain, and the petals fell in the pond. Qiu Fu picked up the petals and put them into words, and wrote a poem called "The Golden Gate": "Half of the spring, the flowers are as short as spring. The night is full of red and blowing, and the wind is crazy in spring. "
before the word "spring" was put in place, a gust of east wind came and blew the petals around the ground. Qiu Fu was very disappointed. I said, "this is really a' wind crazy spring'."
they smiled at each other and gave up. I used to have a green parrot named "Cui Niang", and it agreed when I called it.
All the poems it recited were taught by Xiusi, the maid. Xiujuan got married, and Cuiniang often failed to eat and drink on time, and gradually became haggard.
One day, when I got up and was washing, I suddenly heard someone whispering outside the curtain, which sounded like Xiujuan. I was surprised to go out and see that it was "Cuiniang". Xiujuan has been gone for several months. If Cuiniang knows, she will miss the person who taught her to recite poems, right? Qiu Fu often says to me, "Life is a hundred years. 3. Urgent
In the autumn of Daoguang Guimao, Qiu Fu married my family. After midnight, the handmaiden all slept. Qiu Fu wore a bun hanging on one side, dressed in a red tulle, and under the shadow of the candle, she talked and laughed happily with me, recounting the things we played with in our childhood. When it comes to poetry, my tongue seems to be stiff and I can't say anything, so I recall listening to Qiu Fu's Poem of Early Winter in the past, and there is a sentence that "the eaves of the snow are heavy, and the wind deceives half the arm". I originally suspected that it was her disguise, and now I believe that it was written by Qiu Fu. At this time, mosquitoes were flying in the boudoir, and we didn't want to go to sleep when we were sleepy. The fragrance of Jasminum in the basin was so pervasive that we could even smell it between the pillows. Qiufu asked me to join her in a sentence to examine my talent. I also wanted to try Qiufu's poetic talent, so I readily agreed. I started with the first sentence: "The night is spent with a mandarin duck", and Qiu Fu continued: "Red clouds weave insects in a dark building. Flowers greet the veil and the moon, "I continued." People feel that the pillow is filled with autumn. I wanted to continue, but I saw that the moon on the eaves outside the window was dim and the bell next door was slowly ringing. The little maid curse outside the door has whispered to urge Qiu Fu to get up and dress. So I stopped writing and got up.
I haven't been to the nest garden for a few days, and moss has gradually grown between the shady porch steps, so I gave birth to a sigh and made two quatrains: "I feel a red dream, but I can't remember it in the future." Yesterday, the hurricane was heavy. Do you remember being cold? " "There is no finger on the mirror sill, and the room won't open for a long time. I want to remember each other, and there is moss under the door. " At this time, Qiu Fu went back to her family for thirty-five days. Her many younger brothers and sisters must be in high spirits to argue and laugh together. Will you remember that someone still lingers under the wind and dew at night and misses her?
I taught Qiu Fu most of her piano skills. Since autumn, she has stopped learning the piano because of illness. After her illness, her fingering has been a little rusty, so I struggled to do it.