The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Her sisters and brothers were all given titles because she lit up and glorified her family so much.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. I was amazed at the colorful feathers until the earth-shattering sound of drums came from Yuyang.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the path of the dagger tower;
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. Your majesty's love is so eternal that it is deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth last contact, dragon car home, the emperor.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? !
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *?
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
2. The translation of classical Chinese is taken from here:
There was a scholar in the Qin Dynasty who was old and wanted to collect antiques no matter how expensive they were.
One day, someone came to the door with a broken seat and boasted, "When Lu Aigong gave up his seat to ask Confucius about politics, I brought the seat where Confucius sat." Qin replaced the broken seat with a field near the outer city.
A few days later, another man took a crutch and sold it to him, declaring, "This is the crutch that my grandfather King Tai held when he led the people away to avoid the invasion of Di people." In terms of age, it is hundreds of years earlier than the seat where Confucius sat. Qin gave all the money in the family.
A few days later, someone said to him with a broken bowl, "The mat and stick that Mr. Wang got are not ancient." Look at this bowl. It is made and much older than Zhou. " Qin thought it was a rare antique, so he gave up the house he lived in, bought this bowl, and begged along the street, constantly calling: "Everyone who has food and clothing, who has the ancient money of Jiang Gong, give me a penny!"
You can really Baidu before asking questions. A lot of questions have been asked before.
3. Know the difficulties and be strong. Advance despite difficulties: knowing what you can't understand.
Self-improvement: self-encouragement.
Attachment: Although there are good dishes,
Although there are good dishes, I don't know its purpose; Although there is supreme Tao, learning, I don't know its goodness. It is to learn and then know the deficiency, and to teach and then know the difficulty. If you don't know enough, then you can reverse; Advance despite difficulties, and then strive for self-improvement. So teaching and learning are also beneficial. "Duiming" said: "Learn half." What does this mean? (Excerpted from The Book of Rites)
Translation:
Even if there is a delicious dish, you don't know its taste is sweet until you taste it; Even the best truth, if you don't learn it, you don't know its benefits. So after such study (note: then, after this. Sure, like this. Know your own shortcomings and teach others what you don't understand later. Know your own shortcomings so that you can reflect on yourself later; Know what you can't understand, so that you can encourage yourself in the future. Therefore, teaching and learning promote each other, and teaching others can also increase their own knowledge. Redemption says, "Teaching is half learning." That's probably what I said.
Appreciate:
This paper draws a point that needs to be clarified by analogy, pointing out that teaching and learning promote each other and complement each other, that is, "teaching and learning complement each other", telling us the truth of practical knowledge and the importance of work, study and practice.
4. What unpopular but good ancient poems of China were mailed to leading families? There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring. -Southern and Northern Dynasties. Lu Kai's A Gift for Ye Fan
Tingzhou picks white apples, and Jiangnan is in the sunset. Dongting has returned home, and Xiaoxiang has met an old friend. Why don't old friends return? Spring flowers are too late to recover. You don't know anything new, but you teach by example. -Southern Dynasties. Liu Yun's Jiangnan Qu
The waves are full of snow and the peaches and plums are silent. -Five generations. Li Yu's Yu Gezi
Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms. -Don Dai Shulun's Su Xi Pavilion
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh. -Don Liu Fangping's Moonlit Night
The situation is that youth will be dusk and peach blossoms will fall in red rain. -Don Lee's "Into the Wine"
Girls Picking Lotus If the girls picking lotus in Yexi saw the guests, they sang back to the boat. He smiled and hid in the lotus, pretending to be ashamed. -Tang Li Bai's "Yue Nv Ci"
Falling flowers blow with the wind, and Luo Yi is particularly cold in spring. -Don Feng Yansi's "Qingping Music"
I am a colored pen in my dream, and I want to send a book to the cloud. -Don Li Shangyin's Peony
Chang 'an is so expensive, I cherish the last spring and strive to enjoy the purple peony in the west of the street. Another Bai Mudan looks like a jade plate, but no one wants to see it in the moonlight. -Tang Pei Kui "Pei Gift"
Drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence. -Don't Be Yan Shiyuan by Don Liu Changqing
Rain hates clouds, and Jiangnan is still called a beauty. Shuicun fishery market. A wisp of solitary smoke is sparse. The sky is magnificent, like a tune in the distance. Life events. It will be all right by this time. Who will rely on this idea? -Wang Song Yucheng's "Little Crimson Lips". Feeling excited "
Bamboo shadows cover the secluded windows, and birds sing at sunset every two days. Xie Que begonia flies out of the floc, and the weather is getting longer and longer. -Song Zhu Shuzhen's "Scene"
I am used to the twists and turns on the road of life. No matter where I am, my heart is carefree. Under the cold light pavilion, the lake reflects the sky. It's really Tianshui people, and a group of Sha Ou are on the water. -Zhang Song Xiaoxiang "Xijiang Moon"
Purple jade hairpin inclined lamp shadow back, red cotton powder cold pillow letter bias. -Qing Nalanxingde's "Huanxisha"
Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. -Qing Nalanxingde's "Golden Melody". Thinking about the death of a dead woman "
Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow. It's great to like and dislike. A nasty smell. Who knows? Find the month of the south building. I remember last year, when plum blossoms were in full bloom. Nobody said anything about the past. Who are you drunk for and who are you awake for? I still hate leaving lightly. Song. Lv Benzhong's Walking on the Beach
Yao Cao, He Bi, entered Wulingxi in spring. There are countless peach blossoms on the stream, and orioles are on the flowers. I want to find my way among the flowers, go straight into the depths of white clouds and show the rainbow. I'm afraid that scarlet flowers will wet people's clothes. Sit on the jade pillow and brush the gold badge. Where is the fallen fairy, heaven and man accompany me to the white snail cup. I am Ganoderma lucidum and Xiancao, not blushing, but whistling! Drunk dancing down the mountain, the bright moon belongs to everyone. Song. Huang Tingjian's Water Tune. Travel "
A little cold:
When Mr. Bao returns, apricot blossoms and spring rain are in the south of the Yangtze River. -Yuan Yuji's "The Wind Into the Pine"
I don't know when to do it, but I remember that the next flower bowed its head. -Modern. Wang Guowei's youthful beauty.
Fragrant trees have no flowers, and birds are singing all the way to the spring mountain. -Tang Lihua's Improvisation in Spring.
When I walk on a cool autumn night, I think of you and sing my poems. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up. -Tang Wei Wu Ying, "Sending members up the mountain in autumn night"
At the bottom of the cold window of the ancient house, listen to a few pieces, and the well is flying. -Song, Zhou Bangyan Night Tour Palace (bootleg bootleg, the origin of my QQ nickname)
The big ladle keeps the moon and the spring urn, and the small ladle divides the river and the night bottle. -Shi's "Yoshioka Fried Tea"
See the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. When I walk, I miss you; Even when I am sitting, I miss you. -prunes by Yin Mingtang.
Cherry blossoms fall to the end of the month, like a bed leaning on a fumigation cage. -Five generations. Li Yu's "Xie Xinen"
I can't spend my honeymoon with melancholy. The secluded steps are covered with moss all night. -Wu Song Wenying's "The Wind Into the Pine Forest"
The moon is frosty outside the window, listen to plum blossoms. -Qin Song Guan's "Remembering the Old Friends in Taoyuan"
Plums taste very sour, and after eating, the residual acid is still between the teeth; The banana is growing, and the green is against the screen. Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air. Song. Yang Wanli's Taking a Nap in Early Summer
5. Seeking short three classical Chinese spring banquet peach and plum garden preface Li Baifu's "The Inverse Journey of Everything in Heaven and Earth".
Time flies, and a hundred generations have passed. And floating like a dream, for joy geometry? The ancients walked by candlelight at night, not bad.
Kuang Yangchun told me to smoke, and I made a big fake article. Meeting peach blossoms and Li Zhifang Garden will be a pleasure for the whole family.
Qun Ji Jun Xiu, all for Huilian; We sing, and we are ashamed of our happiness. You didn't get a reward, you can tell me.
Give a banquet, sit on flowers, fly feathers and get drunk on the moon. If there is no masterpiece, why open your arms? If the poem fails, it will be punished according to the number of wines in Jingu.
Heaven and earth are hostels for all things, and time is a passer-by for hundreds of generations. Life is impermanent and dreamlike. How many happy days can there be? There is a reason why the ancients played with candles at night! More importantly, the clear and mild spring attracts us with beautiful scenery, and nature provides us with splendid scenery.
Now let's gather in the fragrant garden of peaches and plums and talk about the happiness between brothers. My brothers are all smart, and they all have the talent of Xie Huilian.
Everyone recites poems and makes contributions, but I feel ashamed of myself because I can't compare with Xie. I haven't enjoyed the scenery on a spring night quietly, but my indulgent talk has turned to elegance.
Put on a luxurious banquet, sit among the flowers, raise glasses frequently, and get drunk in the moonlight. Without good poetry, how can you express elegant feelings? If you fail a poem, you will be fined three glasses of wine according to the precedent of Jinguyuan.
The eighth chapter of Tao Te Ching is as good as water. Water is good for all things without dispute, and evil for all, so it is a few words.
Live in a good place; Heart, goodness; Harmony and kindness; Words, integrity; Politics, good governance; Things, good energy; Move, be good. Husband is just indisputable, so there is nothing special.
Best man is like water. Water is good at nourishing everything without competing with it, staying in places that people don't like, so it is closest to the Tao.
The best people are good at choosing their own living places, being calm and unfathomable, being sincere, friendly and selfless to others, being good at keeping promises, being good at streamlining administration, being good at governing the country, giving full play to their strengths and seizing opportunities in their actions. The best people do what they do because they have indisputable virtues, so there is no fault or blame.
"Snake Catcher" said that the wild snakes in Yongzhou are black and white; Die of touching grass; To bite, there is no defense. However, if wax is used as bait, there may be strong wind, spasm, fistula, boils, muscle loss and killing three insects.
At the beginning, the imperial doctor was ordered by the king to be compiled. At the age of 20, he gave it to the second one, and everything he could catch was recruited and rented. People are always struggling to run.
Those who owned the Chiang family all died for the benefit of III. When asked, he said, "My dad is dead, and so is my dad.
I've been an heir for twelve years now. How many people have died? "Money if qi said, and.
I was very sad and said, "If there is too much poison, I will sue the people present. If I take it, what will it be like if I am endowed again?" Chiang Kai-shek was very sad. Wang Ran said, "If you were born with sadness, it would be unfortunate for me to serve it, but it would be very unfortunate if I could not be given it again. If you don't serve me, you will be ill for a long time.
I lived in my hometown for the third time, and now I am sixty years old. However, the neighbor was sad on his birthday, exhausted his room, changed his apprentice, felt the wind and rain, suffered from cold and heat, shouted poison and got boils. Usually, the deceased will borrow money from each other. People who live with my ancestors have no room today; The people who live with my father are all in the room today; Those who have lived with me for twelve years have nothing to do with it today.
Die or move. And I live by catching snakes alone.
The fierce official came to my hometown, clamoring for something, suddenly. 1. Lu You built a book nest. In my room, I live on a rafter, or I am in front of it, or I rest on a bed, throw a ball and look around for people without books. I eat and live, I am sick, I am sad, I am not without books.
Guests don't come, wives don't stay, and the changes of wind, rain and hail are unknown. If you are idle and want to get up, but you mess around with books, if you accumulate branches, or you can't do it, you should laugh at yourself and say, isn't this the evil of my nest? Just to attract guests, attract guests to see. At first, the guests couldn't get in, so they couldn't leave. They smiled and said, believe it or not, it's like a nest! In my room, some books are piled on wooden cases, some books are displayed in front and some books are on the bed. I look up and look around, all of them are books.
I eat and live, get sick, feel sad, sad, angry, sigh, and never keep company with books. Guests don't come to visit, wives and children don't meet, but they don't know the changes of wind, rain, lightning and hail.
Occasionally I want to stand up, but the messy schoolbag surrounds me, like dead branches, and sometimes I can't walk, so I laugh at myself and say, "Isn't this the bird's nest I'm talking about?" So I invited guests to take a closer look. The guests couldn't get in at first, and those who entered the house couldn't get out, so (the guests) also smiled and said, "It's really like a bird's nest."
Dong Yu talks about "Three Languages" and reads the original text diligently: some people learn scholars and refuse to teach, and the cloud "must read it a hundred times first". Say, "Read it a hundred times and you will understand what you mean."
From the "Scholars" cloud: "There is no day for bitter thirst." Encounter: "When I was in my thirties."
Or ask the meaning of "three more" encounters: "Winter has passed, night has passed, and rainy days have passed."
-Selected from the translation of "The Story of the Three Kingdoms Dong Yuchuan": There is a person who wants to ask Dong Yu for advice. Dong Yu refused to teach, only said, "Before that, you must read it a hundred times." It means: "Read it a hundred times, and its meaning will naturally emerge."
The person who asked for advice said, "I don't have time." Dong Yu said: "Use' Sanyu'."
Someone asked what the meaning of "San Yu" was. Dong Yu said, "Winter is a year's slack time (you can study), and night is an extra time during the day (you can study), which is more than enough for rainy days all year round." Zhang Pu and Zhai Original: (Zhang) Pu teenagers are eager to learn.
What you read must be handwritten, and the money has been read out. If it's too late, burn it and print the money. If there are, there will be six or seven. Where the right hand holds the tube, the palm becomes a cocoon.
My hands are chapped in winter and I drink soup several times. Later, it was called "Seven Records" ... Pu's poems were agile, and people from all directions didn't draft, and he immediately became famous.
-Selected from the translation of Biography of Zhang Pu in Ming Dynasty: Zhang Pu was very studious when he was young. The book he reads must be copied down by hand. After reading them, he burned them and then copied them again. It takes six or seven times to complete. Where the right hand holds the pen, the fingers and palms will grind calluses.
In winter, my hands are wrinkled and cracked with cold. I soak my hands in hot water several times a day. Later, the room where he studied was called "Seven Records" ... Zhang Pu wrote poems very quickly, and people from all walks of life asked him for poems, but he didn't want them.