Detailed translation of the full text of the classical Chinese essay "Farewell" for the High School Entrance Examination
2013-04-09
Abstract: The 2013 High School Entrance Examination is coming, editor of Boutique Learning Network We have collected and compiled a detailed translation of the full text of the classical Chinese essay "Farewell" for the High School Entrance Examination for all candidates. I hope it will be helpful to all candidates. The editor wishes you all good results.
Farewell
Author: Jiang Yan
The most depressing and ecstatic thing is farewell. Moreover, Qin and Wu are far apart, and Yan and Song are thousands of miles apart, making it difficult for them to meet again after separation. Sometimes we say goodbye in early spring when the spring moss begins to grow, and sometimes we say goodbye in the season when the autumn wind just blows, and the scenery affects our affection. Therefore, the wanderer who goes on a long journey is heartbroken, has mixed feelings, and is extremely desolate and sad. Hearing the rustling autumn wind, I also felt that the sound was special; looking at the boundless spring clouds, I also felt that the colors were strange. When sailing, the boat stays stationary by the water; when riding a car, the car moves forward slowly on the side of the mountain. The boat is wandering, unable to move forward; the horse is whining, making no end. When the wine glass is covered and not used, who would be interested in drinking from it? When the harp and harp are left unplayed, tears soak the long journey of Che Shi. Those who stay at home can only lie down in sorrow; their minds cannot be settled, and they seem to be missing something. The sun's shadow cast down the wall and submerged the brilliance; the moon climbed up the railing and shed a clear light. In the moonlit night, I saw red orchids covered with autumn dew, and green catalpa trees covered with frost. Looking around at the tall house, the heavy doors are closed and empty; with hands touching the brocade silk curtains, the people and things are gone and the things are desolate. It is expected that wanderers who have traveled far away will linger in their dreams, and their souls from other places are also flying towards their hometown.
Those who are so sad and ecstatic can only say goodbye! In addition, Qin and Wu are far away from the country, and Yan and Song are thousands of miles away. Sometimes moss begins to grow in spring, and suddenly the autumn wind picks up. As a result, my heart is broken and I feel miserable. The wind whistled, and the clouds were long and strangely colored. The boat is stagnant on the waterside, and the carriage is sluggish on the side of the mountain; the boat is rushing forward, and the horse is humming coldly. Who can control the gold wine cup? The jade pillar is covered with Shi. When people lie down in sorrow, they feel as if they are dead. The sun sets on the wall and the color sinks, and the moon rises and shines. Seeing the red orchid receiving dew, watching the green catalpa blooming away from the frost. When I patrolled, the couplets were empty, and when I touched the brocade curtain, it felt empty and cool. Knowing the wandering away from the dream, the spirit of farewell is soaring.
So, although the feeling of separation is the same, the instances of separation are vastly different. As for those who ride on tall horses with silver saddles and sit in luxurious carriages with embroidered curtains, they may hold banquets for travelers outside the Dongdu Gate in Chang'an, or give farewell to tourists at Jingu Stream in the northwest of Luoyang. The sound of pianos and feathers, the singing of flutes and drums, and the singing of beauties are so sad; their decorations with beads and jade are especially gorgeous in the scenery of late autumn, and their colorful clothes stand out in the scenery of early spring. Beautiful and bright on the outside. The beautiful singing makes the horses that are eating feed raise their heads to appreciate it, and the fish hiding in the deep pools also come to the surface to listen. However, when it comes to breaking up, there will inevitably be tears, and the anticipation of the loneliness after the breakup will inevitably be nerve-wracking.
Therefore, although separation is one thread, matters are related to all races. As far as the dragon and horse have silver saddles, Zhu Xuan embroidered scrolls, drinking in the Eastern Capital tent, and seeing off guests in the Golden Valley. The music and feathers are spread out, the flutes and drums are playing, and the songs of Yan and Zhao are playing to hurt the beauty; the pearls and jade are beautiful in late autumn, and the Luo and Qi are delicate in spring. The frightened horses raised their heads, and the fishes in the abyss raised their red scales. It hurts my hands and makes me cry, and I feel lonely and sad.
There are also knights who feel ashamed but have not repaid their kindness. They are young men who repay their kindness: Nie Zheng assassinated Han Xiang Xia Lei, Yu Rang avenged Zhi Bo, Zhuan Zhu assassinated King Liao of Wu, and Jing Ke entered the Qin Dynasty to report The acquaintance of Prince Yan. When they bid farewell to their parents, wives, country, and homeland, they all said goodbye with tears and stared at each other while wiping tears and blood. They drove the horses away without hesitation. As they watched their figures, the dust kicked up by the horses' hooves rose up from time to time. It was out of gratitude that they fought with a sword, and they did not sacrifice their lives in hell in exchange for a price. Wu Yang was shocked when he heard the sound of bells and drums in the Qin court. Nie I lay down on his body in Han and cried bitterly, feeling extremely sad.
There is a swordsman who is ashamed of his kindness, a young reporter, Zhao toilet in South Korea, Yanshi in Wu palace, who cuts off kindness and endures love, and leaves the country. Li weeping and crying, looking at each other with blood. When he drives his horses and ignores them, he sees the time when he is traveling in dust. The feeling of Fang Xian is from a sword, not the purchase price from the spring. The color of gold and stone changes due to the vibration, the flesh and blood are sad and the heart dies.
Sometimes there is a war on the border, and people join the army to guard the border, carrying bows and arrows. I will go to Liao River, which has no end; I will go to Yanshan Mountain, which reaches into the clouds. But my hometown is so beautiful. The inner rooms of the boudoir are warmed by the gentle breeze, and the fields and paths are filled with the fragrance of grass. The sun shines brightly in the sky, and the dewdrops on the ground are colorful. The sunlight makes the dust shine brilliantly, and the breath of the earth is full of spring. In this beautiful spring scenery, Pantiaozhe Li couldn't bear the hatred of separation, so he bid farewell to his beloved son and went to war. His clothes were wet with tears.
Perhaps the border counties were not at peace, so they joined the army without their feathers. The Liao River is endless, and the Yanshan Mountains are full of clouds. The wind is warm in the boudoir, and the grass on the street is scented. The sun rises in the sky and illuminates the scenery, and when it dews on the ground, it rises to the sky. The mirror is illuminated by red dust, and the smoke of the green air is thin. The locusts are paralyzed in the palladium, sending their beloved son to their skirts.
As for leaving and going to a far away country, where can we meet again? Looking at the tall trees, we say goodbye to our hometown; we stand at the bridge in the north and say goodbye to our relatives. The servants on the left and right were very emotional; the relatives and friends were in tears. Sitting on the ground covered with thorns, I wrote poems about farewell to each other. Only bottles of wine were left to drink, describing the sadness of this parting. What's more, this parting coincides with the days when wild geese fly south in autumn and the season when white dew falls. Complaining and complaining, the road to the far mountain is winding and winding; walking and walking, how can the long river bank be exhausted?
As if we have gone to the end of the country, how can we meet again? Look at the trees in my hometown and decide the north. Liang Xi died forever. The souls of the left and right are moving, and the relatives and guests are crying. But Jing Jing comes to give away hatred, and only bottles of wine express sorrow.
In autumn, when wild geese are flying in the sun, white dew falls. The distant mountains are full of complaints, and the long river and Mekong River are gone again and again.
Another example is that the husband lives to the west of Zi River and the wife lives to the north of the Yellow River. In the past, husband and wife would wash up together in the morning light, and sit in the same room and light incense in the evening. Now that the husband is an official thousands of miles away, it is pity that the wife is wasting her youth. Ashamed of the harp and harp in the boudoir, I had no intention of playing it because of separation; I was too lazy to go up to the high platform, causing the curtain to be long and dark. In spring, the courtyard is only covered with the color of moss; on an autumn night, the tents only contain the clear light of the bright moon. In summer, the day is endless while I move around on the bamboo mat; on winter eve, I watch the silver lantern alone and the night is long. Weaving a tapestry, the tears have been shed, making a palindrome, Gu Ying is sad alone.
Also if you live in Ziyou, your concubine lives in Heyang. Like the morning light of Qiong Pei, the evening fragrance of golden furnace. You have traveled thousands of miles with your ribbon, but you cherish the beauty of the Yao grass. I am ashamed of the harp and harp in the secluded boudoir, and I am ashamed of the yellow people on the high platform. The spring palace is the color of moss, and the autumn tent contains the bright moonlight. The summer mat is clear and the day never twilight, but the winter is so condensed that the night is so long! The tapestry has been weeping, and the palindrome poems are only wounded by the shadows.
Perhaps there is Fang Tu seeking immortality in Huayin Mountain, taking elixirs and returning to the mountains. The magic is already profound but he continues to practice it; the Taoism is already very advanced but has not yet been truly taught. They guarded the alchemy stove wholeheartedly and did not care about worldly affairs, and they were determined to refine the elixir. If you become an immortal, you can fly across the rivers and rivers on a crane; if you attain enlightenment, you can soar into the sky on a luan. A moment of travel can lead to a journey of thousands of miles, and a brief separation can lead to a thousand years of human life. Just because the world values ??separation, it is inevitable to be infinitely attached to the world when we say goodbye.
There is a sergeant named Huayin, who can eat as much as he can. The technique is wonderful but still learned, the Tao has become silent but has not been taught. Keeping the alchemy stove without paying attention, refining the alchemy cauldron but becoming strong. Riding a crane to the Han Dynasty, riding a crane to the sky. Travel thousands of miles, see each other for a thousand years. But the world is full of farewell, but I still thank my master.
In addition, there are also poems about "giving peony as a gift" and the singing of "beauties from the north, the beauties of the Wei State who have a tryst in the mulberry trees, and the girls of the Chen State who have made an appointment in the palace. When the spring grass is green, the spring water The clear waves are rippling, how sad is it to say goodbye to your beloved in Nanpu? As for the autumn dew, it is like a pearl, the curve of the autumn moon is like jade, the bright moon is crystal clear, and the dew frost makes me feel that time is fleeting. I am separated from you, but what lingers in my heart is my longing.
There are poems about peony and songs about beautiful women. The guard girl in the mulberry tree is sent to the palace by Chen E. The spring grass is green and the spring water is green. Jun Nanpu, how can I be hurt? Even the autumn dew is like pearls, the autumn moon is like silicon, and the bright moon is white. Time passes. The separation from my son makes my mind wander.
So the kind of separation is different. There are thousands of reasons. When there is separation, there must be sorrow; when there is sorrow, the heart will be filled with sorrow. Even if Wang Bao and Yang Xiong's poems are exquisite, Yan An and Xu Le's writing is exquisite. Even if there are talented people in Jinmamen and heroes in Lan Taizhong, even if they have the reputation of "Ling Yun" and the reputation of "Dragon Carving", who can describe the appearance of a short separation and express the mood of eternal farewell? What!
Because the other side is uncertain, if you don't care about thousands of names, you will be resentful, and if you are resentful, you will be filled with resentment.
Although Yuan Yun's ink is exquisite, Yan Le's pen is exquisite, the Yan Gui's officials, and the heroes of Lantai are called Ling Yun, and Bian has the sound of carved dragons, who can imitate the appearance of temporary separation and write the emotion of eternal farewell? !