Yuan Hongdao's The Story of Tiger Hill
Tiger hill can enter the city for six or seven miles, and its mountain is not high or steep, so it is close to the city alone, so boats are everywhere on the flute and drum tower. Every month at night, in the morning of flowers and in the evening of snow, tourists come and go, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is the best. Every day the whole city is closed, arm in arm. Well-dressed men and women, they went down to the house, wearing beautiful makeup and clothes, tired of sitting, bought wine and paid for the trip, from Qianshi to the gate, like a row. Sandalwood piled up in the mountains and clouds poured down. Looking from a distance, it is like geese falling on the flat sand, Xiapu on the river, thunder rolling, lightning and thunder.
There were thousands of singers at the beginning of the mat, and if mosquitoes gathered, the sound would be unrecognizable. Divide Cao's deployment and fight for voices; Although elegance and vulgarity are old, beauty is different. Only a few dozen people shook their heads and stamped their feet. The bright moon floats, the stone light is like practice, all the tiles are still silent, and it belongs to harmony for only three or four generations. One flute and one inch tube, one person sings slowly, bamboo and meat blend together, and the sound is refreshing, selling the listener's soul. Compared with late at night, when the moon is in chaos, the flute board will not be used again. A lady will appear and four seats will hold their breath. If the voice is fine, it will resound through the sky. If you listen to every word for a few minutes, the birds will wander for it, and the brave will cry for it.
The spring of the sword is unfathomable, and the flying stone is like cutting. Thousands of acres of clouds have made Tianchi Mountain beautiful, and the mountains and valleys are beautiful and most attractive. But after noon, the sun shines on people, and I can't stand sitting for a long time. Wenchang Pavilion is also good, and the trees in the later period are particularly impressive. Facing north is the former site of Pingyuantang, which is endless and empty, with only Yushan in front of it. This hall has been abandoned for a long time, so Yu and Jiang Jin's plan has been revived, hoping to visit Suzhou and; And if you are sick, you will beg for it, and you will be afraid of it. The mountains and rivers are flourishing, and sometimes you believe them!
I collected Wu for two years and climbed Tiger Hill for six years. Finally, he boarded with Jiang and Fang Zigong, and the late moon was born on Gongshi. When the singers heard the order, they all avoided hiding. I said, "What a pity! Being a soap official is too vulgar! One day to be an official, some people don't listen to this stone, such as the bright moon! " Today, I am lucky to be called Wu Ke. Moon in Tiger Hill, I wonder if I still know the story behind it?
Yuan Hongdao's Translation of Tiger Hill
Tiger Hill is about six or seven miles from downtown. There are no peaks and valleys in this mountain. Just because it is close to the city, there is not a day when a cruise ship playing music does not go. Whenever there is a moon at night, in the morning of flowering season and in the evening of snowy day, tourists come and go, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is the most bustling and lively.
On this day, the whole city closed its doors and came hand in hand. Scholar-bureaucrats, gentry, women and even the poor all painted faces, dressed in fresh and beautiful clothes, covered with mats layer by layer, and placed wine and vegetables in the middle of the road, from the thousand stones to the mountain gate, densely connected like comb teeth and fish scales. Sandalwood boards are piled up like mountains and poured like clouds. From a distance, they look like a flock of geese perched on a flat beach. Colorful clouds cover the river, and lightning and thunder make it impossible to describe its shape in detail.
When the seat was first set up, hundreds of people were singing, and the sound was like mosquitoes gathering together, which was impossible to distinguish. Wait for the team to arrange and compete with the voice; Elegant music and pop music are presented separately, and beauty and ugliness are naturally separated. Soon, only a few dozen people shook their heads and stamped their feet and sang to the beat. After a while, the bright moon rose to the sky and the moonlight shone on the stone like white silk. All vulgar songs and music stopped sounding, and only three or four people sang along. A flute, an inch pipe, a person singing slowly on the board, wind music accompanied by human voice, the sound is crisp and crisp, so that the listener is deeply moved. Wait until late at night, the moon is setting in the west, the shadows are scattered, and even the flute board is not needed. When a man came on stage, everyone around him held their breath. The sound is like a thin straight hair, which resounds through the sky, and almost every word is delayed for an instant. Birds fly back and forth, and strong men are moved to tears.
The sword spring is unfathomable and the steep rock is like an axe. Qianqingyun is a good place for guests to drink because there are several mountains such as Tianchi, with peaks and valleys. But after noon, the sun is pressing and I can't sit for long. Wenchang Pavilion is also good, and the scenery in the forest is particularly charming at night. Facing north is the former site of Pingyuan Hall, which is empty and clear. Only Yushan Mountain can be seen far away, such as small black spots. This hall has been abandoned for a long time. Jiang and I discussed ways to repair it and wanted to worship Wei, Bai Juyi and others in it, but I soon fell ill. Now that I've resigned, I'm afraid my interest in entering it is gone. The prosperity and desolation of mountains and rivers do have their luck!
He worked as an official in Wuxian for two years and climbed the Tiger Hill six times. For the last time, I boarded it with Jiang and Fang Zigong and sat on the original stone waiting for the moon to rise. The singers all hid when they heard that the county magistrate was coming. Therefore, I said to Jin Zhi, "How powerful and rude these officials are! I won't be an official in the future. Those who don't listen to songs on this stone have the moon as evidence! " Now I am fortunate to be dismissed from my official position and live in Wuxian. Do you still remember what I said, Tiger Hill Moon? (Li Mengsheng)