Author: Su Shi
Source: Complete Works of Su Dongpo
This year1October 15, I set out from Tang Xue and prepared to return to Lingaoge. Two guests followed me and walked through the yellow clay board together. At this time, it was first frost, and all the leaves fell out. Our figure was reflected on the ground, and we looked up and saw the bright moon hanging high. Looking around, I am very happy; So as they walked, they sang poems and rewarded each other. After a while, I said regretfully, "There are guests without wine, and there is wine without food." The moonlight is bright and the breeze is blowing gently. How can I spend such a wonderful night? A guest said, "Tonight, I cast my net and caught a fish with a big mouth and fine scales, which is shaped like a bass in Wusong River. But where can I get wine? "I went home to discuss with my wife, who said," I have a barrel of wine, which I have kept for a long time for a rainy day. "In this way, we visited the bottom of Chibi again with wine and fish. The flowing water of the Yangtze River makes a sound, and the steep bank of the river is steep; The mountains are high and the moon is small, the water level drops and the rocks are exposed. It's just how many days have passed, and I can't recognize the river view I saw last time! I lifted my skirt and went ashore, stepping on steep rocks and pushing aside messy weeds; Crouching on the strange stone in the shape of tiger and leopard, sometimes pulling the branches in the shape of dragon, climbing the cliff where birds of prey nest and overlooking the deep palace of Feng Yi, the water god. Neither guest can follow me to such a high place. I screamed loudly, the vegetation shook, the mountains sang with me, the deep valleys echoed, and the wind surged. I feel sad, too. I felt scared and held my breath silently. I think it's horrible here. I can't stay long. Go back to the boat, row the boat to the middle of the river, let it drift and stop there. It's nearly midnight. Looking around, I feel very cold and lonely. There happened to be a crane flying across the river from the east, with wings as big as wheels. Kuroha on his tail was a black skirt and dressed in white. It suddenly stretched out its voice and cried, wiping our boat and flying west. After a while, the guests left and I went home to sleep. I dreamed that a Taoist priest, dressed in feathers, walked briskly to your Excellency Lingao, bowed to me and said, "Did you have a good trip to Chibi?" "I asked his name, but he bowed his head and didn't answer." Oh! Oh, dear! I know everything about you. Last night, I flew on the phone, wasn't it you? "The Taoist priest turned to laugh, and I suddenly realized. When I opened the door, I couldn't see where he was.