Traditional Chinese version of "Post-Red Cliff Fu"

Traditional Post-Red Cliff Fu: It is the hope of October. Two guests returned to Linyi after stepping on Tang Xue. After the yellow mud, the frost and dew in Osaka have fallen, and all the leaves have fallen. The figure is on the ground, looking up at the bright moon, admiring it, singing and answering, and sighing: "There are guests without wine, there is wine without food, and the moon is white and clear. What is such a good night? " The guest said, "At dusk today, I got a fish with a huge scale, like a Songjiang perch. How about Gu 'an's wine? " Go home and find a woman. The woman said, "I have a barrel of wine. I have been hiding for a long time, just afraid that my son will need it. " So I swam to the red cliff with wine and fish. There is the sound of the river, the thousands of feet is broken, the mountains are high and the moon is small, and the truth comes out. Once the sun and moon geometry, Jiangshan can no longer recognize it! Jade wears clothes, walks stones, wears velvet, lives in tigers and leopards, climbs dragons, climbs storks' dangerous nests and overlooks the secluded palace in Feng Yi. You can't cover two guests at will. However, the whistling, the vibration of vegetation, the sound of mountains and valleys, and the wind and water are surging. Giving is also quiet and sad, awe and fear, and it is impossible to stay. Instead, get on the boat, let it flow and stop it. It will be half past midnight, and I will be lonely. There is a solitary crane, and the river comes from the east. Wings, like wheels, suddenly rang and swept to the boat and left to the west. The guest left, gave it and fell asleep. I dreamed that a Taoist priest was wandering under the eaves in his clothes and said, "Is it the joy of Chibi?" Ask his name, but don't answer. "alas! Hey! I know all about it. Isn't it a child who flew past me the night before? " The Taoist priest smiled and was surprised. Open an account and have a look. I can't see it.

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.