Long hair went deep into the mountains and became a savage with a terrible shape. As soon as my relatives and friends saw me, they all looked at me in surprise, as if they had seen a poisonous beast and were afraid to contact me.
I have written "self-poems" and tried to commit suicide many times, but I still live on earth because I haven't finished writing "The Book of Chambers". But there is often no rice in the urn, so it is impossible to cook to satisfy hunger.
Only then did I understand that Boyi and Shu Qi's parents really starved to death in shouyangshan, saying that they didn't want to eat Zhou Su was an exaggeration and whitewash of later generations. 2. From this, I thought I grew up in Wang and Xie's family and lived a luxurious life. Today, I got this kind of retribution: taking bamboo hat as the head and sandals as the heel to compare with the gorgeous crown and shoes I enjoyed before; Take clothes as retribution for wearing fur and linen as retribution for taking gingerbread, compared with the previous light and warm clothes; Taking bean leaves as the retribution for eating meat and coarse grains as the retribution for polished rice, the habit is opposite to the previous food; Take grass as a warm mattress reward and stone as a soft pillow reward, which is used to oppose gentle things; Take the rope pivot as the retribution of the superior household pivot and the urn as the retribution of the bright window, which is used to dry Gao Shuang's bedroom; Smoke is the retribution of the eyes, and dung odor is the retribution of the nose, which is used to enjoy the fragrance instead of the previous enjoyment; Trekking is retribution for feet, carrying bags is retribution for shoulders, and it was opposite to the former sedan chair servants.
All kinds of crimes in the past can be seen in all kinds of results today.
2. Tao Dream One Billion Preface Original: Tao Guo is destroyed, and there is no return.
Furred into the mountains, he is a savage. In the past, seeing it was like a poisonous beast, and you were afraid to meet it.
Every time I write a poem, I want to draw a conclusion, because the book "Stone Room" has not been finished yet, so I still have to rely on the world. However, the bottle of millet has been used up repeatedly, so it is impossible to make a fire.
I just know that the first Yang and the second old man starved to death and didn't eat, which is still the makeup of later generations. You can make pen and ink when you are hungry.
Considering the growth of Wang He and Xie, it was quite extravagant. Today, the result paid off: I lost my skull with my hat, my heel with my donkey, and avenged myself; Revenge for Qiu, revenge for Zhu and revenge for Qing; Reward meat with huo, return food with Jia, and hate sweetness; Reward the bed with recommendations, pillow with stones, and complain with gentleness; Report the fulcrum with a rope, report it with an urn, and hold a grudge; Smoke for your eyes, shit for your nose, and Qiu; Pay back the road, pay back the shoulder with the bag, and follow the enemy. All kinds of crimes are seen in all kinds of results.
The rooster crows at the pillow, and the night wind returns. Because I miss Yu's life, I am prosperous and beautiful, and I have dreamed for fifty years.
Today, when millet is mature and spinning ant nests, how to digest it? Yao thought about the past, recorded it as a book, asked questions before the Buddha, and confessed one by one. Different ages, different chronologies; No matter what kind, don't "Zhi Lin".
Draw one occasionally, such as wandering the old road, seeing an old friend and a city dweller, and becoming complacent. "You can't talk about dreams in front of idiots" is true.
Once upon a time, there was a porter in Xiling who was in charge of drinking. As a result, he slipped and broke the urn. I can't afford it, so I just sit there and think, "It's good to have a dream."
A poor scholar tried Chinese style in a rural area before going to the Ming Road banquet. Suddenly, he was in shock and said to himself, "Is it a dream?" A dream, lest it be not a dream, lest it be a dream, is an idiot. I had a big dream today, and I am still dreaming.
Because of sighing for the literati, fame and fortune are hard to change, politics is like the dream of Handan, and Zhong You and Lu Sheng are left behind, and they still want to copy the couch and two kings for future generations. Its name is a bit rooted, as strong as a relic, and it is fierce to rob the fire, but it still burns.
Tao An's country was destroyed and homeless. Her long hair went into the mountains and became a terrible savage. When my relatives and friends see me, it's like seeing a poisonous beast. They looked at me in surprise and were afraid to contact me.
I wrote my own poem, and I often want to commit suicide, but I still live on earth because I haven't finished writing the Book of Chambers. However, the rice bottle is often empty, so you can't make a fire to cook.
Only then did I understand that Boyi and Shu Qi really starved to death, saying that they didn't want to eat the food of the Zhou Dynasty was an exaggeration and whitewash by later generations. From this, I think that I grew up in Xie's family and enjoyed a luxurious life. Now I am suffering from such karma: I take bamboo hat as the head karma and straw sandals as the heel karma to compare with the gorgeous crowns and shoes I used to enjoy; Take clothes as retribution for wearing fur and linen as retribution for taking gingerbread, compared with the previous light and warm clothes; Taking bean leaves as the retribution for eating meat and coarse grains as the retribution for polished rice used to be opposite to food.
Recommend grass as retribution for warm mattress, stone as retribution for soft pillow, and habit is opposite to warm and soft things; Take the rope pivot as the retribution of the superior household pivot and the urn as the retribution of the bright window, which is used to dry Gao Shuang's bedroom; Smoke is the retribution of the eyes, and dung odor is the retribution of the nose, which is used to enjoy the fragrance instead of the previous enjoyment; Trekking is retribution for feet, carrying bags is retribution for shoulders, and it was opposite to the former sedan chair servants. All kinds of crimes in the past can be seen in all kinds of results today.
Hearing the crowing of the chickens on the pillow, the pure and quiet mood has just recovered. Therefore, when I look back on my life, prosperity disappears in the blink of an eye. For fifty years, it has been just a dream.
Now I should wake up from Huang Liangmeng and Conan's dream. How can I benefit from today? I can only remember the distant past, write it down as soon as I remember it, and take it to the Buddha to confess. What you write is not in chronological order, and you don't have to write the year; It is not classified to distinguish it from the branch forest.
Occasionally, I will take a look at it, as if I have been to a place I have been before and met an old friend. Although the castle is still there and people are gone, I am very happy. I'm such an idiot that I never dreamed of.
There used to be a porter in Xiling who picked out wine for people. He accidentally fell down and broke the jar. It is estimated that there is no compensation, so I sat for a long time and thought, "just dream!" " Another poor scholar passed the juren examination and attended the banquet in Ming Road. In a daze, he thought it was not true and bit his arm and said, "Stop dreaming!" " "The same is true of dreams. One is afraid that it is not a dream, and the other is even a dream, but they are just like idiots.
I'm about to wake up from my big dream now, but I'm still playing tricks. This is talking in my sleep again. Therefore, people who sigh can give full play to their intelligence and write articles, and their reputation is really hard to change, just like when the dream of Handan was coming to an end and the dawn was coming, Lu Sheng wanted to spread the calligraphy of the imitation couch two kings to future generations in his legacy.
So their name roots are as strong as Buddhist relics, and they can't be burned even if they are robbed by fierce fire. Extended data:
Tao An Mon Yi Xu is the recommended work in Unit 5 of Appreciation of Ancient Poetry and Prose in China, an elective Chinese textbook for senior high schools published by People's Education Press.
Selected from Zhang Dai's Poems, it is the preface written by Zhang Dai, an essayist and historian in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, for his masterpiece Dream of Tao An. The article describes the bleak life and complicated mood after the collapse of our country.
In Zhang Dai's works, the hatred of home and country, the sadness of reality, the feeling of repentance, the joy of revisiting the old place, the obsession of "the dream will eventually be lost" and the obsession of "the name is deep, as strong as the relic" and the self-mockery of this obsession and persistence are intertwined, making life a dream. There are many new words in the article, and the literal meaning is difficult to understand.
The new curriculum standard of Chinese in senior high school points out that students should learn excellent traditional culture, guide them to study texts independently with notes and reference books, and combine the learned ancient Chinese to sort out the common content words, function words and special sentence patterns in classical Chinese, so as to improve their ability to read ancient Chinese. Now Dream of Tao 'an (hereinafter referred to as Dream of Memory, in fact, the real name of this book is Dream of Memory) has been recognized by critics as a work after the Ming Dynasty. Some even say that since these essays were written in the Qing Dynasty, they should be included in the history of literature in the Qing Dynasty.
So an absurd image of remembering the prosperity of the past to pin the pain of national subjugation and repenting the past gradually emerged.
3. Tao An's "Preface to Remembering Dreams" knowledge points in classical Chinese: Tao An was ruined and homeless. Long hair went deep into the mountains and became a savage with a terrible shape. As soon as my relatives and friends saw me, they all looked at me in surprise, as if they had seen a poisonous beast and were afraid to contact me. I have written "self-poems" and tried to commit suicide many times, but I still live on earth because I haven't finished writing "The Book of Chambers". But there is often no rice in the urn, so it is impossible to cook to satisfy hunger. Only then did I understand that Boyi and Shu Qi's parents really starved to death in shouyangshan, saying that they didn't want to eat Zhou Su was an exaggeration and whitewash of later generations.
From this, I thought I grew up in Wang and Xie's family and lived a luxurious life. Today, I got this kind of retribution: taking bamboo hat as the head and sandals as the heel to compare with the gorgeous crown and shoes I enjoyed before; Take clothes as retribution for wearing fur and linen as retribution for taking gingerbread, compared with the previous light and warm clothes; Taking bean leaves as the retribution for eating meat and coarse grains as the retribution for polished rice, the habit is opposite to the previous food; Praise grass as a warm mattress and stone as a soft pillow, as opposed to gentle things; Take the rope pivot as the retribution of the superior household pivot and the urn as the retribution of the bright window, which is used to dry Gao Shuang's bedroom; Smoke is the retribution of the eyes, and dung odor is the retribution of the nose, which is used to enjoy the fragrance instead of the previous enjoyment; Trekking is retribution for feet, carrying bags is retribution for shoulders, and it was opposite to the former sedan chair servants. All kinds of crimes in the past can be seen in all kinds of results today.
Hearing the crowing of the chickens on the pillow, the pure and quiet mood has just recovered. Therefore, when I look back on my life, prosperity disappears in the blink of an eye. For fifty years, it has been just a dream. Now that the pipe is cooked and the car is back from the nest, how should we spend the day? I can only remember the distant past, write it down as soon as I remember it, and take it to the Buddha to confess. What is written is not in chronological order, so it is different from the chronology; Nor are they arranged by category to distinguish them from branch forests. Occasionally, I will take out one to have a look, as if I have been to a place I have been before and met an old friend. Although the castle is still there and no one is there, I am very happy alone. I'm such an idiot that I never dreamed of.
There used to be a porter in Xiling who picked out wine for people. He accidentally fell and broke the jar. It is estimated that there is no compensation, so I sat for a long time and thought, "just dream!" " Another poor scholar has passed the juren examination and is attending a banquet in Ming Road. Suddenly, thinking it was not true, he bit his arm and said, "Stop dreaming!" " "The same is true of dreams. One is afraid that it is not a dream, and the other is even a dream, but they are just like idiots. I'm about to wake up from my big dream now, but I'm still playing tricks. This is talking in my sleep again. Therefore, it is difficult to change the reputation of a scholar who sighs with wisdom, just like when the dream of Handan was coming to an end and the dawn was coming, Lu Sheng wanted to spread the calligraphy of the two kings on his couch to future generations. Therefore, its name root is as strong as a relic, and it can't be burned even if it is robbed and burned.
4. Seek the ancient Chinese translation of Tao An's Dream Memory by Zhang Dai (Meihua Bookstore) Zhang Dai's Dream Memory by Tao An Meihua Bookstore. The old house behind Calyx Building is tilted, and the rest is built with four feet, thus building a big bookstore. The wide ear room next to it is like a tulle with a couch. Three-fold front and back, the toe of the back wall altar, and the big peony with watermelon pulp. Charm its side. Megan planted passion fruit, winding like a tassel. Outside the window, there is a secret bag on the bamboo shed. The grass under the steps is three feet deep, and begonias are scattered and mixed. The front and rear windows are open, and the treasure bag contains Xifu, which is gradually green and dark. I was sitting and lying in it, and I was not a good guest, so I had to go in. Nim bypassed Qingshui and built a big library with Yunlin Secret Pavilion. The wing on one side of the library (there are one or two rooms with small depth and height on both sides of the main room, which are called wing like two ears hanging on both sides of the main room) has been expanded, and a lounge is separated by a partition like a gauze cabinet, and a couch is placed inside. There are open spaces in front of and behind the library. I planted three big peonies (watermelon pulp) at the root of the back wall. More than 300 flowers bloom every year. There are two Xifu begonia trees planted in front of the bridge in front of the study. When the flowers bloom, the lush flowers seem to have accumulated a few feet of fragrant snow, which is beautiful and pleasant. The front yard was a little high, so I built a stone terrace opposite the wall, built several rockeries with stone trees in Taihu Lake, planted the lush Xixi plum blossom in Gu Zhuo, and planted several Yunnan teas next to it. The rockery by the lake is set off by charming flower trees. Passionflower seeds cover the ground under plum blossoms. There is a bamboo pavilion outside the library window, so many precious flowers (climbing roses) are planted to cover it. Thick grass grows under the steps, and some begonias are sparsely dotted in the grass. The front and rear windows of the library are very bright. After the precious flower Begonia Xifu grows luxuriantly outside the window, the shade blocks the sunshine. The room is quiet and cool. All my leisure and rest are spent in this bookstore. I'm not a literary geek, so I won't let him in. This bookstore was originally named Meihua Bookstore. Because I have always admired Ni Yunlin's book kiosk "Qing Shu", I named it "Yunlin Secret House".
5. The cockfighting classical Chinese translated from vernacular Chinese is in Meng Yi, Tao An. Cockfighting Association:
In the second year of the Apocalypse (1622), cockfighting was very popular, so I founded a cockfighting club under Longshan Mountain and wrote an article "Cockfighting" imitating Wang Bo in the Tang Dynasty.
Uncle Zhong, Qin Yisheng and others gambled with me every day with antiques, calligraphy and paintings, Sichuan fans and other items. My chicken beat them many times. Uncle Zhong was very angry, so he put a metal cover and protective equipment on the chicken's feet and feathers respectively. He tried everything he could to help the chicken fight, but he still didn't win.
Uncle Zhong heard that the son of Hou Fan Kuai in Wuyang, Xuzhou is the best in the world. Their cockfighting Darkmouth, with a long neck, is bold enough to eat rice on a high table. Zhong Shu was moved and secretly sent someone to search for this kind of cockfighting. After no result, he became even angrier.
One day, I saw in unofficial history that Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty was born in the unitary year and died because he liked cockfighting. I was born in January of a year, so I gave up this hobby.
Original text:
There are good cockfighting in the apocalypse, and a cockfighting club was set up at the foot of Longshan Mountain, imitating Wang Bo's "cockfighting" and sharing a club. On his first birthday, Qin brought antiques, calligraphy and paintings, Sichuan fans and other things to Apollo, which was amazing again and again.
Uncle Zhong is angry and far away from him. You can introduce his feathers. Anyone who can help his shoulder bangs has no choice. Invincible.
It is said that the descendants of Hou Fan Kuai in Wuyang, Xuzhou, with a long neck and a black beak, can peck millet on a high table. Zhong Shu was moved. He sent a secret envoy to visit him, but he couldn't. He was very angry.
One day, I read Chen Shi, and it is said that Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty was born in the unitary month of the unitary year, so he died of cockfighting. I was born in a month of the year, so I stopped.
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About the author:
Zhang Dai (1597101October 5-1680? ), the early word acropolis, the later word zongzi, and the word Tiansun. Because the Book of Chambers is called "Shi Gong", it is also called Shi Gong, with a name, followed by Liu Xiuju, Diean, Gu Jian (old man, Gu Jian) and Lu.
Yin Shan, Zhejiang (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang) was born in Jianmen, Sichuan (hence the name "Shu Ren"). During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, he was known as the "Four Historians of East Zhejiang" with Tan Qian, Wan Sitong and Cha Jizuo in history, and was famous for his essays in literary creation.
Zhang Dai was born in an official family. He suffered from phlegm disease in his early years and lived in his grandfather's house to recuperate. In addition to being called "today's river" by his uncle Tao Huxi because of his intelligence and kindness, he also proposed that "painting with poetry is not good; Taking poetry as poetry is not good.
During the early years of the Apocalypse and Chongzhen, he wandered freely and left a lot of poems. In the eighth year of Chongzhen (1635), he took the provincial examination and failed to enter the official position. After the death of Emperor Chengzu of Ming Dynasty, he first avoided the disaster of soldiers and lived in seclusion in Siming Mountain. After the military disaster, he persisted in poverty and began to devote himself to writing, including Tao Anmeng, West Lake Dream and Shishi Book.
In the fourth year of Kangxi (1665), he wrote "Epitaph for himself", which meant that he was dying. Later, in the 19th year of Kangxi (1680), he died at the age of 84 and was buried in Yinshan.