first, the background of creation
Fu on the Red Wall was written during Su Shi's relegation to Huangzhou, one of the most difficult periods in his life. In the second year of Song Shenzong Yuanfeng (179), he was accused of writing a poem "Slamming the Imperial Court" and was impeached by the Imperial censor. He was arrested and imprisoned, which was known as "Wutai Poetry Case". Su Shi was arrested and imprisoned for writing "Huzhou Xie Shangbiao" and was accused of slandering the imperial court. "After several rebuilds", he was tortured. After being rescued by many parties, he was released in December of that year and was demoted as the deputy ambassador of Huangzhou Youth League Training, but "no official business signing, no unauthorized placement." This is undoubtedly a kind of "semi-prisoner" controlled life. In the fifth year of Yuanfeng (182), Su Shi traveled around Chibi twice on July 16th and October 15th, and wrote two poems on Chibi. Later generations called the first one "Former Chibi Fu" and the second one "Hou Chibi Fu".
Second, the attached original text is as follows:
Former Red Cliff Fu
Song Su Shi
Autumn is endless, and in July, Su Zi and his guests are boating under the Red Cliff. The breeze blew gently, and the water was unable to reach the water. Raise the glass to toast to the companion, recite the article related to the moon, extolling the chapter. Not long, the moon rises from the Dongshan, wandering between the Dipper and Ox. The milky fog runs across the surface of the river, and the clear water is connected to the sky. Let the boat be floating on the river of mangwubianji, across the vast expanse of the river. The vastness is like feng Xu's wind, and I don't know where it ends; Floating like a world of independence, feathering and becoming immortal.
So he was very happy to drink and sang. The song said, "Gui Gui is like a blue oar, striking the sky and tracing the streamer. I am pregnant, and I hope that the beauty will be one side. " The guest has a blowjob, and he leans on the song to make peace. Its voice is whiny, like resentment, like crying; The lingering sound is endless. Can make the dragon in the deep valley dance, can make the widow on a boat to hear tears.
Su Zi was sad and sat in danger, and asked the guest, "What is it?" The guest said, "There are few stars in the moon, and blackbirds fly south." Is this not a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking at Xiakou in the west, looking at Wuchang in the east, the mountains and rivers are misty and gloomy. Is this not because Meng Dezhi is trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou, went down to Jiangling, and went downstream to the east. He was thousands of miles long, covered with flags, drank wine and sang poems across the river, and became a hero of the world. Now, where is he? My son and I are fishing on the river, and we are friends with fish and shrimp and elk, driving a boat with a leaf, and raising bottles to belong to each other. Sending ephemera to heaven and earth is a drop in the ocean. Mourn my life for a moment, and admire the infinity of the Yangtze River. Fly with flying fairy, hold the bright moon and end up long. I can't understand it suddenly, and my legacy is heard in hentai.
su zi said, "do you know what the water and the moon are like? The deceased is like this, but he has never been there; Those who are full of deficiency are like that, while those who die are not ebbing and flowing. Gai will look at it from its changers, then heaven and earth can't be in an instant; If you look at it from its unchangeable point of view, then things and I will be endless, but why envy it! Besides, between heaven and earth, everything has its own owner, and if it is not mine, I will take it for nothing. However, the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains are heard by the ears, and they are beautiful when they meet, and they are inexhaustible. It is the endless hiding place of the creator, and my son and I are in the right place. " (* * * Suitable for one work: * * * Eat)
Guests smile when they are happy, and it is more appropriate to wash their lamps. The dishes and the fruit were all eaten, leaving only the cup on the table in a mess. Sleeping in the boat with each other sleeping, I know that the horizon has been white.
Translation
In the autumn of Renxu, on July 16th, Su Shi and his friends went boating under the Red Cliff. The breeze is blowing, and the water is not wavering. Raise your glass and propose a toast to your partner, chanting articles related to the bright moon and praising this chapter. Soon, the bright moon rose from the back of Dongshan Mountain, hovering between Dousu and Niusu. The white mist crosses the river, and the clear water is connected to the sky. Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross the boundless river. (My feelings) Mighty, just like riding the wind out of thin air, but I don't know where to stop. Being on cloud nine is like abandoning the world, becoming detached and independent, becoming a fairy and entering a fairyland.
At this time, I became happy after drinking. I rapped the ship's rail with my hand and sang in response. The song sings: "The osmanthus wooden boat paddles the vanilla oars, facing the empty waves and the floodlight of the running water. My heart is far away, and I want Iraqis to be on the other side of the world. " There are guests who play the flute, who sing with the rhythm, and the flute whines: like resentment, like longing, like crying, like talking, and the ending is sad, tactfully and long, like a continuous filament. Can make the dragon in the deep valley dance for it, can make the widow in the lonely boat cry.
Su Shi's face was sad and sad. (He) straightened his clothes and sat upright, and asked the guest, "Why (melody) is so sad?" The companion replied: "The moon stars are scarce, and the blackbirds fly south." Isn't this a poem by Cao Gong and Meng De? You can see Xiakou to the west and Wuchang to the east. The mountains and rivers are contiguous and green. Isn't that where Cao Mengde was besieged by Zhou Yu? At the beginning, he captured Jingzhou, won Jiangling, and went downstream along the Yangtze River. His warships stretched for thousands of miles, covered the sky with banners, drank wine by the river, and recited poems with spears. He was really a lean man of the present generation, but where is he today? What's more, you and I are fishing and chopping wood on the water island by the river, keeping company with fish and shrimp, and being friends with elk. (We) are driving this small boat and raising cups and cups to toast each other. (We) are in a vast world like a mayfly, as small as a millet in the sea. (Alas,) lament that our life is only a short moment, and envy the endless Yangtze River. (I want to) travel around with the immortals hand in hand, and embrace the bright moon and live forever in the world. (I) know that these can't be obtained repeatedly, so I have to turn my regrets into flute sounds and entrust them to the sad autumn wind. "
Su Shi said, "Do you also know this water and the moon? Like this river, it has not really passed away; The round time is like this month, but it doesn't increase or decrease in the end. It can be seen that from the changeable side of things, there is not a moment between heaven and earth that does not change; From the unchangeable side of things, everything is as endless as one's own life. What is there to envy? Besides, between heaven and earth, everything has its own ownership, and if it is not what it should have, even a penny can't be obtained. Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can hear the sound when they reach your ears, and draw all kinds of colors when you enter your eyes. No one will forbid you to get these things, and you will never have to do your best to enjoy them. This is an inexhaustible treasure of the creator (gift), and you and I can enjoy it together. "
So the companion smiled happily and washed the cups and refilled the wine. All the dishes and fruits have been eaten, leaving only the cups and plates on the table in a mess. (Perilla and her companions) slept on each other's pillows in the boat, and before you know it, the sky has turned white.
III. About the author:
Su Shi (137-111) was a writer, painter and gourmet in the Northern Song Dynasty. Zi Zi Zhan,no. Dongpo lay man. Han nationality, Sichuanese, was buried in Yingchang (now jia county, Pingdingshan City, Henan Province). I have a bumpy career, profound knowledge, high talent, and excellent poetry, calligraphy and painting. His writing, Wang Yang, is unrestrained and fluent, and he is called Ousu with Ouyang Xiu, one of the "Eight Great Masters in Tang and Song Dynasties"; Poems are fresh and vigorous, making good use of exaggeration and metaphor, and their artistic expression is unique. They are also called Su Huang with Huang Tingjian. The school of bold and unconstrained ci has a great influence on later generations, and it is called Su Xin with Xin Qiji; Calligraphy is good at running script and regular script, and can create new ideas. It is full of ups and downs with a pen, and it is childlike. It is also called Song Sijia with Huang Tingjian, Mi Fei and Cai Xiang. Painting is the same as literature. On painting, it advocates spirit likeness and "scholar painting". He is the author of The Complete Works of Su Dongpo and Dongpo Yuefu.