Author: Su Shi's original essay is in autumn, looking forward to July, and Su Zi and his guests are boating under the red cliff.
it's a cool breeze in Xu Lai, but the waves are quiet. Raise the glass to toast to the companion, recite the article related to the moon, extolling the chapter.
Little Yan, the moon rises above the East Mountain, wandering between bullfights. The milky fog runs across the surface of the river, and the clear water is connected to the sky.
a reed's knowledge makes you feel at a loss. 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.
In the autumn of Renxu year, on July 16th, my guests and I were swinging a boat and playing under the Red Cliff. The breeze is blowing slowly, and the waves on the water are quiet.
Raise your glass and persuade the guests to drink with you, chant the poem "Moon Out" and sing the chapter "My Fair". After a while, the moon rose from the eastern mountain and lingered between Dousu and Niusu.
the river is covered with white mist, and the water is bright and connected with the sky. Let the water boat drift freely and float on the boundless river.
the river is far away, and the boat is sailing like a volley, and I don't know where it will stay; On cloud nine, it's like leaving the world, without attachments, and becoming a fairy who soars into a fairy fruit. In the original text, I was so happy to drink, and I sang it.
The song says, "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.
her voice is full of whine, such as resentment, yearning, weeping and complaining; The lingering sound is endless, dancing the hidden dumpling in the secluded valley and weeping for the lonely woman. At this time, drinking wine, I was very happy, so I knocked on the ship's rail and sang songs.
sang: "The oars made of osmanthus wood and blue wood beat the clear water waves and went upstream on the moonlit river. My feelings are far away, looking at the beauty in my heart, far away from the horizon. "
among the guests, some can play the flute, accompanied by singing, and the flute whimpers, like resentment, nostalgia, sobs and whispers. After blowing, the lingering sound is long, like a slender silk thread.
This sound can make the hidden dragon dance in the abyss and make the widow in the lonely boat weep. In the original text, 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." Isn't this 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.
it's a drop in the ocean to send ephemera to heaven and earth, mourning the moment of my life and admiring the infinity of the Yangtze river. Fly with flying fairy, hold the bright moon and end up long.
It's hard to get knowledge suddenly, and the legacy will resound in hentai. " I was a little sad, so I sat upright and asked the guest, "Why did you make such a sad voice?" The guest replied, "The moonlight is bright and the stars are scarce, and crows fly south." Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking to the west is Xiakou, and looking to the east is Wuchang. Surrounded by mountains and rivers, the plants are lush and green. Isn't that where Cao Cao was defeated by Zhou Yu? When he took Jingzhou, captured Jiangling and went down the river, warships connected thousands of miles, covered the sky with flags, drank wine on the river, and recited poems with spears. This was a hero for a while. Where is it now? Besides, you and I are fishing and firewood on the small continent in the middle of the river, taking fish and shrimp as partners and elk as friends; Driving a boat and toasting each other; Entrust ephemera's short life between heaven and earth, as small as a millet in the sea.
lament the shortness of our lives and envy the endless Yangtze River. I wish to travel with the gods and live forever with the bright moon.
Knowing that this wish can't be realized suddenly, I have to put this helpless mood in the tune and play it in the sad autumn wind. " Su Zi, the original text, said, "Do you know the husband's water and the moon? 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 own changes, 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 are endless, but why envy it? Moreover, between heaven and earth, everything has its own owner, and if it is not mine, it is nothing to take, but the wind on the river and the bright moon in the mountains, which is heard by the ears and colored by the eyes; There is no prohibition on taking it and it is inexhaustible. It is the endless hiding place of the creator, and my son and I are in the right place.
I said to the guest, "Do you know the truth about water and the moon? Water keeps flowing away like this, but it never actually flows away; The moon is full and short, but it has not lost or grown at last. It turns out that if we look at it from that aspect of change, then everything between heaven and earth has never remained the same in the blink of an eye; Look at it calmly in the same way, then things and ourselves are endless, what do we envy? Besides, between heaven and earth, everything has its own master. If it's not what I should have, I won't take anything.
Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains, when you listen to it, you hear the sound, when you look at it, you see the color. No one can forbid it, and you can enjoy it without exhausting it. This is the infinite treasure of nature, which you and I can enjoy together. " The original writer smiled with joy, and washed his lamp more carefully.
the dishes are exhausted, and the cups and plates are in a mess. Sleeping in the boat with each other sleeping, I know that the horizon has been white.
The guest smiled happily, washed the glass and refilled it. All the dishes and fruits have been eaten, and the cups and plates are in a mess.
We all slept on the boat, leaning against each other, and before we knew it, the white dawn had already appeared in the East. Former Red Cliff Fu Author: Su Shi's original text is the autumn, and in July, Su Zi and his guests are boating under the Red Cliff.
it's a cool breeze in Xu Lai, but the waves are quiet. Raise the glass to toast to the companion, recite the article related to the moon, extolling the chapter.
Little Yan, the moon rises above the East Mountain, wandering between bullfights. The milky fog runs across the surface of the river, and the clear water is connected to the sky.
a reed's knowledge makes you feel at a loss. 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.
In the autumn of Renxu year, on July 16th, my guests and I were swinging a boat and playing under the Red Cliff. The breeze is blowing slowly, and the waves on the water are quiet.
Raise your glass and persuade the guests to drink together, chant the poem "Moonrise" and sing the chapter "Gentle and graceful". After a while, the moon rose from the eastern mountain and lingered between Dousu and Niusu.
the river is covered with white mist, and the water is bright and connected with the sky. Let the water boat drift freely, floating in the boundless. 2. Journey to the West 29 Back to the original
Back to The Journey to the West 29 Author: Wu Cheng'en escaped from the difficult river and came to the land to thank Bajie for turning to the mountains and forests, saying: The delusion is no longer strong, so how can I really hope for it? The original nature is self-cultivation, and the delusion is before and after? Enlightenment means that you become right in an instant, and you are fascinated by it.
If you can combine your thoughts with your true practice, you can eliminate the sin of constant sand. The story goes that Pig and Friar Sand fought the monster for thirty rounds, and it was a dead heat.
why are you tied? When it comes to gambling, two monks, even twenty, are no match for that demon. Just for the Tang Priest's life, he didn't deserve to die. In secret, he was protected by the protector, and in the air, there were six Ding and six Jia, five Fang Jie Zhen, four-valued meritorious deeds, and eighteen guardians of Galand, who helped Pig and Friar Sand.
not to mention the three of them fighting, but the elder was crying in the cave, thinking about his apprentice, and his eyes were full of tears. "Wuneng, I didn't know you met good friends in that village and were greedy for food! Wujing, you don't know where to find him. Maybe you will? I'm afraid I met a demon and suffered here! When will I meet you, get out of trouble and go to Lingshan early! " Just as I was crying and worrying, I suddenly saw a woman coming out of the cave, holding the soul stake and calling, "Where are you from, Elder? Why is he tied here? " Hearing this, the elder peeped at the woman's age of about 3 with tears in his eyes, then said, "Bodhisattva, don't ask, I'm already dead. Come into your house. Eat if you want, and ask why? " The woman said, "I'm not a cannibal.
my home is more than 3 miles west of here. There is a city called Baoxiang Country.
I am the third princess of the king, whose name is Baihua Shame. I was married to this demon for thirteen years because I was caught by a gust of wind in the middle of playing with the moon on the night of August 15th thirteen years ago.
I have children in this life, and I haven't heard from them. I miss my parents and I can't meet them. Where did you come from and be caught by him? " The Tang Priest said, "I'm a monk sent to the Western Heaven to fetch Buddhist scriptures. I didn't expect to take a leisurely walk and bumped into this place by mistake.
Now I want to arrest my two disciples and steam them together. " The princess smiled apologetically. "Don't worry, Elder. Since you are a Buddhist monk, I can save you.
That treasure elephant country is your main road to the west. Please take a book with me and worship my parents, and I will teach him to spare you. " Sanzang nodded and said, "Bodhisattva, if she can still save the poor monk's life, she will be a messenger."
The princess made a sharp turn behind, so she wrote a letter from home, sealed it, and went to the pile to liberate the Tang Priest and gave it to him. The Tang Priest was relieved, holding a book in his hand and saying, "Bodhisattva, thank you for saving your life.
when I go to your place, I will definitely send it to the king. I'm afraid your parents won't recognize each other as time goes by. What can we do? Don't blame my poor monk for talking nonsense. "
the princess said, "well, my father and the king have no children, so I have three sisters. If I read this book, I will be impressed. Sanzang tightly sleeved the letter from home, thanked the princess, and went out. The princess caught him and said, "You can't get out at the front door! Those goblins, big and small, are waving flags and shouting outside the door, beating drums and screening gongs to help the king and fight with your disciples.
Go back to the back door. If the King catches you, you will be interrogated. I'm afraid the little demon will catch you, regardless of good or bad, and hurt your life with her. When I go to him, let me know.
If the King lets you go, I'll ask your apprentice for a sign and find you to go with me. " When Sanzang heard this, he kowtowed. As instructed, he bid farewell to the princess and hid himself away from the back door. He dared not go by himself and hid himself among thorns.
On the other hand, the Princess Empress, with a clever plan, rushed forward and went out. She separated the demons from the big and small groups, only to hear the clang of swords. It turned out that Pig Friar Sand and the monster were fighting in mid-air. The princess shouted loudly, "Huang Robang!" Hearing the princess's call, the demon king lost Pig Friar Sand, pressed the cloud head, grabbed the steel knife, and helped the princess, saying, "What do you want to say, Hunjia?" "Lang Jun," said the princess, "I just slept in the Luo Fu, and suddenly I saw a golden man in my dream."
The demon said, "That Jin Jiashen? Why come to our door? " The princess said, "When I was young, I secretly made a wish to God in the palace: if I had to recruit a virtuous man and a horse, I would go to a famous mountain, worship the fairy house and give alms to monks. Since you were assigned, couples have been having a good time, and they have never mentioned it until now.
The man in shining golden armor came to beg for vows, but when I woke up, it was a dream of Nanke. Therefore, I came to Lang Jun's place to report that I didn't expect a monk to be tied to the pile. I hope that Lang Jun will be kind and merciful, and I will spare the monk. I just want to make a vow with me. I wonder if Lang Jun will be willing? " "Bastard," said the monster, "you are so paranoid! What matters.
I'm going to eat people. Why don't I catch a few to eat there? Let this monk go when he gets there. " The princess said, "Lang Jun, let him go through the back door."
The demon said, "It's annoying, just let him go, and don't care about the back door or the front door." He grabbed a steel knife and shouted, "Come here, Pig.
I'm not afraid of you. I won't fight with you. I'll spare your master for my sake. Go to the back door before it's too late, find him and go west.
If you come to my realm again, you will never be spared! " Hearing this, Pig and Friar Sand seemed to be released from the jaws of death. They hurried to lead the horse and carry the burden, turned around the back door of Boyue Cavity and shouted, "Master!" The elder recognized the voice and agreed among the thorns. Friar Sand cut open the grass path, helped the master, and hurriedly mounted the horse.
here, it's cruel and dangerous to be met by a green-faced ghost. Thanks to diligence, a hundred flowers are ashamed. The anchovy took off the golden hook and swam with its tail wagged and head wagged.
Pig led the way, followed by Friar Sand, who went out of the pine forest and onto the road. Look, the two of them are making a lot of noise, burying their grievances, and Sanzang is just making peace.
If you stay at night, you will see the sky early when the cock crows, and you will walk 299 miles in road-side pavilion. I suddenly looked up and saw a good city, that is, the treasure elephant country.
what a nice place: misty clouds and a long way. Although the land is thousands of miles away, the scenery is generally forgiving.
The clouds are covered with auspicious smoke, the breeze and the bright moon are swaying-the distant mountains are full of pictures; Gurgling-the flowing water, breaking and splashing Qiong Yao. Cultivable fields, well-fed new seedlings of Mihui.
There are several three-stream songs for fishing and fishing, and one load and two peaks of pepper are picked by firewood. The outline of the outline, the city of the city, and the golden soup are consolidated; Family's family, family's family, only fight happily.
A nine-tiered pavilion is like a temple, and its lofty terraces are like brocade signs. There are also the Taiji Hall, Huagai Hall, Incense Burning Hall, Guanwen Hall, Xuanzheng Hall, Yanying Hall, and the jade and gold steps of the first hall, which are listed with Wenguan Wugui; There are also the Daming Palace, Zhaoyang Palace, Changle Palace, Huaqing Palace, Jianzhang Palace, Weiyang Palace, and the bells and drums of the first palace, which have wiped out always in my heart's spring worries.
There are also forbidden gardens, where flowers are exposed and their faces are tender; There is also a ditch, and the wind and willows dance and slim the waist. On the thoroughfare, there is also one. 3. I want to find some ancient poems and classical Chinese
everlasting regret songs (quite easy to recite ~ many sentences are usually seen ~)
china's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding. Till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her.
but with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed, at last one day was chosen for the imperial household. If she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing.
it was early spring. They bathed her in the FlowerPure Pool, which warmed and smoothed the creamy-tinted crystal of her skin. And, because of her languor, a maid was lifting her, when first the Emperor noticed her and chose her for his bride.
the cloud of her hair, petal of her cheek, gold ripples of her crown when she moved, were sheltered on spring evenings by warm hibiscus curtains. But nights of spring were short and the sun arose too soon, and the Emperor, from that time forth, forsook his early hearings.
and lavished all his time on her with feasts and revelry, his mistress of the spring, his despot of the night. There were other ladies in his court, three thousand of rare beauty, but his favours to three thousand were concentered in one body.
The Golden House is dressed up to serve the night, and when tables were cleared in the Tower of Jade, she would loiter, slow with wine. Sisters and brothers are all in the country, and, because she so illumined and glorified her clan.
she brought to every father, every mother through the empire, happiness when a girl was born rather than a boy.
...High rose Li Palace, entering blue clouds, and far and wide the breezes carried magical notes. Of soft song and slow dance, of string and bamboo music, the Emperor's eyes could never gaze on her enough.
till war-drums, booming from Yuyang, shocked the whole earth, and broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat. The Forbidden City, the nine-tiered palace, loomed in the dust, from thousands of horses and chariots headed southwest.
the imperial flag opened the way, now moving and now pausing, but thirty miles from the capital, beyond the western gate. The men of the army stopped, not one of them would stir, till under their horses' hoofs they might trample those moth-eyebrows.
flowery hairpins fell to the ground, no one picked them up, and a green and white jade hair-tassel and a yellowgold hair-bird. The Emperor could not save her, he could only cover his face, and later when he turned to look, the place of blood and tears.
was hidden in a yellow dust blown by a cold wind, at the cleft of the Dagger-Tower Trail they crisscrossed through a cloud-line. Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, flags and banners lost their colour in the fading sunlight.
but as waters of Shu are always green and its mountains always blue, so changeless was His Majesty's love and deeper than the days. He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, he heard bell-notes in the evening rain, cutting at his breast.
The sky turns back to Longyu, the Emperor clung to the spot and would not turn away. From the soil along the Mawei slope, under which was buried, that memory, that anguish. Where was her jade-white face?.
ruler and lords, when eyes would meet, wept upon their coats, as they rode, with loose rein, slowly eastward, back to the capital. The pools, the gardens, the palace, all were just as before, the Lake Taiye hibiscus, the Weiyang Palace willows.