1. College Entrance Examination Classical Chinese: Gu Kuang's full-text translation of "The Spring in Wuzhong Mountain is Beautiful and Beautiful"
Translation: Suzhou's landscapes are unique, unique and strange. . The strange stones in Taihu Lake, the oranges on Dongting Mountain, the cranes in Huating, and the Buddhist temples in Tiger Hill and Tianzhu are all so beautiful one after another that people can never stop admiring them. Mr. Gu Kuang was born in this beautiful landscape. Mr.'s talent brings together the freshness of the landscape; Mr.'s qualification brings together the clear and elegant nature; Mr.'s articles are like flowers blown by the wind, exuding a rich fragrance. In terms of poetry creation, he is good at song lines, especially seven-character song lines. His momentum is unrestrained and flying, often like penetrating the heart of the sky and probing the armpits of the moon. His unexpected and astonishing words are beyond the reach of ordinary people. It is the most enjoyable to read. Li Bai and Du Fu are both dead. Who else can we associate with besides my husband?
Mr. Buweng, also known as Kuang, entered the official career from Jinshi. His personality is similar to his writing style. Mr. Jin once followed Duke Jin of Han to the south of the Yangtze River to serve as a judge during the Jiedu period, and made great achievements many times. When he entered the imperial court and was appointed as Zuo Lang, he could not compromise and tolerate others. He was ostracized by everyone and was appointed as the county magistrate of Jiangnan. After a few years, he gave up his official position and no longer had any intention of going north to Chang'an to seek an official position. I built a house in Maoshan, and my mood is elegant, just like the ancient Lord Sanmao has appeared again.
Finally, he died.
When I was young, I met Mr. Xiang at Xiaogan Temple in Yangzhou. The gentleman is wearing a yellow shirt and a white silk turban, and his eyes are bright and piercing. Looking over, it really looks like a piece of noble white jade, like a flying egret. After meeting and talking, he was very happy and thought that I looked like Yang Xiong and Meng Ke, but he felt very sorry that it was too late to see me become famous. Thirty years have passed since then, and I have never forgotten the kindness of Zhiyu.
Last year, Li Fengji, Duke of Liang, was appointed as the governor of Shannan East Road. I followed him to guard Xiangyang. Someone told me that a man named Gu Feixiong was asking for an audience at the door. After asking, it turned out to be the husband's son. He took out twenty volumes of his husband's poetry collection, showed it to me with tears in his eyes, and asked me to express it. At this time, Li Fengji happened to be appointed as the governor of the Xuanwu Army. I packed up my gear and returned to Luoyang with him. Therefore, although I agreed, I did not fulfill my promise. It's been another year now.
Feixiong came to urge me, so I wrote the above text and put it at the beginning of the collection as a preface. 2. Poems describing mountain springs in Xiaoshitanji
1. The sound of water sounds like a ring.
——The sound of writing spring water is clear and sweet. 2. There are hundreds of fish in the pond, but they all seem to be swimming in the air with no support.
The sun is shining brightly, and the shadows are spread on the rocks, but they are still; they are far away, and they come and go. It seems to be enjoying itself with tourists.
——Write that the spring water is crystal clear. "The Story of Little Rock Pond" is a work by Liu Zongyuan, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
The full name is "A Journey to Xiaoshitan in the West of Xiaoqiu". It narrates the entire process of the author's visit, describes the scenery of "Little Rock Lake" in beautiful language, and implicitly expresses the author's sad and miserable feelings that he could not resolve after being demoted.
The overall feeling of Xiaoshitan in the full text is: deep, cold, lonely and desolate. Original text: The Story of Xiaoshitan Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan walked west from Xiaoqiu a hundred and twenty steps, across a bamboo field, heard the sound of water, like a ring, and felt very happy.
After cutting bamboo, you can see a small pool at the bottom, and the water is especially clear. The whole stone is used as the bottom, and when it is near the shore, it is rolled up from the bottom to form a dike, an islet, a ridge, and a rock.
Green trees and vines, swaying and scattered. There are hundreds of fish in the pond, and they all seem to be swimming in the sky with no support.
The sun is clear, and the shadows are spread on the rocks, but they are still; they are far away, and they come and go. It seems to be enjoying itself with tourists.
Looking southwest of the pond, you can see the twists and turns of snakes, and you can see the light and death. Its shores are so different from each other that its origin cannot be known.
Sitting on the pool, surrounded by bamboo trees, it is so lonely and desolate, I feel desolate and desolate. Because the place was too clear, I couldn't stay there for a long time, so I remembered it and left.
Fellow travelers: Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, Yu Di Zongxuan. Those who followed were Cui's Erxiaosheng: "Forgive yourself" and "Fengyi".
Translation: Walking a hundred and twenty steps west from the hill, I could hear the sound of water, just like the sound of men wearing jeopards clinking together, through a bamboo grove. feel happy. Cut down the bamboo and create a path (walk through it). Walking along the path, you will see a small pool with extremely cool water.
The small pool has a whole stone as the bottom, close to the shore, and some parts of the stone bottom roll over to expose the water. It has become a variety of different shapes such as highlands, small islands, uneven rocks and boulders in the water.
Green trees and green vines cover and wrap around, swaying and drooping, uneven, and fluttering in the wind. There are about a hundred fish in the pond, and they all seem to be swimming in the air, with nothing to rely on.
The sun shines directly (to the bottom of the water), and the shadow (of the fish) is reflected on the stone, motionless (stopping there). Suddenly it swam far away, coming and going, briskly and swiftly, as if enjoying each other's entertainment with the tourists.
Looking to the southwest of Xiaoshitan, I saw that the stream was as winding as the Big Dipper, and the water was meandering like a snake, sometimes visible and sometimes invisible. The terrain on both sides is intertwined like a dog's teeth, making it impossible to know the source of the stream.
I sat on LakeTan, surrounded by bamboo trees and trees. Quiet and deserted.
It makes people feel desolate, cold to the bones, quiet and profound, and filled with an atmosphere of sadness. Because the environment here was too desolate to stay for a long time, I wrote down the scene here and left.
The people who went to play together were Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, and my brother Zongxuan. Two young men named Cui went with them.
One is called forgiveness, and the other is called Fengyi.
Extended information: Interpretation of "The Story of Little Rock Pond": The author conveys his lonely and desolate mood in the relegated life in the description of the scene. It is a masterpiece of a blend of scenes.
The full text is lonely, quiet, and melancholy. It looks like a description of scenery, but in fact it is a description of the heart. Although the article only describes the fish swimming in the pond in a few sentences, it extremely accurately describes the clearness of the pond water and the physical and mental posture of the swimming fish.
In addition, the writing style of the article about the fish swimming in the pond is excellent, and there is no mention of water. If you only talk about fish, you will "swim in the air and have nothing to rely on." The clarity of the water and the vividness of the fish are all in their own way, and the depth of their artistic conception is amazing.
Appreciation of "The Story of Little Rock Pond" (Cheng Zeng) Liu Zongyuan's landscape travel notes are the part of his prose creation that has a high degree of artistic skill and is the most artistically original. And in his few landscape travel notes.
"The Story of Little Rock Pond" can be said to be a very representative work. "The Story of Xiaoshitan" is one of the "Eight Notes of Yongzhou".
This prose vividly describes the beauty and tranquility of Xiaoshitan's environment, and expresses the author's loneliness after being demoted. The language is concise and vivid, the scenery is described delicately and realistically, and the whole article is full of poetic and picturesque flavor, which reflects the author's outstanding writing skills.
Therefore, it has become a famous prose piece that has been passed down through the ages. This travel note can be divided into five paragraphs.
In the first paragraph, the author uses the technique of "changing shapes step by step" to guide us to appreciate various different scenery during the movement and transformation, which has a strong sense of dynamic picture. "Walking a hundred and twenty steps west from Xiaoqiu, across the bamboo poles, heard the sound of water, like the sound of a pierced ring, and felt very happy."
About the author: Liu Zongyuan (773 AD - 819 AD), courtesy name Zi Hou, Han nationality, was from Hedong County (now Yongji, Yuncheng, Shanxi Province) in the Tang Dynasty. His ancestors had been officials for generations. His seventh generation ancestor Liu Qing was a minister in the Northern Wei Dynasty and was granted the title of Duke Yin of Ji. The world calls him "Liu Hedong" and "Mr. Hedong".
He was a famous writer, philosopher, essayist and thinker in the Tang Dynasty of my country. Together with Han Yu, he advocated the ancient prose movement of the Tang Dynasty and was called "Han Liu". Together with Liu Yuxi, he was called "Liu Liu".
Together with Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, and Wei Yingwu, he is also known as "Wang Meng Wei Liu". Together with Han Yu in the Tang Dynasty and Ouyang Xiu, Su Xun, Su Shi, Su Che, Wang Anshi and Zeng Gong in the Song Dynasty, they are also known as the "Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties", and are two of the eight great masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties.
He wrote more than 600 poems and essays in his lifetime, and his achievements in writing were greater than those in poetry. There are nearly a hundred parallel prose pieces. The prose is highly argumentative, sharp and satirical.
Travel notes describe scenery, which is often relied upon. Most of his poems express feelings of depression, grief, anger, homesickness and nostalgia for friends. They are secluded and melancholy, and have a unique style of their own.
The works that are most praised by the world are those leisurely landscape paintings with profound meaning, sparseness and purity. The Liu family residence built by the surviving family of Liu Zongyuan is now located in Wenxing Village, Qinshui County, Jincheng City, Shanxi Province. It is a national 4A-level scenic spot.
Sogou Encyclopedia-The Story of Xiaoshitan. 3. I beg for a translation of the ancient poem "Ode to Mountain Springs"
There is flowing water in the mountains, but I am asking for an unknown name.
There is a spring in the mountain. I asked others what the name of the spring was, but no one knew. The sky reflects the ground, and the sound of rain flies in the sky.
The sky is reflected on the (spring) water, and the color of the entire ground (water) surface is the same as the color of the sky (which has the same meaning as Wang Bo's "Autumn Water" and "The Longest Sky is the Same Color"). The spring water flows from On the high cliffs, water fell like rain. Turn around, the deep stream is full, and it separates into a small flat pool.
(This) spring water flows out from the mountains, filling up the mountain streams and creeks, and the tributaries also fill up the small ponds in the mountain villages. There is no one to see the indifference, and it becomes clearer every year.
No one sees the tranquility and indifference of (this) spring water, (but whether you see it or not, and it doesn’t matter whether you see it or not) (this) spring water remains so clear year after year.
4. What are the classical Chinese poems that praise water?
Cold as water, the soldiers will stop it, and the soil will cover up the empty water. White mountains and black waters
White water and mind, Bashan and Shu rivers, trekking through mountains and rivers, fighting against water and fire, there is no way to overcome water and fire
Cut off the water, the spring breeze flows out of Yishui, hibiscus, traffic, and traffic come out of the mountain spring water
The remaining water in the mountain is sipping water, drinking water, measuring feet of water, Chen Bochen's heart is like water, rumpling a pool of spring water
Knocking down a dog in the water, no water leaks Drops of water turn into ice, dripping water penetrates rocks, fresh water friendship
Climbing mountains and facing water, the rising water lines are like water, wind blows, water surges, hibiscus emerges from the water
Water cannot be recovered if it is not recovered, it is difficult to recover, it is popular, water, high mountains, flowing water, fire farming, water plowing
The water of the Yellow River is clear, the water does not wash the boats, the floods flow across the river, the wild beasts fish in the muddy water
Fishing in troubled water, the sea water flocks fly together, as light as the water, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to draft water, mirror flowers and water moon
The dragons get the water to save the people in the water and fire wells The water does not invade the river, and the accumulated water forms an abyss. The building near the water is first filled with earth to form a mountain. The accumulated water is the sea. The flowing water is like falling flowers. The flowing water is ruthless and the years are like water.
Lianquan makes the water flow smoothly Rot, door hinges are not beetroots, flowing water, Chaozong, flowing water, falling flowers, green water and green mountains
Flowing water, peach blossoms, flowing water, ruthless woody water source, cows do not drink water, forcefully press their heads and row against the current
(This article is excerpted from "Baidu Library") 5. Translation of "Xiaodie Spring" in Chinese
"Xiaodie Spring"
Half a mile, there is a gurgling spring, trace it back to the west, and half a mile, it reaches the foot of the mountain. There are big trees hugging each other, leaning against the cliff and standing tall. There is a spring below, and it comes out from the root orifice to the east. It is clear and clear. A little east, there is another small tree under it, and there is still a small spring, which also rinses its roots. The two springs merge into the abbot's marsh, which is traced upstream. In early April, the big trees on the spring bloom like butterflies, with lifelike whiskers and wings, no different from those of living butterflies. There are also thousands of real butterflies with hooked whiskers and legs, hanging upside down from the top of the tree and reaching the surface of the spring, colorful. Flowing in and out, the five colors are glowing. Tourists gather in groups to watch from this month, and it is already past May.
Walk two miles from the south and cross the second gorge to the south. There is a village on the right side of the road. The name of this village is Polo Village. There is a place at the foot of the mountain to the west called Butterfly Spring. It is said that this place is very special. I have heard this saying for a long time. When I got here, I got local people to point me to the west, so I ordered my followers to go to the Three Pagodas first. I stayed in a dormitory in a monk's temple, and I rode a horse from the south of the village to the foot of the mountain.
Half a mile away, there was a pleasant sound coming from the spring mountain. I went upstream, then walked from the west, and after another half mile, I reached the foot of the mountain. There are big trees hugging each other, standing against the cliff. There is a spring below, which washes the tree trunks from the east and flows out. It is so clear that you can look in the mirror. A little further east, there is another small tree below, and there is also a mountain spring, which also washes out its roots. Two mountain springs merged into a swamp with a radius of about one foot, and they immediately flowed upstream. The big trees on the spring bloom like butterflies in early April, with their tentacles and wings as lifelike as real ones. At the same time, there are thousands of real butterflies, with tentacles connected to their feet, hanging upside down from the tree, and reaching the surface of the spring in a string. The various colors are very beautiful. People from all walks of life come together from this month (April) to see this wonderful sight, and they stop seeing it once May is over. 6.
Original text
Two miles south, south of the second gorge, there is a village on the right side of the main road, called Boluo Village. There is a Butterfly Spring at the western foot of the mountain. I have heard about it for a long time. When the natives pointed it out to the west, I ordered Pudan to go to the Three Pagodas Temple first and throw himself into the monk's house where He Chao'a was staying. I left the south and west of the village alone. Heading toward the foothills of the mountain. Half a mile away, there is a gurgling spring, which traces back to the west, and half a mile away, it reaches the foot of the mountain. There are big trees hugging each other, leaning against the cliff and standing tall. There is a spring at the bottom, and the root orifice of the water washes eastward and comes out. The clear water can be seen. A little east, there is another small tree under it, and there is still a small spring, which also rinses its roots. The two springs merge into the abbot's marsh, which is traced upstream. In early April, the big trees on the spring bloom like butterflies, with lifelike whiskers and wings, no different from those of living butterflies. There are also thousands of real butterflies with hooked whiskers and legs, hanging upside down from the top of the tree and reaching the surface of the spring, colorful. Flowing in and out, the five colors are glowing. Tourists gather in groups to watch from this month, and it is already past May. I was in Sanli City in western Guangdong, and Lu Canrong was there to talk about his differences. So far, it has not been spent for a long time. When I asked the natives, they might say that butterflies are just like flowers, or they might say that flowers are similar in shape, so they come from the same kind. I don't know which one.
Translation
Two miles south, after passing the second canyon, there is a village facing the right side of the road called Polo Village. There is a butterfly spring at the foot of the west mountain. I have heard about this strange thing for a long time. Today, local people pointed me to the west, so I asked my servant to carry my luggage and go to the Three Pagoda Temple and the resting monk's house in Hechao'a, while I ran from the south of the village to the foot of the mountain. go. After walking for half a mile, I saw a clear spring flowing. I walked up and west along it for half a mile and reached the foot of the mountain. There are big trees hugging each other, standing against the cliff. There is a spring below, which washes the tree trunks from the east and flows out. It is so clear that you can look in the mirror. A little further east, there is another small tree below, and there is also a mountain spring, which also washes out the tree trunk. Two mountain springs merged into a swamp with a radius of about one foot, and they immediately flowed upstream. The big trees on the spring bloom like butterflies in early April, with their tentacles and wings as lifelike as real ones.
At the same time, there are thousands of real butterflies, with tentacles connected to their feet, hanging upside down from the tree, and reaching the surface of the spring in a string. The various colors are very beautiful. People from all walks of life come together from this month (April) to see this wonderful sight, and they stop seeing it once May is over. I was in Sanli City in western Guangdong, and Lu Canrong told me about this strange thing. It was still early here, so the flowers had not yet bloomed. When I asked the locals, some people said that butterflies came from flowers, while others said that flowers attract butterflies because they are similar. I don’t know who is right.
Notes
① Piedmont: the foot of the mountain. ②He Chaoa: Both the author and Lu Canrong below are friends of the author. ③gargle: freshen up.