Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Bai Zhu's new robe is tender and cold. Spring leaves ring in the cloister, Yumen has approved peach blossom waves, and the Moon Palace adopts Gui Xiang first.
Peng Beihai, Phoenix Chaoyang. A book and a sword, the road is long, and it's Xiu Yuan. I will go to Qingyun on this day next year, but I am helping others with a smile.
About the poet: Xin Qiji (1 140- 1207) was a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. The original word Tanfu was later changed to You 'an, alias Jiaxuan, Han nationality, born in Licheng (now Jinan, Shandong). Because Xin Qiji's anti-gold proposition did not conform to the political proposition of the ruling peace faction, he was impeached and resigned, and lived in seclusion by the lake of Jiangxi.
Translation:
In this cool weather in early autumn, wearing new clothes made of white ramie, you left me to take the imperial examination. I seem to see you taking the exam later. You will write in the examination room with other candidates, just like spring silkworms eating mulberry leaves and rustling in cloisters. After the provincial examination, Osmanthus fragrans has arrived at the Moon Hall, and you will definitely be on the Guibang, and the Moon Hall will win the laurel. Not only that, but even when the peach blossoms surge next year, they will be ready for you like a fish jumping into the Longmen.
Now you are taking books and swords to the distant and broad road to the exam, just like Kun Peng swam from the North Sea to the South China Sea, and like a phoenix flying to the rising sun. Today next year, you have reached the top, so you can relax and enjoy watching the works that are still busy for fame in this world.
Extended data
Creative background:
? 1 186, in the 13th year of Xi Chun in Song Xiaozong, Fan Kuozhi () left his hometown to take the imperial examination. When he left, his teacher Xin Qiji presented a poem to his students.
It was a cool autumn afternoon when I wrote this poem. While brewing, the poet imagined his students wearing new clothes made of white ramie and writing in the examination room with other candidates. Writing sounds like silkworms eating mulberry leaves, echoing clearly in the corridor.