This sentence expresses a kind of indifferent mood of smiling and watching the clouds rise and fall. The mind is stable and not stained by the worldly world. The pure will be pure by itself, and the quiet will be at peace by itself.
From "Red Cliff Ode" by Su Shi
Original text:
In the autumn of Renxu, in the seventh month, Su Zi and his guests went boating under Red Cliff. The breeze comes slowly and the water waves are calm. Lifting wine to the guests, reciting poems about the bright moon, and singing graceful chapters. After a while, the moon rose above the east mountain, wandering among the bullfights. White dew flows across the river, and the water reaches the sky. Even though a reed is like this, thousands of hectares are at a loss. The vastness is as if you are riding on the wind without knowing where it stops; the flutteringness is as if you are left alone in the world, becoming an immortal and ascending to immortality.
So they drank and had a lot of fun, and sang along to the boat. The song goes: "The orchid oars are hanging on the osmanthus, and the light is shining in the sky. I feel the mist in my heart, and I look forward to the beauty in the sky." There is a guest who plays the cave flute, and he sings along with it. His voice was whining, like resentment, admiration, weeping, and complaining; the lingering sound was lingering, like a wisp. The lurking dragon dances in the secluded ravine, and the concubine weeps in the lonely boat.
Su Zi was stunned. He sat upright and asked the guest: "Why is this so?" The guest said: "The moon and stars are sparse, and the black magpie flies south. Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking west to Xiakou , Looking east to Wuchang, the mountains and rivers are close to each other, and the sky is green. Isn't this what Meng De was trapped in Zhou Lang? The river is crossed and a poem is written, and the hero of the whole life is here; now he is safe! Kuang Wu and his son are fishing and woodcutting on the river, hanging out with fish and shrimps, and making friends with elk, riding a small boat, and sending wine to each other. Mayflies are flying in the sky, a drop in the ocean. I mourn for a moment in my life, and I envy the infiniteness of the Yangtze River. I carry the flying immortals to fly, and I don’t know how sudden they are, leaving them in the sad wind."
Su Zi said: "Do you know that the water is like the moon? Those who have passed away are like this, but they have not yet gone; those who are full and empty are like that, but there is no growth and decline. If you look at the changes in Gaijiang, then the world will be like this. It has never been possible to look at it from an instant; from the perspective of its unchanging nature, things and I are endless, so why should we envy it? Besides, in the world, everything has its own owner, and even if it is not my property, I can't take any of it. But the cool breeze on the river and the bright moon on the mountain can be heard by the ears and become colors when the eyes encounter them. They can be taken from them without restraint and can be used inexhaustibly. This is the endless treasure of the Creator, and what I and my son love. *Appropriate."
The guests smiled happily and drank more wine after washing their cups. The core of the food is gone, and the cups and plates are in a mess. The couple and their pillows were spread out in the boat, unaware of the whiteness of the east.
Translation:
In the autumn of the Renxu year, on the 16th day of the seventh month, Su and her friends went boating under Red Cliff. The breeze blows in waves, and the water surface becomes calm. Raise your glass to toast your companions, recite poems praising the bright moon, and sing graceful music. Not long after, the bright moon rose from behind the Eastern Mountain, lingering between the constellations Dipper and Ox. The white mist stretches across the river, and the clear water reaches the sky. Let the boat drift everywhere, hovering above the vast expanse of river. Riding the gentle breeze (on the river) everywhere, I don't know where I will stop. I feel so light that I feel like I am about to leave the world and fly away, like a Taoist who has transformed into an immortal. ?
So he drank and became happy, knocked on the side of the ship with his hands, and sang loudly in response. The song sings: "The osmanthus wood boat beats the pandan oar, against the clear waves, and against the floodlight of the flowing water. My heart is far away, and I want to see my beloved at the end of the world." The companions played the cave flute to accompany the singing according to the rhythm. The flute whined: it sounded like resentment and admiration, like weeping and whispering. The lingering sound echoed on the river, lingering incessantly. It can make the dragons in the deep valley dance for it, and the widow on the lonely boat cry. ?
Su's expression also became sad. She straightened her clothes and sat up straight, asking her companion: "Why is the flute sounding so sad?" ', isn't this a poem by Cao Gong Mengde? (Here) you can see Xiakou to the east and Wuchang to the west. The mountains and rivers are endless, and (as far as the eye can see) there is a lush green sky. Isn't this what Cao Mengde was praised by Zhou Yu? The place where he was besieged? When he captured Jingzhou and captured Jiangling, he sailed eastward along the Yangtze River. His warships stretched for thousands of miles, and the flags covered the sky. He drank wine by the river, turned his spear and wrote poems. , is indeed a heroic figure in the world, but where are you today? Not to mention that you and I were fishing and cutting firewood on Shuizhu by the river, keeping company with fish and shrimps, making friends with elk, and driving (on the river). This small boat raises its cup to toast each other, like a mayfly in the vast world, as small as a grain of rice in the sea (alas,) lamenting that our life is only a short moment, (can't help but) envy the Yangtze River. There is no end to it. (I want to) travel around the world hand in hand with the immortals and embrace the bright moon forever. I know that this will never be realized, so I can only turn my regrets into the sound of the flute and put it in the sad autumn wind."?
Su said: "Do you also know about the water and the moon? What passes by is like the water, but it has not really passed away; what is round and missing is like the moon, and there is no gain or loss in the end. It can be seen that engaging in work From the perspective of things changing, there is not a moment without change in heaven and earth; but from the perspective of things being unchanging, all things are as endless as our own life, so what is there to envy? Everyone has his own belonging, and if it is not what he deserves, he cannot get even a penny from it. Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains will make you hear sounds when they reach your ears, and draw shapes when they enter your eyes. , no one will stop you from getting these, and there will be no worries about experiencing them. This is the endless treasure of the Creator (gift), and you and I can enjoy it together.
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The guests smiled happily, washed the wine glasses and poured wine again. The dishes and fruits had all been finished, and the glasses and plates were in a mess. Everyone slept on the boat with pillows on each other, and unknowingly the east was revealed. White dawn.