Original text:
Ji Xiang Xuan zhi
Ming Dynasty-Gui Youguang
Jixuan, Qiannan attic. This room is only ten feet square and can only accommodate one person. A century-old house, dust and mud oozing out, rain betting; Every time you move a case, you can look at it. You have no choice. The room faces north, so it gets dark at noon. I repaired it a little so that it wouldn't leak from it. Four windows were opened in front, and a wall was built around the yard to keep out the sunshine in the south. It was sunny and the room was bright.
I planted orchids, osmanthus trees, bamboo and other vegetation in the yard, which added new luster to the old railings. Borrowing books, singing, sitting still, everything can be heard; The court was silent, birds pecked and people didn't go. On the night of the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, the moon is high, illuminating half of the wall. The shadows of osmanthus trees are scattered, and the shadows are shaken by the breeze, which is very lovely.
However, I live here, and there are many things to be happy about and many things to be sad about. Before that, the courtyard was connected with the north and the south. At that time, uncles and uncles set up many small doors indoors and outdoors, and the walls were everywhere. After separation, dogs treat people living in the same yard as strangers, guests have to go through the kitchen to eat, and chickens roost in the hall. The yard was fenced in at first, then the wall was repaired and changed twice. There is an old woman in the house. She used to live here. Old woman, my dead grandmother's maid, nursed for two generations, and her mother was very kind to her.
The west and the back of the house are connected, and my mother used to come. The old woman often says to me: "This place, your mother used to stand here." . Yu added, "Your sister is crying in my arms; Mother knocked on the door with her finger and said,' Are you cold? Do you want something to eat? I responded outside the board meeting. "Don't put it off until tomorrow, I cried, I cried." After a while, he brought one and said, "My grandfather Tai Changgong brought it to the emperor. You can use it in the future!"
Instead of going, he closed the door with his hand and said to himself, "My family's study has been ineffective for a long time, but I can wait for my son to succeed!" After a while, he took an elephant and said, "My ancestor Tai Changgong Xuande gave it to North Korea. You will use it one day!" "Looking at the ruins, like yesterday, is a trombone.
The veranda with windows on the ridge has caught fire four times and can't be burned down. It must be protected by gods. After living together for a long time, people can be distinguished by their feet. Liu Bei and Cao Cao fought for the world, and Zhuge Liang was born in central Gansu, and made great achievements.
Ji Xiang said: "Shu Qing defends the Dan point and benefits the world, and then Qin Huang builds a daughter to clear Taiwan;" Liu Xuande and Cao Cao fought for the world, and Zhu Gekongming started in Longzhong. The ignorance of both sides is in a corner, and the world knows enough. The rest of the area is defeated in the house, and when the eyebrows are raised and the eyes blink, it is called a spectacle. If anyone knew about me, I'm afraid they would regard me as a frog in the well. "
After I wrote this article, five years later, my wife married my family. She often came to the porch to ask me some old things, and sometimes I learned to write at the table. My wife went back to her parents' house to visit relatives, and came back to report to my little sister: "I heard that my sister has a small attic. What is that small attic?" ? "In the next six years, my wife died and my room was broken. Two years later, I was ill in bed for a long time without any sustenance, and I sent someone to repair the South Pavilion. The pattern was slightly different from the past. However, after that, I was more outside than living here.
There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted by my wife when she died. Now it stands tall and luxuriant like an umbrella.
Translation:
It turned out to be JiXiangXuan South Pavilion. This room is only ten feet square and can only accommodate one person. A century-old house, the dust and soil keep dripping, and the rain is flowing downwards. Every time I move the table and look around, there is no place to put it. Ji Xiangxuan sits facing south and can't get sunshine. Every day after noon, the room is very dark.
I repaired the house a little so that it wouldn't leak any more. Four windows were opened in front, and a wall was built around the yard. The north wall is used to block sunlight from the south. The sun shone on the wall and reflected into the room, which was bright. Orchids, osmanthus, bamboo and other trees are planted in the yard, which adds luster to the old railings. Borrowed books are piled on the shelves, and you can hear all kinds of sounds when you lie up, whistle and sing, or sit quietly.
The steps in the yard are quiet, birds peck at them from time to time, and people never fly away. On the fifteenth night of every month, the bright moonlight is sprinkled on half of the wall, and the shadow of osmanthus is reflected on the wall in disorder. When the wind blows, the shadows are swaying, which is very lovely.
But I live here, and there are many happy things and many sad things. Before this, the courtyard was connected to the north and south to form a courtyard. After the separation of my uncle and nephew, many small door walls were built inside and outside, everywhere. The owner's dog went to Jia Xi to bark, so the guests had to go over the kitchen to eat, and the chicken squatted in the hall.
At first, a fence was built in the yard. Later, a fence was built and changed twice. There is an old woman at home who used to live in this porch. This old woman is the handmaid of her late grandmother and has been a wet nurse for two generations. Her late mother treated her well. The west of the porch is connected with the inner room. My mother came here once. The old woman said to me more than once, "This is where your mother stands."
She added, "Your sister was crying in my arms, and your mother tapped her finger and said,' Is the child cold? Do you want to eat? I answered each other outside the door panel ... "Before I finished, I began to cry, and the old woman also cried. I have been studying in Xuanzhong since I was fifteen. One day, my grandmother came to me and said, "Long time no see, son. Why do you stay here quietly all day, like a girl? "
When she left, she closed the door with her hand and said to herself, "Reading in our family is always ineffective. Can this child always expect his success? " After a while, she came in with an ivory hand board and said, "This was used by my grandfather Tai Changgong during the Xuande period. You will definitely use it in the future. " Recalling these things in the old days seems like yesterday, which makes people cry.
There used to be a kitchen on the east side of the porch. When people go there, they have to go through the porch. I live in it with the windows closed. Over time, I can tell who it is by the footsteps. This porch has been burned four times, so it can't be burned. Maybe it's the blessing of the gods.
I think: Bashu miser Qing, guarding the cinnabar mine, got the greatest benefit in the world. Later, in recognition of her, Qin Shihuang built a women's platform. Liu Bei and Cao Cao competed for the world, and Zhu Gekongming made contributions from Longzhong. When these two people live silently in a remote place, where can the world know about them? I live in this small shack, and in the blink of an eye, I feel that there is something extraordinary in this shack. People who know, do you want to say that I am no different from a shallow frog?
Five years after I wrote this note, my wife got married. She often comes to the porch to ask me about ancient times or borrow some case studies to write. She went back to her mother's house and relayed the words of her sisters: "I heard that there is a pavilion at my sister's house. What is that pavilion?" After six years, my wife died and the house was broken and not repaired.
Two years later, I was ill for a long time and had nothing to do, so I had to rebuild the South Pavilion in a slightly different form. But since then, I have been away all the year round, and I don't always live there.
There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted by myself the year my wife died. Now it has grown as tall and lush as an umbrella.
Extended data:
1, creative background:
Ji Xiang Xuanzhi was written twice. The first four paragraphs were written in the third year of Jiajing in Ming Dynasty (1524). After experiencing life changes such as marriage, the death of his wife, misfortune, etc., the author made supplementary comments on this essay in the eighteenth year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty (1539), expressing his nostalgia for his family.
2. Appreciation of works:
The first paragraph describes the environment of the porch and records the situation before and after the transformation of Ji Xiangxuan. The second paragraph is the change from writing environment to writers, from comfort to sadness, and grading. In the third paragraph, the author regards Ba's widow who guards the Dan point and Zhuge Liang who lies in the middle of the high cave. Compared with herself under the cold window of her prodigal family, she is both embarrassed and ambitious. Finally, a few years later, I wrote a change before and after my wife died, which implied the recent mourning.
3. Introduction to the author:
Gui Youguang (1506— 157 1) was an essayist, writer and ancient prose writer in Ming dynasty. The word Fu, also known as Kaifu, also known as Gui Youguang, Fu and Kaifu, also known as Zhenchuan, was born by the name "Mr. Zhenchuan". A native of Kunshan (now Kunshan City, Jiangsu Province), he later moved to Jiading (now Jiading District, Shanghai) and wrote the Collected Works of Mr. Zhenchuan.
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