1. "Summer Quatrains"
Author: Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
1. Original text
Live as a great man, and die as a great man Ghost hero.
I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
2. Translation
You should be a hero among men when you are alive, and you should be a hero among ghosts after death. To this day, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live an ignoble existence and returned to Jiangdong.
2. "Nian Nujiao·Chibi Nostalgia"
Author: Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
1. Original text
The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone. , a romantic figure through the ages. On the west side of the fortress, the humane road is Chibi, the Lang of the Zhou Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time.
I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome. Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the rafts and oars disappeared into ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early. Life is like a dream, a bottle of wine can return the moon to the river.
2. Translation
The water of the river is rolling and flowing eastward, sweeping away all the romantic figures of the ages. To the west of that ancient battlefield, it is said to be the Red Cliff where Zhou Yu defeated Cao's army in the Three Kingdoms.
Surrounded by rocky mountains and high cliffs like clouds on both sides, the stormy waves hit the other side violently, rolling up the waves like thousands of piles of snow in winter. The country is so beautiful and picturesque, so many heroes emerged in a short time.
I recall that Zhou Lang’s name was Yu and Gongjin. Xiao Qiao had just married him as his wife. She was heroic, graceful and charming. Holding a feather fan in his hand and wearing a silk scarf on his head, he was laughing and chatting calmly and casually, while Cao Cao's 800,000 troops were wiped out like ashes.
Now I am wandering in the past on the ancient battlefield. It is ridiculous that I have so much nostalgic tenderness that my hair on the temples is turning gray before I get old. Life is like a hazy dream, raising a wine glass to pay homage to the eternal bright moon.
3. "Moon over the River: Saying Goodbye to Friends in the Post"
Author: Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty
1. Original text
Qiankun If it is capable, the dragon element is not a thing in the pond. The wind and rain have no place to worry about, and the walls are even colder. I write poems on the horizontal branches and compose poems on the towers. Everything is covered with snow in the sky. If the river flows like this, there will always be heroes.
It’s a shame to laugh at the drifting leaves. Returning to the Huai River, there is a new cool breeze. All the beauty in the mirror has changed, but only the loyalty remains. Going to Longsha, looking back at the mountains and rivers, a line of green is as green as hair. Dear friends, I should remember, the moon is waning on the cuckoo branches.
2. Translation
The earth is so vast, and you and I are both heroes with great ambitions. Although it is like a dragon trapped in a pond now, the dragon will eventually escape from the pond and soar. In the vast world. The autumn wind and autumn rain were harsh, and the crickets in the cell kept chirping. I was upset and worried.
The heroic spirit of you and me, like Cao Cao's poem written by Hengshu, and the celebrities' demeanor like Wang Can's climbing a tower to compose a poem, have become a past event like flowers in the sky. The Yangtze River is rolling in front of us, and the waves behind us push the waves ahead. There will definitely be heroes who will rise up in the future to complete the unfinished business.
Now, you and I are falling leaves and blowing snow in the wind, and we come to the bank of Qinhuai River again, and it is the moment when the cool breeze blows. You and I in the mirror have gray hair on our temples, but our heroic hearts will not change.
I am about to leave my hometown and be exiled to the desert. Looking back at the mountains and rivers of my hometown, they are all green, getting further and further away from me. There is only one death left here. I hope that when my old friend misses me in the future, he can listen to the cuckoo's cry on the branches. It is my soul returning to visit my motherland.
4. "Farewell in the Moon over the River"
Author: Deng Yan, the leader of the Song Dynasty (a story about Wen Tianxiang)
1. Original text
The water and sky are vast, I hate the east wind, and I don’t care about the world’s best things. In the waning light of Shu birds and Wu flowers, one can hardly see the decaying walls of a deserted city. The bronze bird's love in spring, the golden man's autumn tears, who can stop this hatred? The sword spirit is majestic, and the bullfighting sky recognizes the outstanding heroes.
Na Xin will spend the rest of his life on the river and sea, traveling thousands of miles south, in a small boat. I am keeping my drunken eyes for the gull alliance, watching carefully the rising and falling of the waves and the disappearance of the clouds. The pillar swallows the victory, returns the flag and walks away, and rises to the top through the ages. With no one to sleep with, Qinhuai should be a lonely moon.
2. Translation
The Yangtze River is also a natural barrier connected by water and sky. Why could Soochow use it to resist Cao in the past but now we cannot keep the enemy outside the country? I hate God for refusing to help and letting the Yuan army defeat us.
Spring is here, the cuckoos are singing, and the sunset is shining on the flowers, but how can I bear to see the city of Nanjing that was destroyed by the Yuan army.
When I think of our women and precious cultural relics being robbed by the enemy, and even myself being taken as a prisoner, I really don’t know who I can rely on to take revenge. It's a pity that the building has collapsed now, and there is no energy left to fight against the bullfighting sword and an ambitious hero like you.
Who could have believed at that time that you could escape from a tiger's mouth, survive in a boat, and then regain your strength after a narrow escape? It is precisely because I can see you, our anti-Yuan ally, do something more and change the situation that I want to survive.
You also have the courage to devour King Qin with Lin Xiangru and the majesty of Zhuge Liang to frighten Sima Yi. As a like-minded friend, it should be a blessing to be able to share life, death and adversity with you, but I can no longer go north with you. From now on, every sleepless night of mine will only be accompanied by the lonely moon above Qinhuai. .
5. "Niannujiao·Dongpo Rhyme of Climbing Stone City"
Author: Sadura of the Yuan Dynasty
1. Original text
On the stone city, looking at Wu Chu, the sky is low, and there is nothing in his eyes. Pointing out the six dynasty-shaped resorts, only the green mountains are like walls. The sun is blocked by flags, clouds and oars are covered, and the bones are as white as snow. From north to south of the Yangtze River, how many heroes are wasting away.
Lonely in the summer palace, the east wind drives the chariot road, and the grass grows every year. In the uninhabited pine path at sunset, ghost fires rise and fall. In front of the singing and dancing statue, in the prosperous mirror, the hair is darkly green. Sad for all eternity, Qinhuai is a bright moon!
2. Translation
Standing on the high stone city, looking around, the end of the sky is connected with the two countries of Wu and Chu, and it is empty. The prosperity of the former Six Dynasties resort has now disappeared, only the rivers and green mountains remain.
Thinking back to those days, the war was raging, the smoke was constant, the lives were devoured, and the bones were everywhere like snow. So many heroes have been swept away by the long river of time, and only the vast Yangtze River is still galloping and rolling eastward.
In the lonely inner courtyard of the palace, the east wind blows, and the road that the emperor's carriage often ran over in the past has long been covered with green grass year after year. Whenever the sun sets and it gets dark, the pine forest is deserted and deserted, with only the faint underworld fire appearing and disappearing.
But back then, there were so many beautiful singing girls and dancers who turned their green hair into white hair here, and spent their entire youth away. Nowadays, the bright moon on the Huaihe River is still bright, but the prosperity of the Six Dynasties has long since disappeared, leaving only infinite sadness.