Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.
Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.
The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.
A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
Translation:
The mighty river of no return and the surging waves have washed away all the heroes of the ages. To the west of Laoying, people say it was the Red Cliff where Zhou Yu fought fiercely in the Three Kingdoms. Steep stone walls soar into the sky, and thunderous waves beat against the river bank, and the waves aroused seem to have rolled up thousands of accumulated snow.
The majestic mountains and rivers are picturesque, and how many heroes have emerged at one time. Looking back at Zhou Yu's spring breeze, Qiao, a peerless beauty, just married him, full of heroic spirit.
Wearing a nylon scarf, the hand-rocking feather fan was talking and laughing, and the battleship of the strong enemy burned to ashes. Today, I wandered in the battlefield of that year, laughing at my sentimentality and premature delivery of white hair. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay homage to the bright moon on the river.
2. Xijiangyue in Huangzhou
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
In Huangzhou, I swam in the water in the spring night, drank in the restaurant and got drunk.
Take the moon to a creek bridge, take off your saddle, lie in your arms drunk and have less rest.
It feels like it's already dawn, the mountains are crowded and the water is rushing, so I doubt it's earthly.
On the bridge pillar of the book. According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint.
I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass. It's a pity that a stream is romantic.
Don't teach me to destroy Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu.
Translation:
The moonlight shines on the sparkling river, and there are a few faint clouds in the sky. White horse is fashionable and ambitious, but I can't drink. I got off the horse by the river and couldn't wait to take off my saddle. I just wanted to fall down in the grass and sleep.
How lovely the breeze and bright moon in this river are. Ma, don't put the moon in the water. I took off my saddle as a pillow and fell asleep on Qingyang Bridge. It was already dawn when I heard the cuckoo call.
3. The Second Rhyme of Water Huayang Ci
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground.
Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection.
It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly.
To go with the wind, to find a loved one, but also by the relentless call of the oriole.
I don't hate this kind of flowers falling completely, but I hate the West Garden, which is full of withered flowers.
Where are the traces of falling flowers after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed.
If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water.
Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.
Translation:
It looks like a flower, but it doesn't seem to be a flower. Nobody cares, let it land. Huayang fell from the branch to the ground, seemingly heartless, but it had its own melancholy. Delicate willow branches, like the soft intestines of a homesick woman tortured by sorrow, green willow leaves, like the charming eyes of a homesick woman, are still full of spring, and want to open and close. Just as Sifu dreamed of going to Wan Li to find her husband's place, she was awakened by the cry of an oriole.
I don't hate bloom's falling flowers, but I hate that the West Garden is all red and withered, and it is difficult to regroup. There was a heavy rain in the morning. Where can I find the trace of falling red? Turn into a pool of green screens early. If we divide the beauty of spring into three parts, two of them will turn into dust and one will fall into the running water without a trace. In detail, it seems that it is not all flowers, but sad tears.
4. First arrived in Huangzhou
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Laughing all your life will be ridiculous when you get old.
All over the Yangtze River, fish is beautiful, bamboo is good, mountain is fragrant.
Besides, the poet is an example of Shui Caolang.
Unfortunately, it didn't help at all, and it was still a waste of time for the housekeeper to press the wine bag.
Translation:
I think it's funny. I've been running around all my life to make a living. When I get old, I think this life's career is ridiculous.
Surrounded by battlements of the Yangtze River, I know that the fish in the river are delicious and bamboo is everywhere, just to feel the fragrance of bamboo shoots.
Of course, the expelled person may wish to resettle abroad. As a poet's practice, it should all be aquatic plants. Shamefully, my political advice is of no benefit, and it will cost the government and the shore money to get a wine bag.
5, "Linjiang Xian, drink Dongpo at night, wake up and get drunk"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
I drank Dongpo in the evening and woke up drunk. It seemed like midnight when I came back.
The child is short of breath. You shouldn't even knock on the door, but lean on your cane and listen to the sound of the river. ?
The dragon hates that this body is not mine, so forget the camp.
The night was calm and the lines were flat. Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.
Translation:
Drinking in Dongpo at night, getting drunk and sober up. When I came back, it seemed to be midnight. The male servant at home has fallen asleep and snored like thunder. Repeated knocking at the door didn't respond, so I had to lean against the stick and listen to the roar of the river running alone.
Long hate in official career, this body is not my own. When can I forget the fame and fortune? Taking advantage of the dead of night and calm, I took a boat and disappeared, traveling all over the rivers and lakes for the rest of my life.