Chibi Fu:
In the autumn of René n (xū), in July, Perilla and her guests went boating under the Red Cliff. The breeze blows gently and the water can't reach the surface. Give wine (zhǔ) guests, recite moon poems and sing graceful chapters. Small (sh ǒ o) swallow, the moon rises in Dongshan, wandering among cattle. Milky white fog across the river, clear water. Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross the boundless river. The vastness is like a virtual wind, and I don't know where it ends; Floating like an independent world, feathering into a fairy. So I had a good time drinking, and I was singing while I was holding the boat. Song Yue said, "Zhugui (zhào) blows the blue oar, striking the sky and tracing the streamer. I am pregnant, and I hope that beauty is on one side. " The piper leans on the song and makes peace (hè). Its voice wails, like resentment, like crying, like complaining, and the reverberation is lingering [ni m: o]. Dancing in the valley, crying in the lonely boat.
Su Zibi (Qi M 6533 guest said: "There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south." Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking at Xiakou in the west and Wuchang in the east. Miao Shanchuan (liáo) is gloomy and dusty. Isn't this Meng Zhizhi who is trapped? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou, went down to Jiangling, and went downstream to the east, all the way (zhú) and all the way (lú). Jīng (j Ι ng) has an empty flag, Qi (sh Ι) drinks near the river, and Heng (Shuoī Ι) poems are also heroes in the world. My son Yu Qiao and I are in Zhu Jiang, ZH incarnation. We are friends of elk and deer. We are in the same boat, we are related by blood [2]. Sending Mayflies (fú) and Mayflies (yóu) to the ground is a drop in the ocean. Mourn for a moment of my life (yú) and envy the infinity of the Yangtze River. Take the flying fairy to travel, hold the bright moon, and end. I couldn't understand it at the moment, but I heard about it in Hengtai.
Perilla said, "Do you know my husband's water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has never been there; If the person is full, he will never rise or fall (zh m: ng). Gai must view it from its changers, then heaven and earth can't be in an instant; If we look at it from its unchanging point of view, then things are infinite to me, but why envy them? Besides, between heaven and earth, everything has its own owner, not mine, so I will take it for nothing. However, the wind in the river and the bright moon in the mountains are beautiful when they meet. They are inexhaustible treasures of the creator and suitable places for me and my son.
The guests are happy, gēng washes the lights (ZH M 6 dishes (yáo), and the cups and plates are messy (jí). Sleeping on the boat, I don't know if the east is white.
Su Shi, a great writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, wrote two poems about Chibi, which were later called "Pre-Chibi Fu" and "Post-Chibi Fu", both of which were famous works in the history of ancient China literature. Su Shi was demoted 1082. He visited Chibi near Huangzhou twice in autumn and winter and wrote these two poems. During this period, the author's thoughts are contradictory: on the one hand, he feels resentment and pain at being brutally attacked; On the other hand, I always want to seek liberation from Laozi and Zhuangzi Buddhism. At the same time, in the interaction with Tian Lao, he felt warm, strengthened his confidence and made his thoughts closer to reality. His poems on the red wall reflect his thoughts and feelings at this time.
Su Shi, a famous writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, had a rough life because he insisted on his political integrity in the struggle between the old and new parties. His ideological realm also deepened with the change of environment and the breadth of experience. In the autumn and winter when Yuan Feng's politics was hopeless for five years, he wrote Qian Chibi Fu and Hou Chibi Fu, which not only reflected the change of his ideological realm, but also reflected the new change of his creative style, and became important works representing the new realm of China's ancient prose creation and the new height of the integration of prose and prose.