The meaning of drawing a sword and striking a pillar is to draw a long sword and hit it hard on an illusory jade pillar.
Original text of "Ode to Hate":
Looking at the plain, the creeping grass lingers in the bones and the arching trees gather the soul. At this point in life, is it a matter of fate? So I hated people and was frightened. Those who remember the ancients will die of hatred.
As soon as the Emperor of Qin pressed his sword, the princes galloped to the west. To level the world, according to the same text, Huashan is the city and Ziyuan is the pond. The ambition is overflowing, but the force is not yet completed. The square frame is made of turtles as beams, patrolling the sea on the right to see off the sun. Once the soul is broken, the palace carriage will leave late.
If the king of Zhao was captured, he moved to Fangling. In the dusk, my heart beats, and I am confused and excited. Farewell the beautiful concubines and beauties, mourn the golden carriage and jade chariot. I want to drink wine, but I am filled with sadness. Long live the ages, and it’s hard to overcome a grudge.
When Li Jun surrendered to the north, his reputation was humiliated and his body was wronged. Draw your sword and hit the pillar, hanging your shadow to shame your soul. My love goes to Shangjun, but my heart stays in Yanmen. Split the silk to tie the book and swear to repay Han's kindness. The morning dew is coming, what's the point of shaking hands?
When Ruofu Mingfei passes away, he will look up to the sky and take a deep breath. Zitai is a little further away, Guanshan Wuji. The swaying wind suddenly rises, and the sun disappears in the west. The long geese fly less, and the clouds are less colorful. When will I see you, the king? Eventually it will end in a foreign land.
When Jingtong arrived, he returned to the fields. Seclusion but sweeping away, blocking the door and not being an official. On the left, I look after the children. Abandoned by the public officials, literature and history are full of ups and downs. There is no place for ambition, but endless ambition.
Ji Fu Zhongsan was sent to prison, and his spirit was high. The turbid mash is introduced in the evening, and the plain piano is played in the morning. The autumn day is bleak and the clouds are dull. The strange meaning of Yu Qingxia is unstoppable during the night of cultivation.
There may be a lonely minister who is in tears and a wicked son whose heart is broken. Traveling to the sea, wandering and garrisoning Longyin, this person only hears the sad wind blowing up, and his blood is stained. It also contains sourness and sighs, and is lost in oblivion.
If you are riding on the track, the car is on the track, the yellow dust is on the ground, and the song is blowing everywhere. All smoke and fire are gone, and the bones are closed in the spring.
That’s it! The spring grass is blown by the late autumn wind, and the spring grass grows when the autumn wind stops. The qiluo is complete, the pool and the pavilion are exhausted, the harp and harp are extinguished, and the hills and ridges are flat. Death has occurred since ancient times, and everyone swallows his voice without drinking hatred.
Vernacular translation:
Autumn colors spread all over the sky, and the plains are thousands of miles away. Here are the remnants of the ancient battlefield. Looking around, there are only the vines wrapped around the bones and the gloomy dead trees. It is like a hell that gathers the soul, desolate and desolate. If life has reached this point, how can we know that the way of heaven is safe?
My eyes are full of loneliness and sadness, my heart is full of pain, and my mind seems to recall the souls of the dead that have faded away with time. Thinking about the desolate fortress and the dangerous pavilion, how many people will end up heartbroken and devastated by the hatred for the rest of their lives?
Qin Shihuang raised his sword and pointed eastward, while the millions of troops of the Nine Kingdoms Allied Forces had also marched westward.
The princes have been fighting for hundreds of years, the sky and the earth are spinning, and the sun and moon have no light. In the end, Emperor Qin flattened the world, and all foreign civilizations were shattered into pieces with the light of swords and flowed into the void.
Relying on the danger of Huashan Mountain as a city and the depth of the Purple Abyss as a pond, the great cause of pacifying the world has been completed, but the cruel nature has not changed after all. They set up turtles as beams and exiled millions of people as soldiers to open the border. The country is in turmoil, the wind and rain are ruthless, the beauty of thirty years has passed by in an instant, leaving only a confused and frightened person! On the day when the garrison died, his soul returned to the west...
After being captured, King Zhao finally left the thousand-mile territory that his ancestors had guarded for hundreds of years, riding a wailing horse, followed by Sasha The ministers shed tears and marched towards Fangling.
Every time the sun sets in the west, I think of the vivid past events, the carved beams and jade bricks, and the palaces and palaces flowing eastward ruthlessly with the waves. I recall it countless times, and each time I couldn't let it go for a long time. Farewell to the beauties in their hometown, abandoning the luxurious golden carriages and carriages. When I want to raise a glass and drink, the sadness pours out like the snow waves... It is hateful and lamentable, wasted heroic ambition and old youthful love!
The eternal fame is still there, but you were lonely and unfortunate during your lifetime. Fame, fame, you can’t compare to the sorrow and resentment!
Li Ling fought through the desert and traveled thousands of miles north. Wherever he passed, he saw a sea of ??blood with the finger of a white blade. I just lamented that after three years of fighting, they could not defeat the Hu people's 80,000 cavalry.
When he bowed his head and accepted the surrender, the glory of the battle only turned into an eternal infamy, leaving only the memory of treason and betrayal of the master... He pulled out the long sword and struck it hard on the illusory jade pillar, and time and space were shattered. The ghost and the ghost inside couldn't help but shudder.
I am deeply attached to the palace of the Han family, but I can only stay here in Yanmen! How can the broken jade silk contain thousands of words? At this time, there is only one sentence, "I will go to hell and repay my kindness in the next life!"
I don't know how many years later in the morning, the water droplets on the window quietly streaked The curtain of confusion has opened, and life and death are parting. If we could meet each other at this time, what should we say?
When Concubine Ming was about to leave, she looked up to the sky and sighed, lamenting that her life experience was incompetent, and even more so that the world was ruthless.
It’s far away, far away, the imperial carriage of Zitai has disappeared. Looking at the vastness of Guanshan Mountain in the distance, how can we fly across it thousands of miles away?
Amidst the rustle of the wind in the sky, the sun gradually sets in the west. The wild geese in Longdi began to fly south in groups, while the ribbon-shaped floating clouds left only a monotonous and lonely line. What was the king thinking about in the palace at this moment? Walking through the desert and passing through foreign lands, it is "Thousands of years of playing nonsense on the pipa, with clear resentment in the music" (Du Fu's poem)!
Feng Yan quit his job and returned to his fields, closed the door to thank guests, and sighed all day long. The children at home are still childish, but in the end it is just nothingness. Without the status of public minister, even a small civil servant will eventually turn a blind eye.
On the day when the lofty ambitions are shattered, there is only the endless sigh. Only because of this can there be the eternal tragedy of "poetry in old age moves Jiangguan"!
When he was about to go to prison, his spirit was still so exciting.
A cup of turbid wine, slowly drank alone every dusk, and a plain piano, played alone every dawn. All I could see before me was the bleakness of autumn, the clouds thousands of miles away, and the gloom. No light. In a trance, the mighty Qing Ming soared into the sky, casting light into the long night. The lonely old minister once shed tears of regret, and the unfilial descendants will eventually be heartbroken because of their ignorance. In the vast expanse of waves, you may be able to recall your experience of being exiled to Longshui.
When I heard the bad news that day, my heartache lingered with the winter wind for a long time and could not be dissipated. The tears were blurry and it was even harder to stop. When the clothes stained are no longer tears but blood, how much sadness can we taste?
I have gone back and forth looking for this, but I can never see the tragic and heroic scene of a broken halberd sinking in the sand, nor can I find the helplessness along the ancient road of Huangchen. Thousands of years have passed, and the horseshoes have buried dozens of dynasties one after another, and the tracks of the wheels have finally become as gorgeous as the Milky Way. The yellow smoke was billowing, and lamentations gradually sounded from the deep corners of every soul. The blood and tears are all gone, passed by time, lost in the yellow sand. Only the solitary smoke of the desert dissipated, and only the bones of the last horse slowly submerged into the cold spring. All of this is almost over. Thousands of years of spring and autumn change, hundreds of years of wind and rain, the spring grass grows again, and the autumn wind blows. Qiluo dimmed its luster, the pool hall peeled off its red tiles, the strings of the harp and harp were cut off, and the hills and ridges gradually turned into flat rivers. The country remains unchanged, but the country has changed. Who has never died since ancient times? Thinking of this, who doesn't sob silently for this eternal hatred.