Fu, a style in ancient China, pays attention to literary grace and rhythm, and has the nature of poetry and prose. The following is the original and translation of Xiao Yuan Fu compiled by me. I hope it will be helpful to everyone!
Xiao Yuan Fu
Northern and Southern Dynasties: Yu Xin
On the branch of Ruofu, Chao Fu found a nest; In a pot, Hugong has a place to live. The condition of Guan Ning Chenopodium bed is that it can be worn and seated; Ji Kang's stove is warm and sleepy. Do you have to connect the bridal chamber, the first in Nanyang? Chiyong Qingsuo, the home of Wang Gen in the Western Han Dynasty. I have a few acres of seclusion, lonely people outside, talking about the wax, talking about the wind and frost. Although Yan Ying is close to the city, it does not seek the benefits of the morning and evening; Pan Yue faces the city, and enjoys the pleasure of living in seclusion. The situation is that the yellow crane abstains from dew, and it is not intended to be in Lunxuan; Living in the shelter from the wind, I am ruthless in bells and drums. Lu Ji's brothers live together, Han Kang's uncles and nephews are different, and the snails are ciliated and compatible.
Er Nai hangs around the cave, talking about chiseling blanks. The trees are exposed, and the willows are downwind. The piano number is Zhuzhu, and the title is Yubei. There are pears without a museum, and jujube without a table. There are still eight or nine feet on the side, dozens of steps in vertical and horizontal directions, two or three rows of elms and willows, and more than a hundred trees of pears and peaches. Pull out the secret and see the window, and walk the oblique road. Cicadas are not surprised when they are alive, but they are not afraid when they are alive! Grass and trees are confused and branches intersect. The mountains are covered with fat, and the ground has a hall depression. Tibetan and raccoon dogs live in caves, and milk magpies live in nests. Lianzhu bacteria, long-handled cold. It can cure hunger, stay late, be rugged and narrow, and leak through. The eaves lean straight and hinder the hat, and the households are parallel and hinder the eyebrows. There are no cranes in the tent, but turtles in the bed. Birds have more leisure, and flowers follow the seasons. The heart is dead, and the hair is sloppy. It's terrible not in summer, but sad in autumn.
an inch and two inches of fish, three poles and two poles of bamboo. Clouds and gas are shaded in the bushes, and gold is cultivated in autumn chrysanthemum. Jujube, sour pear, peach and plum. Fallen leaves are half a bed, and flowers are everywhere. It's called the savage's home, which is called the valley of the foolish old man. Trying to stop in Maolin is a long-term envy of smoking. Although there is a door and it is long and closed, there is no water and it is constant. I met you in the third spring, and I found you in May. Ask Ge Hongzhi about his medicinal properties, and visit Bulin of Jingfang. Grass has no intention of forgetting worries, and flowers have no heart of happiness. Why do birds chase wine? Why do fish listen to the piano?
it's against virtue to give different orders in cold and summer. Cui Jian lost his years with unhappiness, and Wu Zhi recovered from his illness with long worries. The town house god looks at himself in the mirror with a stone, tired of mountain spirits. Repeatedly moving the songs of Zhuang Yu, a few lines of Wei Ke's life. Thin late idle boudoir, young and old carry each other; The son of Wang Ba with a bald head and the wife of Liang Hong. There are two jars of wheat and one bed of cold vegetables. Coquettish and coquettish, trees are in a hurry, and the sky is miserable and the clouds are low. Gather empty positions and make noise, but frighten lazy women and hiss.
in the past, grass was boastful, and it was a celebration of classical Chinese. There is a virtue in the door and a book in the home. Or accompany the view of Xuanwu, and participate in the Phoenix Market. The concept is influenced by the propaganda room, and Yang Yuzhi is endowed with a long life.
hence, landslides and rivers are exhausted, the ice is broken and tiles are cracked, and the thieves are sneaking and disappearing forever. Destroy the three dangers, and break the road to ten percent. Jing Ke has the sorrow of cold water, and Su Wu has the difference of autumn wind. Guanshan is miserable, and Longshui is cut off from the liver and intestines. Turtles talk about the cold here, and cranes are stunned by the snow this year. It's too late to be a hundred years old. Don't snow the wild goose gate, read the distance of Honglu first. Not Huai Hai is changeable, not Jin Dan is changeable. Don't be violent at Longmen, but bow down at Maban. I'm afraid that heaven is ignorant, and people are muddy.
Translation
On a branch, Chao Fu will have a place to live: in a pot, Hu Gong will have a place to live. Besides, there are chenopodium beds in Guan Ning, which are worn out but can still sit comfortably; Ji Kang's stove while the iron is hot can not only keep warm but also sleep on it. Is it necessary to have a Gaotang building with a portal like Nanyang Fanzhong? The official residence with green terraces and blue lacquer knockers like Wang Gen in the Western Han Dynasty! I have a few acres of small garden and a shabby hut, which is lonely and isolated from the noisy world. Let's just compare it with the spacious house where Fu La is sacrificed, and let's just use it as a shelter from the wind and frost. Although it is close to the city like Yan Ying residence, it does not seek the benefits of the morning and evening; Although you live in the same city as Pan Yue, you can enjoy the happiness of living in peace and quiet. Besides, Heming is only a warning sign, and he didn't intend to take a gorgeous car; Living in a bird is just a shelter from the wind, and I have no intention of sacrificing bells and drums. Lu Ji and Lu Yun brothers once lived in the same place, while Yin Hao and Uncle Han lived together without distinction. The snail's horn and the cilia of mosquitoes are enough to shelter.
So I wandered around the hut made of earth, talking about the place where Yan He broke away. Sycamore trees are scattered, and the breeze in Liu Xia is Xu Lai. There is a string of pearls to play, and there is a famous reading of "Jade Cup". Tangli is luxuriant without luxurious palaces, and Zizyphus jujuba is abundant without gorgeous pavilions. There are also irregular small gardens with dozens of steps, two or three rows of elms and willows, and more than 1 pears and peaches. Open the thick branches and leaves to see the window, and walk through the winding path to get the road. Cicada is hidden in the shade without fear, and it is not afraid of being caught without a net. The grass and trees are mixed and the branches cross. A pile of soil is a mountain, and a small depression is water. Live in the same cave with Tibetan raccoons and nest with milk magpies. If the fine grass is connected with pearls, the gourd is hung high. You can relieve hunger and live here. The narrow room is uneven, and the hut leaks air and rain. The eaves are not high enough to touch the hat, and the households are low and straight enough to touch the eyebrows. The curtains are simple and the bed is simple. Birds dance leisurely and slowly, and flowers bloom and fall with the seasons. My heart is dead, and I am silent; Hair like disorderly silk, Peng Bai unbearable. Not afraid of hot summer, not sad bleak autumn.
fish swim one inch and two inches, and bamboo has three poles and two poles. Fog fills the air with overgrown yarrow, and autumn chrysanthemum in September is picked as gold essence. There are jujube pears, peaches and plums; Half a bed of fallen leaves, dancing full of fragrant flowers. It can be called the home of the savage, and it can also be called the valley of the foolish old man. Taking advantage of the shade to enjoy the cool under this lush forest, you can appreciate the long-admired seclusion. Although the garden has a door and is often closed, it is really a hermit without water and heavy. I got to know the hoe in the evening and was visited by the fur-clad in May. Seeking Ge Hong's medicinal properties, visiting the change of Zhouyi in Jingfang. The grass that forgets worries can't forget worries, and the flower of Changle has no intention of Changle. Why don't birds drink Lu wine? Why do fish go out to listen to the piano?
Besides, I can't adapt to the different seasons here, and it goes against my own temperament and conduct. For example, Cui Jian lost his life because he was unhappy, and Wu Zhi became ill because he was worried for a long time. Burying stones subdues house gods, and hanging mirrors threatens Shan Yao. It often arouses Zhuang's homesickness, such as Cabbage's delirium several times. Every evening, in the leisure room, young and old, carry each other. There is a son like a flying canopy, and a wife with a bun and cloth. There are two jars of wheat and a bed of cold vegetables. The trees are swaying in the coquettish wind, and the sky is gloomy. Birds gather in empty warehouses to make noise, cicadas surprise crickets and sing together.
In the past, careless people used to fill in the blanks, thanks to Qing Yu. My ancestors are noble and pure, and they owe the emperor a book. Sometimes I accompany my chariot to the Xuanwu Que, and sometimes I drive the Phoenix Hall. For example, Jia Yiguan was influenced by the propaganda room, and Yang Xiong wrote Changyang in Zhilu.
then the river collapses, and the ice breaks and the tiles crack. The thieves messed up the country, and the glory of the Liang Dynasty was extinguished forever. Experience is like a three-dangerous mountain road, and danger is like a ten-fold-up flat road fracture. Like Jing Ke's cold water laments, like Su Wu's autumn wind farewell, Guanshan's romantic feelings are sad because of homesickness, and the flowing water in Longtou cuts off the intestines. Turtles complain about the cold in the north, so the country is ruined; The crane sighed this year's snow and shuddered. A hundred years, with a flick of your finger; Chinese New Year, old age is approaching. Unfortunate bad luck before the snow is bumpy and humiliating, and I miss it like a swan that stays away and never returns. It can't change like a pheasant entering Huaihai, and it can't change like a golden elixir in the tripod. It' s not a slap in the face, but a martyr; It's a whining horse, and the humiliation is hard to say. Honesty, heaven, ignorance; I lament that people can't understand my difficulties.