Original text:
Qu Yuan, who was once released, swam in the river beach and sang on the bank of Zehe River, with a haggard color and a haggard description. When the fisherman saw this, he asked, "Isn't this son Dr. San Lv's?" Why? " Qu Yuan said, "The world is cloudy, and I am alone. Everyone is drunk, I wake up alone, I can see. "
The fisherman said, "A saint is not obsessed with things, but can keep pace with the times. The world is muddy, why not spit its mud and make waves? Everyone is drunk, why not feed the bad ones? Why think deeply and hold high, and let yourself become? "
Qu yuan said: "I heard that the new bather plays the crown and the new bather shakes his clothes;" Ann can observe with her own body, but what about the person who collects things? I'd rather go to Xiangliu and be buried in the belly of a river fish. Can Ann be white and covered with secular dust? "
The fisherman smiled and walked away with the drum, but he sang: "The water in the rough waves is clear, you can hold my tassel;" The water in the rough waves is turbid, so you can lick my feet. "Then go, no longer use words.
Translation:
After being exiled, Qu Yuan roamed the Yuanjiang River and sang along the osawa. He has a haggard face and a thin body. The fisherman saw him and asked, "Aren't you Dr. San Lv? Why is this happening? " Qu Yuan said, "Everyone in the world is filthy, but I am innocent. Everyone was drunk, but I was sober, so I was exiled. "
The fisherman said, "A saint is neither frozen nor stagnant, nor bound by external things, and can constantly change himself with the world. Everyone in the world is turbid, so why not disturb the sediment and raise the water waves and let them go? Everyone is drunk. Why don't you eat some distiller's grains and drink some thin wine to get drunk together? Why do you have to be far-sighted and far-sighted and let yourself be exiled? "
Qu Yuan said, "I heard that people who have just washed their hair must dust off their hats. People who have just taken a shower must shake the dust off their clothes. How can I let my white body be defiled by dirty things? I would rather jump into the water in Hunan and be buried in the belly of a river fish. How can noble quality be contaminated with secular dirt? "
The fisherman smiled, tapped the side of the boat with his paddle and left, singing, "The water in the surging waves is crystal clear, and Qu Yuan can throw my hat tassel into the river to wash it. The water in the rough waves is turbid and can wash away my mud feet. " So he left and stopped talking to Qu Yuan.