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In autumn, on July 16th and 16th, Su Shi and his friends went boating in Chibi. The breeze blows gently and the water can't reach the surface. Raise a glass to propose a toast to one's companions, recite articles related to the moon, and sing praises to chapters. Not long after, the moon rose from Dongshan and hovered between the Big Dipper and the cow. Milky white fog across the river, clear water. Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross the boundless river. Vast as the wind in Feng Xu, I don't know where it ends; Floating like an independent world, feathering into a fairy.
At this time, he was very happy to drink, slapping the ship's rail with his hand and singing. The song says: "Gui Gui is like a blue paddle, striking the sky and tracing the streamer. I am pregnant, and I hope that beauty is on one side. " Guests have oral sex and rely on songs to make peace. Its voice is full of resentment, longing, crying and complaining, and the lingering sound is endless. It can make the dragon dance in the deep valley and make the widow in the lonely boat cry.
Perilla was very sad and sat in danger and asked the guest, "What is it?" The 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. The mountains and rivers are misty and gloomy. Isn't this because Meng Zhizhi was trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou and went down to Jiangling, downstream to the east. He was thousands of miles long, wearing a flag, drinking wine and singing poems across the river, and became a hero in the world. Now, where is he? My son and I are fishing in Zhu Jiang. We are friends with fish, shrimp and elk. Driving a boat and lifting a statue that belongs to each other. It's a drop in the ocean to send a mayfly into the earth. Mourn a moment in my life and admire the infinity of the Yangtze River. Fly with the flying fairy, hold the bright moon, and grow up. Knowing that it is impossible to get it suddenly, I hate it. "
Perilla said, "Do you know my husband's water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has never been there; If you are full of emptiness, the dead will not ebb and flow. Beggars will see from their own changes that heaven and earth can't be in an instant. If you look at it from its unchangeable point of view, then things are infinite to me, so why envy them! Between heaven and earth, everything has its own master. If it's not mine, it's a dime. However, the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains are empty to the ear and beautiful when they meet. They are inexhaustible and inexhaustible treasures of the creator. My son and I are suitable. "
So the companion smiled happily, wiped the cup clean again and poured it again. All the vegetables and fruits have been eaten, leaving only the cups on the table in a mess. Sleeping on the boat, hugging each other, I know the horizon has turned white.
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In autumn in Ren Xu, on July 16, my guests and I were boating under the Red Cliff. The breeze is blowing slowly, and there is no wave on the water. Raise a glass, persuade guests to drink together, recite the poem "Moonrise" and sing the chapter "My Fairness". After a while, the moon rose from the mountain in the east and hovered between Dou Su and Niu Su. A white fog enveloped the river, and the water was sparkling and connected with the sky. Let the boat drift freely across the endless white river. The river is far away, and the ship is flying in the air, and I don't know where it will stay; On the cloud nine, it's like being out of the world, without attachments, and becoming a fairy soaring into a fairy fruit.
At this time, drinking wine, I was very happy, so I knocked on the ship's rail and sang songs. She sang, "Paddles made of osmanthus trees and Mulan are beating the clear water waves and going upstream on the moonlight floating river. My feelings are far away, and I miss the monarch in my heart, far away. " Some guests will play the flute, accompanied by singing, and the flute will sob, like resentment, like nostalgia, like sobs, like whispers. After blowing, the sound is long, like a slender silk thread. This sound can make the hidden dragon dance in the abyss and make the widow in the lonely boat cry.
I was a little sad, so I sat up straight and asked the guest, "Why are you making such a sad voice?" The guest replied, "There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south." Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking west is Xiakou, looking east is Wuchang. Surrounded by mountains and rivers, plants are lush. Isn't that where Cao Cao was defeated by Zhou Yu? When he took Jingzhou, captured Jiangling, and followed Jiang Xiangdong, warships were thousands of miles away, flags covered the sky, drinking on the river and chanting poems. This is a temporary hero. Where is it now? Besides, you and I are fishing and firewood in a small state in the middle of the river, with fish and shrimp as partners and elk as friends; Toast each other by boat; Entrusting ephemera's short life between heaven and earth is a drop in the ocean. Sigh the shortness of our lives and envy the endless Yangtze River. I would like to walk with God and live forever with the bright moon. Knowing that this wish cannot be realized repeatedly, I had to pin this helpless mood on the music and play it in the sad autumn wind. "
I said to the guest, "Do you know the truth about water and the moon? The water just keeps flowing away, but it never does. The moon is round and short, but it has never lost or grown. If we look at it from that aspect of change, then everything between heaven and earth will not stop in the blink of an eye; From that unchanging point of view, then things and ourselves have no end. What do we envy? Besides, between heaven and earth, everything has its own master. If I didn't deserve it, I wouldn't take it at all. Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains, when you listen, you hear the sound. When you look with your eyes, you see color. No one can forbid it and enjoy it endlessly. This is the infinite treasure of nature, and you and I can share it together. "
The guest smiled happily, washed the glass and poured another. All the vegetables and fruits have been eaten, and the cups and plates are in a mess. Everyone slept on the boat with pillows, and it was dawn before they knew it.
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It is the hope of October and will return to Lingao after starting from Tang Xue. The two guests never gave Sakamoto the yellow mud. Since the frost has fallen, the leaves have fallen, and the figure is on the ground. Look up at the bright moon, take care of it, and sing and answer.
He sighed: "there are guests without wine, wine without food, and the moon is white and clear." What a wonderful night! " The guest said, "At dusk today, I got a fish with a huge scale, like a Songjiang perch. How about Gu 'an's wine? " Go home and find a woman. The woman said, "I had a beer fight and hid it for a long time, just for fear that my son would need it."
So I swam to the red cliff with wine and fish. The river is noisy, and the shore breaks thousands of feet; The mountain is high and the moon is small, and the truth comes out. Once the sun and the moon were geometric, but the mountains and rivers were unrecognizable. Jade wears clothes, walks stones, wears velvet, lives in tigers and leopards, climbs dragons, climbs storks' dangerous nests and overlooks the secluded palace in Feng Yi. You can't cover two guests at will. However, the whistling, the vibration of vegetation, the sound of mountains and valleys, and the wind and water are surging. Giving is also quiet and sad, awe and fear, and it is impossible to stay. Instead, get on the boat, let it flow and stop it.
It will be half past midnight, and I will be lonely. There is a solitary crane, and the river comes from the east. Wings, like wheels, suddenly rang and swept to the boat and left to the west. The guest left, gave it and fell asleep. I dreamed that a Taoist priest was wandering under Lingao and said, "The joy of Chibi?" Ask his name, but don't answer. "alas! Hey! I know all about it. Aren't those people who flew past me evil in the past night? " The Taoist priest smiled and was surprised. Open an account and have a look. I can't see it.
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This year1October 15, I set out from Tang Xue and prepared to return to Lingaoge. Two guests followed me and walked through the yellow clay board together. By this time, it was first frost, and all the leaves had fallen out. Our figure was reflected on the ground, and we looked up and saw the bright moon hanging high. Looking around, I am very happy; So as they walked, they sang poems and rewarded each other.
After a while, I said regretfully, "There are guests without wine, and there is wine without food." The moonlight is bright and the breeze is blowing gently. How can I spend such a wonderful night? A guest said, "Tonight, I cast my net and caught a fish with a big mouth and fine scales, which is shaped like a bass in Wusong River. But where can I get wine? "I went home to discuss with my wife, who said," I have a barrel of wine, which I have kept for a long time for a rainy day. "
In this way, we visited the bottom of Chibi again with wine and fish. The flowing water of the Yangtze River makes a sound, and the steep bank of the river is steep; The mountains are high and the moon is small, the water level drops and the rocks are exposed. It's just how many days have passed, and I can't recognize the river view I saw last time! I lifted my skirt and went ashore, stepping on steep rocks and pushing aside messy weeds; Crouching on the strange stone in the shape of tiger and leopard, sometimes pulling the branches in the shape of dragon, climbing the cliff where birds of prey nest and overlooking the deep palace of Feng Yi, the water god. Neither guest can follow me to such a high place. I screamed loudly, the vegetation shook, the mountains sang with me, the deep valleys echoed, the wind surrounded and the waves were rough. I don't feel sad. I feel scared. I think it's horrible here. I can't stay long. Go back to the boat, row the boat to the middle of the river, let it drift and stop there.
It's nearly midnight. Looking around, I feel very cold and lonely. There happened to be a crane flying across the river from the east, with wings as big as wheels. Kuroha on his tail was a black skirt and dressed in white. It quacked and blew our boat to the west.