Ji Xiang Xuan zhi
Author Gui Youguang Chaoming
Jixuan, Qiannan attic. This room is only ten feet square and can only accommodate one person. A century-old house, dust and mud oozing out, rain betting; Every time you move a case, you can look at it. You have no choice. The room faces north, so it gets dark at noon. I repaired it a little so that it wouldn't leak from it. Four windows were opened in front, and a wall was built around the yard to keep out the sunshine in the south. It was sunny and the room was bright.
I planted orchids, osmanthus trees, bamboo and other vegetation in the yard, which added new luster to the old railings. Borrowing books, singing, sitting still, everything can be heard; The court was silent, birds pecked and people didn't go. On the night of the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, the moon is high, illuminating half of the wall. The shadows of osmanthus trees are scattered, and the shadows are shaken by the breeze, which is very lovely.
However, I live here, and there are many things to be happy about and many things to be sad about. Before that, the courtyard was connected with the north and the south. Parents are different. There are many small walls inside and outside, often. After separation, dogs treat people living in the same yard as strangers, guests have to go through the kitchen to eat, and chickens roost in the hall. The yard was fenced in at first, then the wall was repaired and changed twice. There is an old woman in the house. She used to live here. Old woman, my dead grandmother's maid, nursed for two generations, and her mother was very kind to her. The west and the back of the house are connected, and my mother used to come.
The old woman often says to me: "This place, your mother used to stand here." . Yu added, "Your sister is crying in my arms; Mother knocked on the door with her finger and said,' Are you cold? Do you want to eat? I responded outside the board meeting. "Don't put it off until tomorrow, I cried, I cried." After a while, he brought one and said, "My grandfather Tai Changgong brought it to the emperor. You can use it in the future!"
Instead of going, he closed the door with his hand and said to himself, "My family's study has been ineffective for a long time, but I can wait for my son to succeed!" After a while, he took an elephant and said, "My ancestor Tai Changgong Xuande gave it to North Korea. You will use it one day!" "Looking at the ruins, like yesterday, is a trombone.
The veranda with windows on the ridge has caught fire four times and can't be burned down. It must be protected by gods. After living together for a long time, people can be distinguished by their feet. Liu Bei and Cao Cao fought for the world, and Zhuge Liang was born in central Gansu, and made great achievements.
Ji Xiang said: "Shu Qing defends the Dan point and benefits the world, and then Qin Huang builds a daughter to clear Taiwan;" Liu Xuande and Cao Cao fought for the world, and Zhu Gekongming started in Longzhong. The ignorance of both sides is in a corner, and the world knows enough. The rest of the area is defeated in the house, and when the eyebrows are raised and the eyes blink, it is called a spectacle. If anyone knew about me, I'm afraid they would regard me as a frog in the well. "
After I wrote this article, five years later, my wife married my family. She often came to the porch to ask me some old things, and sometimes I learned to write at the table. My wife went back to her parents' house to visit relatives, and came back to report to my little sister: "I heard that my sister has a small attic. What is that small attic?" ? "In the next six years, my wife died and my room was broken. Two years later, I was ill in bed for a long time without any sustenance, and I sent someone to repair the South Pavilion. The pattern was slightly different from the past. However, after that, I was more outside than living here.
There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted by my wife when she died. Now it stands tall and luxuriant like an umbrella.
Translation annotation
Xiangjixuan used to be the south attic. The indoor area is only ten feet square, which can accommodate one person. In this century-old house, the soil (on the roof wall) leaks from the top, and the rain keeps flowing downwards; Every time I move the table, I look around and there is no room for the console table. The room faces north, so the sun can't shine. It will be dark in the afternoon.
I repaired it a little so that it wouldn't leak from it. Four windows are open forward, and the courtyard is surrounded by low walls to block the sunshine in the south. The sun is reflecting and shining, and the room is very bright. Orchids, osmanthus trees, bamboo and other vegetation are planted at will in the hospital, and the railings in the past have also added new luster.
Books at home are full of bookshelves. I look up and recite poems loudly. Sometimes I sit quietly and listen to the sounds of nature. The courtyard and steps are quiet, birds fly down from time to time to peck, and people don't leave here. On the night of the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, the bright moon hung high and lit up half the wall. The shadows of osmanthus trees were scattered and the breeze blew through them, which was very lovely.
However, I live here with many happy things and many sad things. Before this, the courtyard was connected with the north and the south. When uncle and uncle were separated, there were many small doors inside and outside, and there were walls everywhere. After separation, dogs treat people who used to live in a yard as strangers, guests have to go through the kitchen and chickens live in the hall.
The yard was fenced off at first, then it was built into a fence and changed twice. There is an old woman at home who used to live here. This old lady, my late grandmother's handmaid, has been nursing for two generations, and my mother is very kind to her. The west side of the house is connected with the inner room, where my dead mother was.
The old woman often says to me: This place, your mother used to stand here. The old woman added: Your sister is crying in my arms; Your mother knocked on the door with her finger and said, is the child cold? Do you want to eat? I answered one by one through the door. I started to cry before I finished, and the old woman also shed tears.
I have been studying on the porch since I was fifteen. One day, my grandmother came to see me and said, long time no see, son. Why do you stay here silently all day, like a girl? When I left, I closed the door with my hand and said to myself: My family has been studying for generations. Although it has not been famous for a long time, my son's success can be expected!
After a while, he came up with an elephant and said, "This was used by my grandfather, Emperor Xuande, when he was in office. You will definitely use it in the future! " ! Looking back, it seems as if it happened yesterday, making people burst into tears. There used to be a kitchen to the east of Jixiangxuan, and people had to pass in front of it to go there.
I live in it with the windows closed. After a long time, I can tell who it is by the footsteps. A ridge porch * * * was burned four times, but it couldn't burn down. Probably protected by the gods. I think: Bashu miser Qing, guarding the cinnabar mine, got the greatest benefit in the world. Later, in recognition of her, Qin Shihuang built a women's platform.
Liu Bei and Cao Cao competed for the world, and Zhu Gekongming made contributions from Longzhong. When these two people live silently in a remote place, where can the world know about them? I live in this small shack, and in the blink of an eye, I feel that there is something extraordinary in this shack. People who know, do you want to say that I am no different from a shallow frog?
After I finished writing this article, my wife came to my house five years later. She often comes to the porch to ask me some old things. Sometimes she learns to write at her desk. My wife went back to visit her relatives and said to her little sisters, I heard that my sister has a small attic. What is that small attic? Six years later, my wife died, and Ji Xiangxuan was dilapidated and not renovated.
Two years later, I was ill in bed for a long time and had no (spiritual) sustenance, so I sent someone to repair the South Pavilion, and the pattern was slightly different from the past. However, after that, I spent most of my time outside and didn't often live here. There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted by my wife when she died. Now it is as tall and lush as an umbrella.