In autumn, July 16, Sue's family and friends went boating under the Red Cliff. The breeze blows gently, but the waves are quiet. Raise a glass to propose a toast to one's companions, recite (praise) moon poems and sing melodious music. Soon, the bright moon rose from the back of Dongshan Mountain, hovering between Dousu and Niusu. White fog crosses the river, and clear water connects the sky. Let the boat drift everywhere, wandering on the boundless river. Walking around in the breeze (on the river), I don't know where I will stop, and I feel as light as if I want to leave this world and fly away, like a Taoist feather.
At this time, he was very happy to drink, slapping the ship's rail with his hand and singing. The song says: "Guigui is like a blue paddle, striking the sky and tracing the streamer." I am so misty, so I look forward to beauty and heaven. "There are people who blow a hole and make up by singing, and their voices are sad: there are complaints, crying and complaints; The sound is endless; It can make the dragon dance in the deep valley and make the widow in the lonely boat cry.
So he cheered up after drinking, knocked on the ship's rail with his hand and sang loudly. The song sings: "Sweet-scented osmanthus wooden boat paddles vanilla, facing the empty waves and the flowing water is full of light. My heart is far away, and I hope Iraqis are on the other side of the world. " The companions played the flute, and the flute whined with the rhythm of the song: like resentment, like admiration, like sobbing, like whispering, and the sound echoed on the river and lingered in the air. Can make the dragon in the deep valley dance for it, can make the widow in the lonely boat cry for it.
Su Shi's face was sad and sad, so he sat up in a corner and asked the guest, "How do you know?" ? "The guest said," There are few stars in 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 winding and gloomy; Isn't this Meng Zhizhi trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou and went down to Jiangling, downstream to the east. It is thousands of miles long, covered with flags, drunk on the river, writing poems sideways. The hero of the solid world, now? My son and I, firewood over Zhu Jiang, make friends with fish, shrimp and elk, and belong to each other with a boat and a bottle. It's a drop in the ocean to send a mayfly into the earth. Lament the moment of my life and admire the infinity of the Yangtze River; Fei Xian went on a trip, holding the bright moon and dying; Knowing that it is impossible to get it suddenly, I hate it. "
Su Shi's expression is also sad. He straightened his skirt and sat upright. He asked his companion, "Why is Xiao Sheng so sad?" The companion replied: "The moon stars are rare, and blackbirds fly south." Isn't this a poem by Cao Gong and Meng De? You can see Xiakou in the east and Wuchang in the west. Mountains and rivers are connected and gloomy. Isn't that where Cao Mengde was besieged by Zhou Yu? At the beginning, Jingzhou was captured, Jiangling was captured, and it went down the Yangtze River. His warships stretched for thousands of miles, covered the sky with flags, drank by the river and recited poems with spears. He is indeed a hero in the world, but where is he today? What's more, I am fishing and chopping wood with you on the waterfront, keeping company with fish and shrimp, and being friends with elk, driving this boat (on the river) and toasting each other, just like a ephemera in the world, as small as chestnut rice in the sea. Sigh that our life is only a short moment, and admire the endless Yangtze River. Travel around the world hand in hand with the immortals, embrace the bright moon and live forever. Knowing that these can't be realized after all, I have to turn my regret into a flute and entrust it to the sad autumn wind. "
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. Gai must look at it from its own changes, and heaven and earth cannot be temporary; If you look at it from its constant point of view, then everything is endless to me. What do you envy? 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 audible to the ears and visible to the eyes. Inexhaustible, inexhaustible. It is the creator's endless hiding place, and my son and I are in the right place. "
Su Shi said, "Do you know this water and the moon? What has passed away is like this water, but it has not really passed away; When there is a shortage of wheels, like this month, it is not profitable after all. It can be seen that from the changeable side of things, there is no moment between heaven and earth; From the unchangeable side, everything is as endless as one's own life. What is there to envy? Besides, between heaven and earth, everything belongs to it, and if it is not what it should be, it won't even get a penny. Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can hear the sound in the ears and draw all kinds of colors in the eyes. No one will ban these things, and there will be no worries when they feel it. This is an inexhaustible treasure (gift) of the creator, and you and I can share it together. "
Guests smile, wash the lights more carefully, the dishes are done, and the cups and plates are messy. Sleeping on the boat, hugging each other, I know the horizon has turned white.
So the companion smiled and changed the cup to drink. All the vegetables and fruits have been eaten, except the cups and plates on the table. (Perilla and her companions) slept on each other's pillows on the boat, and before you know it, the sky was a fish-belly grey.