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In the autumn of Ren (é n) (xū), in July, Perilla and her guests were boating under the Red Cliff. The wind is cool and the water is quiet. She is a guest of wine (ZH incarnation), reciting the poems of the bright moon and singing beautiful chapters. (shh o) What's the matter? It's like leaving the world to be independent and becoming immortal.
So, he is very happy to drink and sing. Song Yue said, "zhào is like a blue paddle, which hits the sky and flies back. He is so weak that he looks forward to the beauty of the world. " The flute-playing guests leaned back and sang. His voice was full of resentment, tears and echoes.
Su Zibi (Qi M 6533 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 liáo, gloomy. Isn't this because Meng De is trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou, went down to Jiangling, and went downstream to the east, all the way (zhú) and all the way (lú). Jīng (j Ι ng) has an empty flag, Qi (sh Ι) drinks near the river, and Heng (Shuoī Ι) poems are also heroes in the world. My son Yuqiao and I are in Zhu Jiang, ZH incarnation. We are friends of elk and deer. We are sailing in a boat, expecting (ZH incarnation) and (Fu).
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 cannot rise or fall. If you look at their changers, heaven and earth can't be seen in an instant. If I can see from their changers that things are endless, why envy them? Between heaven and earth, everything has its own master. If it's not mine, don't take it. But there is a breeze on the river and a bright moon in the mountains. When you hear it, you will be beautiful when you meet it. It is an inexhaustible treasure for the creator and suitable for me and my son. "
Guests are happy to smile, and wash the lights (zh m \u n) and think more (zhuó). A dish (yáo) is exhausted, and the cups and plates are messy (jí). Phase pillow in the boat, I don't know the east is white.
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In autumn in Ren Xu, on July 16, my friends and I went to the Red Cliff by boat. The breeze blew slowly and the water on the river was calm. So we raised our glasses to invite guests to drink together, read the moon poem and sing the chapter in the poem "My Market". Soon, the moon rose from Dongshan and moved slowly between Dousu and Niusu. White fog crossed the river. What a trance! We seem to be alone in the sky, abandoning the world and flying into immortality.
At this time, I was drinking wine and singing happily on the side of the boat. The song says: "osmanthus trees paddle, Mulan paddles, (paddles) split light waves in the moonlight, and (boats) swim upstream on the floating water in the moonlight." How deep my feelings are, I look up at the person I miss, and he is in that distant place. " One of them is with Su Shi.
Su Shi's face suddenly changed. He adjusted his clothes, sat up straight and asked his friend, "Why (melody) is so sad?" The guest said, "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, full of green. Isn't this the place where Cao Mengde was besieged by Zhou Yu? When he captured Jingzhou and Jiangling, he went down the river, with thousands of miles of warships, covered the sky with flags, poured wine on the river, and recited poems with guns at his side. Originally, he was a hero. Where is he now? Besides, I'm fishing and chopping wood with you on the river bank and sandbar, with fish and shrimp as partners and elk as friends, driving alone here and toasting each other. I am just a ephemera parasitic between heaven and earth, as small as a drop in the ocean, lamenting the shortness of life and admiring the endless flowing water of the Yangtze River. I hope to swim with the gods and live with the bright moon. I know it's impossible.
Su Shi said, "Do you also know water and the moon? (River water) always flows, but does not flow away; The moon is always round and short, but it does not increase or decrease after all. If we look at their changing side, everything between heaven and earth will change in less than a blink of an eye. If from their unchanging side, everything is as eternal as ours, what do we envy them? Besides, between heaven and earth, everything has its own owner. If it weren't for me, I wouldn't even get a little bit. Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains become sounds to the ears and scenery to the eyes. There is no end to owning them and using them. This is an endless treasure of nature, and I can share it with you. "
Hearing this, my friend smiled happily. Wash the cup and pour the wine. All the vegetables and fruits have been eaten, and the cups and plates are lying in a mess. Everyone slept on the boat with pillows, and before they knew it, it was dawn in the east.
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This is the hope of October. When I walk back from Tangxue, I will return to Lingao. These two guests have never drunk yellow mud. Now that the frost and dew have 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 and a thin mouth, which looks like Songjiang perch. How about Gu 'an's wine? " I went back to find a woman. The woman said, "I've been hiding wine for a long time just for my son."
So with wine and fish, I swam to the red cliff again. The river is noisy and the shore breaks thousands of feet; The mountain is high and the moon is small, and the water comes out. It used to be the geometry of the sun and the moon, and mountains and rivers can no longer be recognized. Yu Nai took off his clothes, walked on the rocks, put on velvet, lived in tigers and leopards, climbed dragons, climbed storks' dangerous nests and leaned against Fengyi's secluded palace. Two guests can't take their time. They rowed and roared, the vegetation shook, the mountains fluctuated and the valleys echoed.
It's half past midnight, and I'm lonely. A solitary crane came to the east bank of Hengjiang River. Its wings, like wheels, suddenly rang and were taken to the boat and headed west. After a while, I went to sleep. I dreamed of a Taoist whose feathers were wandering under the height, and I wanted to give them away. Ask his name, but don't answer. "alas! Hey! I know. Those people who flew past me in the past night are not evil but evil? " The Taoist priest smiled and was surprised. He opened an account and looked at it, but he couldn't see its location.
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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. At this point, the frost has fallen and all the leaves have fallen off. Our figure reflected on the ground, looked up and saw the bright moon hanging high. We looked around and felt 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 beautiful night? " A guest said, "Tonight, I cast a net to catch fish. The fish's mouth is very big and the scales are very thin. It 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 in case you need it urgently."
In this way, with wine and fish, we once again visited the bottom of Chibi. The flowing water of the Yangtze River makes a noise, and the steep banks are steep and steep. The mountain is very high, the moon looks very small, and the water level drops, exposing rocks. How many days have passed, and I can't recognize the scenery I saw last time! I lifted my skirt and went ashore, stepping on steep rocks and pushing aside messy weeds; Crouching on a strange stone in the shape of tiger and leopard, sometimes holding a dragon-like branch, 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 plants shook, the mountains sang with me, the deep valleys echoed, and the wind surged. I feel sad, scared and sad here.
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 at the tail is like a black skirt, and his white clothes are like white clothes. It quacked and blew our boat to the west. After a while, the guests left and I went home to sleep. I dreamed of a Taoist priest, wearing clothes made of feathers and walking briskly. I asked his name, but he bowed his head and didn't answer. "oh! Oh, dear! I know everything about you. Didn't you fly over my boat last night? " The Taoist priest turned to laugh, and I suddenly realized. When I opened the door, I couldn't see where he was.