song
Cao Cao [Han Dynasty]
Singing to wine, life geometry!
For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan.
Be generous, and your troubles will be unforgettable.
How to solve your worries? Only Du Kang. (Manufacturer only)
Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss.
But for your sake, I've thought it over.
A herd of deer, yo, ate mugwort in Ye Yuan.
I have a group of good guests, playing the piano and playing the piano.
As clear as the bright moon, when can I forget it? (Ming Zuo:)
The troubles come from this and cannot be cut off.
The weirder, the more useless.
Talk about it, and remember the past. (Talking about Zuo Yi: Talking about the banquet)
There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south.
Turn around the tree three times, what branches can you rely on?
The mountain is never too high, and the sea is never too deep.
The duke of Zhou vomited, and the world returned to the heart.
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Singing while drinking, how many years left in life.
Just like the morning dew is fleeting, so much time has passed!
The song at the banquet was impassioned, but the sadness in my heart was hard to forget.
By what to alleviate depression? Only drink wine.
Scholar, you make me miss you day and night.
It is because of you that I have been chanting deeply to this day.
Deer hummed in the sun and ate mugwort leaves in Yuan Ye.
Once talented people from all over the world come to our home, I will entertain guests in blowing sheng.
When can I pick the bright moon hanging in the sky?
Deep worries can't stop.
Guests from afar came to visit me across the criss-crossing fields.
Meet again after a long separation, have a heart-to-heart talk and relive the kindness of the past.
There are few stars in the moon, and a group of nesting magpies fly south.
Flying around trees for weeks without breaking their wings, where can they live?
The mountains do not hesitate to look at the towering rocks, but the sea does not abandon the trickle to see the grandeur.
I would like to be as courteous as the Duke of Zhou, and I would like the heroes of the world to submit to me sincerely.
2. Classical poetry in senior high school and its translation
plantain
Anonymous [pre-Qin]
Pick slugs, pick them with fine words. Pick slugs, fine print.
Select slugs and make a short comment. Pick slugs and smooth them with fine print.
Pick slugs and talk about them. Pick and choose, say short words.
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Lush and colorful slugs, let's hurry to pick them. Lush and colorful slugs, come and pick them up.
Lush and colorful slugs are picked one by one. Lush and colorful slugs, stroke them down one by one.
Lush and colorful slugs, lifted their skirts and put them in their pockets. Lush and colorful slugs, roll up your skirt and come back.
3. Classical Poetry in Senior High School and Its Translation
Transplant songs
Yang Wanli [Song Dynasty]
Fu Tian threw the seedlings to the woman, and the children pulled them out and put them in.
Dai Li is a beggar, and the rain drips from head to shoulder.
When eating, ask the canal to rest for half a minute, but bow your head and bend over just not to pick it up.
Take care of geese and ducklings when the roots of seedlings are not firmly twisted.
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The farmer throws the seedlings, the peasant woman catches the seedlings, the younger son pulls out the seedlings, and the eldest son plants the seedlings.
Hats are used as helmets and hemp fibers are used as armor. The rain came in from the head and wet the shoulder blades.
The peasant woman told the farmer to have breakfast and have a rest. The farmer bent down to work, but he didn't agree. She just said that the roots of the seedlings are not firm, and the seedlings in this land have not been planted yet. Be careful of goslings and ducklings when you go home, and don't let them destroy their seedlings.
To annotate ...
Helmets worn by ancient soldiers.
Shoulder blade (Ji): the shoulder blade, the part above the arm near the neck.
Qu: He, a pronoun.
Korean food: breakfast; Have breakfast.
Half a second: a very short time.
Ba: Transplants, plants.
Turn: all over; It is full.
Take care of. It means be careful here.
4. Classical poetry in senior high school and its translation
Climb the peak
Du Fu [Tang Dynasty]
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
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It is very sad that there are birds hovering on the river with clear water and white sand.
Endless trees rustling leaves, endless Yangtze River water rolling in.
Sad to autumn, I feel that Wan Li has been wandering all the year round and has been sick all his life. Today, he is alone on the high platform.
Life is hard, and I often regret my career failure and get old. I'm full of sadness, and I'm worried about my cup.
5. Classical poetry in senior high school and its translation
Gui Tian Yuan is in Qiyi.
Tao Yuanming [Wei and Jin Dynasties]
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.
I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. (mistaken: mistaken)
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.
Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
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When I was young, I didn't adapt to the secular character, and I naturally loved natural scenery.
It has been more than ten years since I strayed into the shackles of the secular world and stayed away from the countryside in a blink of an eye.
Birds in cages miss the forests where they once lived, and fish in ponds miss the deep pools where they once played.
I am willing to open up wasteland in Yuan Ye in the south and go home to farm according to my stupid idea.
There are more than ten acres of land around the house in Fiona Fang, and there are 89 huts and huts.
Lush elms and willows cover the back eaves, and peach and plum trees are planted neatly in front of the house.
Houses in neighboring villages can be seen in the distance, and smoke from kitchen chimneys is floating over the village.
Several dogs barked in the deep streets, and cocks kept crowing at the top of mulberry trees.
There are no worldly chores in the yard, and there is plenty of comfort and leisure in the quiet room.
Trapped in a cage for a long time without freedom, I finally returned to Forest Mountain today.
6. Classical poetry in senior high school and its translation.
Visit Tianmu Mountain in a Dream
Li Bai [Tang Dynasty]
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible;
But the more people talk about the mother mountain, the clouds are light or visible.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.
The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast. (Forty-one thousand works: ten thousand)
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.
I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling.
Cave stone gate, drain in tiankeng.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!
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Listening to overseas visitors talking about Yingzhou, it's really hard to find it in the vast distance.
Vietnamese people talk about Tianmu Mountain, which can sometimes be seen among the swaying clouds.
Tianmu mountain towering into the sky, connected with the sky, flat out of the sky; The mountain is higher than the five mountains, covering Chicheng Mountain.
Tianmu Mountain is so high that even the 48,000-foot-high Tiantai Mountain seems to be leaning to the southeast and kneeling on the ground.
I want to sleepwalk to wuyue as the Vietnamese say, and fly over Jinghu Lake under the bright moon at night.
The moonlight of Jinghu Lake shone on my figure and sent me all the way to Tongxi.
The place where Xie Lingyun lived is still there today. The clear lake is rippling and apes are singing.
Wearing Xie Gong's special wooden shoes on his feet, he climbed the mountain road and went straight into the sky.
Halfway up the mountain, I saw the sun rising from the sea and the crowing of pheasants in the air.
Numerous rocks overlap, the mountain road twists and turns, hovering and changing. Obsessed with flowers and leaning on stones, I don't feel it's getting dark.
Bears are growling, dragons are ringing, springs in rocks are shaking, making deep mountains and forests tremble and towering peaks shake.
The clouds are dark, as if it is going to rain, and the water waves fluctuate, producing fine smoke.
Lightning and thunder, the mountain seems to have collapsed.
The stone gate of Xianfu opened with a bang in the middle.
The blue sky in the cave is boundless, with no end in sight. The sun and the moon shine on the palace made of gold and silver.
Dressed in rainbows, riding the wind like a horse, the immortals in the clouds descended to earth one after another.
The tiger plays the harp, and the phoenix pulls the cart. The immortals lined up like hemp.
Suddenly my soul stirred, and I woke up suddenly and couldn't help sighing.
When I woke up, there was only a pillow mat around me. The smoke and clouds I just saw in my dream were gone.
The joy of the world is like a dreamland. Since ancient times, everything has gone forever.
Goodbye, I don't know when I will come back this time. For the time being, put the white deer between the green cliffs, and when you want to travel far, ride it to visit famous mountains.
How can you grovel for the powerful, so that you can't have a comfortable smile!
7. Classical Poetry in Senior High School and Its Translation
Pipa player's song
Bai Juyi [Tang Dynasty]
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, seeing off guests in Songpukou and listening to those who play the pipa in the middle of the night will have the clank of iron in Kyoto. Asked male, Ben Chang 'an advocates women, learns the pipa from the old and faded Mu and Cao, and devotes himself to being a good girl. Then he ordered wine and asked Aauto Quicker to play some songs. When I was young, I told myself my happiness. Now I am wandering, haggard and wandering between rivers and lakes. After two years as an official, I feel at ease and feel that I have moved towards the future. Because of long sentences and songs, every 616 words are called pipa xing.
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao". (Six Works: Green Waist)
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. (Take a short break: take a gradual break)
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. (take a job: v)
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. (silver grate: cloud grate)
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? !
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the morning of spring with flowers and the night of autumn with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you.
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
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In the tenth year of Yuanhe, he was demoted to Sima of Jiujiang County. In the autumn of the following year, I went to Songpukou to see Fujian off. At night, I heard a woman on the neighboring ship playing the lute, carefully examining the sound, which was quite Beijing-like. I asked her about her history. She used to be a musician in Chang 'an. She used to learn pipa skills from famous pipa players Mu and Cao. Later, when she was old, she married a businessman. So I ordered the wine to be set and let her play some music to her heart's content. After the performance, she looked sad and told the happy past when she was young, but now she is wandering and haggard, wandering between rivers and lakes. I have been a local official for two years, and my mood has always been very peaceful. However, her words touched me, and I felt exiled that night. So I wrote this seven-character song, sang it and gave it to her. A word * * * 6 16, entitled Pipa.
In the evening, I went to Xunyang River to see the guests off, and the maple reeds were rustled by the autumn wind.
My guests and I dismounted from the boat to bid farewell and drank useless music.
If you don't drink well, it will be even sadder. When we left, there was a Leng Yue in the boundless river.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa from the river; I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave.
Find the sound source and ask softly who is playing the pipa? Pipa stopped for a long time, but it was still silent.
We moved the boat closer, invited her out to meet us, and asked the servants to add more wine to rekindle the banquet.
It was a long time before she came out slowly, holding the pipa in her arms and covering her face.
She turned the piano shaft tightly, plucked the strings and tried to play a few times, but before playing it into a tune, she had feelings first.
The sad voice of the strings suggests meditation, as if telling her life's unhappiness.
She kept her brow down and played slowly and continuously, pouring out endless sadness in her heart.
Close it gently, twist it slowly, wipe it, pick it, and play "Colorful Feather" first, then "Liuyao".
The voice of the big string is heavy and heavy, like a storm, and the small string is light and quiet, eager and fine, like people whispering.
Noise and tangles play alternately, just like pearls, big and small, falling off the jade plate one by one.
For a while, it is like a flowering oriole singing tactfully and smoothly, and for a while, it is like spring water flowing under the ice.
It seems that the cold and astringent pipa sound of the ice spring began to condense, and the condensed but unsmooth sound gradually stopped.
It seems that another kind of sadness and hatred is secretly breeding. At this time, the sound is more moving than the sound.
Suddenly, the pipa sounded suddenly high, like a silver bottle bursting and water rushing; It's like playing a team of fighters, whistling with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plectrum crossed from the middle of the strings, and the four strings roared as if tearing the cloth.
It turns out that boats and cruise ships in the east and west are very quiet, and only the autumn moon reflected in the middle of the river is white.
She thoughtfully put the pick away and inserted it on the strings; Then tidy up your clothes, get up and stand, and converge your facial expressions (sadness and resentment when you think deeply).
She said that she is a famous singer in Beijing, and her hometown is in Ling Ran, southeast of Chang 'an.
At the age of thirteen, he learned to play the pipa, and his name was registered in the first part of Jiao Fang Philharmonic Orchestra.
Every time I perform, I marvel at the master of art, and every time I make up Chengdu, I envy my fellow singers.
All the rich children in Beijing are vying to give me a reward. Whenever a song is played, I don't know how many colored silks to give.
The beat of the silver grate at the bridgehead is often broken and scattered, and the red skirt is stained with wine without regret.
Year after year, I spent my time laughing and playing, and the good times of autumn and spring were wasted.
Jiao Fang's brothers joined the army, and the aunt in charge died. I am old and faded in the past.
Cars and horses in front of the door reduce diners, and you have to marry a businessman when you are old.
The businessman only pays attention to profit, but despises parting. Last month, he went to Fuliang to buy tea and handle the goods.
He left, leaving me alone at the mouth of the river. Moonlight around the boat Bai Rushuang, the river is so cold.
I often dream of having fun as a teenager in the middle of the night, and I wake up crying in my dream and stain my face.
I shook my head and sighed when I heard the pipa, and it was even more embarrassing to hear her speak.
They are also poor people who are reduced to the end of the world. Why do you ask if you have met when you meet today?
I have been ill since I left the prosperous capital Chang 'an last year and was demoted to live by Xunyang River.
Xunyang is a desolate and remote place, without music, and you can't hear the orchestra all the year round.
Living near Ganjiang River, low-lying and humid, around the yard, try to plant some Huang Wei and bitter bamboo.
What can you hear here sooner or later? Full of sad cries of cuckoo apes.
The riverside flowers are as beautiful as a moonlit night in Qiu Jiang, so there is no alternative but to drink wine alone.
Are there no folk songs and village flutes here? It's just hoarse and harsh.
Listening to the music you play with the pipa tonight is like listening to the fairy sound in the sky, and my ears suddenly become open.
Please don't refuse to sit down and play another song. I want to write a new poem "Pipa" for you.
Moved by my words, she stood for a long time, turned and sat down, and then tightened the strings to dial an urgent tone.
It's so sad, it's not as monotonous as when it was first played. People here are hard of hearing and have been crying.
Which of you shed the most tears? Jiangzhou Sima's blue shirt has been soaked with tears!
8. Classical Poetry in Senior High School and Its Translation
Young mermaid, Chunhua Qiuyue: When is it?
Li Yu [Five Dynasties]
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. (Column and aperture are the same)
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When did the beautiful time of spring flowers and autumn moon end? How much do you remember from before? Last night, there was a spring breeze blowing in the small building. On this bright night, how can I bear the pain of thinking of my hometown?
Carefully carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the people I miss are aging. Ask me how much sorrow I have in my heart, just like the endless flow of water from the spring river to the east.
9. Classical Poetry in Senior High School and Its Translation
Climbing Yueyang Tower
Du Fu [Tang Dynasty]
I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.
There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.
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I've heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, and today I finally boarded Yueyang Tower as I wish.
The vast lake separates Wu Chu, and the whole world seems to float in the lake day and night.
There is no news of relatives and friends, and there is only one boat to accompany them when they are old and sick.
The war in the north of Guanshan has not stopped, and tears are dripping from afar.
10. Classical Poetry in Senior High School and Its Translation
Nian nu jiao Guo dong ting
Zhang Xiaoxiang [Song Dynasty]
On the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is not a breath of wind on the grass in Dongting Lake. Jade Sword Qiongtian covers 30,000 hectares and gives me a boat. The bright moon is in the sky, and the shadow of the Ming River is clear both inside and outside. The bright moon and the bright galaxy reflect their posture in this vast jade scene, and the water surface is bright and clear. (same: same; Jade left: jade world)
It should be that I miss Linghai for many years, alone, and my liver and lungs are all ice and snow. Thanks to this round of ancient bright moon, the soul is still as transparent as ice and snow between the mountains and seas for many years. Now, I am wearing cold hair and clothes, drifting quietly in this boundless pale sea. I don't know what night it is! (liver and lung: liver and gallbladder; A work by Cang Lang: Cang Ming; Do your best: do your best; Ling Hai Zuo Yi: Ling Biao)
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Dongting Lake is connected with Caoqing Lake, which is vast and boundless. In this Mid-Autumn Festival, there is no wind. The calm and clear lake is like a mirror made of white jade, like a beautiful field paved with jade, with a width of 30 thousand hectares. Only my boat floats on the lake. The bright moon and the brilliant Milky Way reflect their own beauty in this vast jade mirror. The water belongs to Ming Che. I feel the emptiness of everything, but I don't know how to share this wonderful experience with you.
It should be considered that in the life of Guantian outside the ridge for about a year, the moonlight is with us, and our hearts are as clear as ice and snow. And now I, wearing thin clothes, calmly boating in this vast expanse. Let me hold the clear water of Xijiang River, carefully pour it into the wine spoon made of the Big Dipper, and invite the whole world to be my guests. I beat the side of the boat to my heart's content and sang aloud alone. How can I remember what year this year is!