Original text of Chibi Fu
Su Shi (Song Dynasty)
In the autumn of Renxu, in the seventh month, Su Zi went boating with his guests. Under the Red Cliff. The breeze comes slowly and the water waves are calm. Lifting the wine belongs to the guest, reciting the poem of the bright moon, and singing the graceful chapter. Shaoyan, the moon rises above the east mountain, wandering between the bullfights. White dew flows across the river, and the water reaches the sky. Even though a reed is like this, thousands of hectares are at a loss. The vastness is as if Feng (píng) is riding the wind in vain, but does not know where it stops; the flutteringness is as if he is left alone in the world, becoming immortal and ascending to immortality.
So they drank and had a lot of fun, and sang along to the boat. The song goes: "The orchid oars are hanging on the osmanthus, and the light is shining in the sky. I feel the mist in my arms, and I look forward to the beauty in the sky." There is a guest who plays the cave flute, and he sings and sings. His voice was whining, like resentment, admiration, weeping, complaining, and the lingering sound was like a wisp. The lurking dragon dances in the secluded ravine, and the concubine weeps in the lonely boat.
Su Zi was stunned, sitting upright, and asked the guest: "Why is it so?" The guest said: "'The moon and stars are sparse, and the black magpie flies south.' This is not a poem by Cao Mengde. Looking to the west of Xiakou and to the east of Wuchang, the mountains and rivers are close to each other and the sky is green. Isn't this what Meng De was trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke through Jingzhou, went down to Jiangling, and followed the river to the east. zhú) Boats (lú) thousands of miles away, jing (jīng) flags covering the sky, wine (shī) lining the river, horizontal branches (shuò) composing poems, they are heroes for a lifetime, how are they now? Kuangwu and Zi Yuqiao (qiáo) ) on the river Zhu (zhǔ), friends with fish and shrimps (mí) deer. He rides a small boat with a leaf (páo) to send flies (yóu) to each other. The sky and the earth are like a drop in the vast sea. I mourn for a moment in my life, and I envy the infiniteness of the Yangtze River. "Wind."
Su Zi said: "You also know that water and the moon are like this? Those who have passed away are like this, but they have not yet passed away; those who are full and weak are like that, but the soldiers will not grow and fall. They will change by themselves." If you look at it, you can see that heaven and earth have never changed for a moment. If you look at it, things and I are endless, so why should I envy you? Everything in heaven and earth has its own owner. Even if you don’t take any of it, you can only take it from the breeze on the river or the bright moon in the mountains. You can take it without restraint and use it inexhaustibly. It is the endless treasure of the Creator. Yes, and the place where I and my son are eating.”
The guest smiled happily, washed his cup and drank more. The core of the food (yáo) is gone, and the cups and plates are in a mess (jí). They were lying in the boat with their pillows, and they didn't know how white the east was.
Translation of "Ode to Red Cliff"
In the autumn of the Renxu year, on the 16th day of the seventh month, my friend and I took a boat to play under Red Cliff. The breeze blows slowly and the water on the river is calm. So he raised his glass and invited the guests to drink with him, and recited the "Moonrise" chapter in "The Book of Songs·Chen Feng" ("Moonrise" contains the sentence "Shu Yao Jiu Xi", "Yao Jiu" is the same as "Yao Yao"). After a while, the moon rose from the east mountain and moved slowly between the constellations Dipper and Ox. The white mist stretches across the river, and the moonlight reflected on the river is connected to the sky. We let the reed-leaf-like boat float freely on the vast river surface, crossing the vast and vast river surface. How vast and vast it is, like riding the wind in the sky, not knowing where the ship will stop; how trance-like, we seem to be alone in the sky, abandoning the world, flying into the sky and becoming immortals.
Drinking wine at this time, I was very happy, knocking on the side of the boat and singing. The song goes: "Oars made of laurel trees, oars made of magnolias, (oars) cut through the light waves under the moonlight, (boats) go upstream on the water floating in the moonlight. How deep, my feelings, looking up The sage I long for (Song Shenzong) is in that far away place. "There was a guest who was traveling with Su Shi and played the flute in harmony with the song. The sound of the flute sounds like resentment, yearning, crying, or confiding. The ending is sad, melodious, and long, like an endless thread. It can make the dragon in the abyss dance and the widow sitting alone in a boat weep.
With a sad and melancholy look, I straightened my clothes, sat upright, and asked my friend: "Why is (the tune) so (sad)?" The guest said: "'The moon and stars are sparse, and the black magpie is south. Fly', isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking to the west is Xiakou, and looking to the east is Wuchang. Surrounded by mountains and rivers, it is green. Isn't this the place where Cao Mengde was besieged by Zhou Yu? When he captured Jingzhou and Jiangling, along the When the Yangtze River flows eastward, the warships are connected for thousands of miles, the flags cover the sky, they pour wine facing the river, and recite poems with their spears across the river. They were heroes of the generation, but where are they now? Not to mention that I am with you in the river. Fishing and cutting firewood on the sandbank, keeping fish and shrimp as companions, making friends with elk, driving a solitary boat, toasting to each other here, just like mayflies, parasitic between heaven and earth, as small as a grain in the sea. Grain, lamenting the shortness of my life, and envying the endless flow of the Yangtze River. I hope to travel with the immortals and live forever with the bright moon. I know that this cannot be obtained easily, so I can only place the lingering sound of the flute on this sadness. "The autumn wind."
I said: "Do you also know the water and the moon? (The river water) always flows, but they do not flow away; the moon is always round and missing, But it doesn’t increase or decrease after all.
If you look at their changing side, then everything in the world has changed in less than a blink of an eye; if you look at their unchanging side, all things are eternal like us, and we envy them. What are they? Besides, everything in heaven and earth has its own owner. If it is not owned by me, even a tiny bit cannot be obtained. Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains become sounds when heard by the ears, and scenery when seen by the eyes. Possess them, no one can prohibit them, and use them endlessly. This is nature's endless treasure, and I can enjoy it with you. ”
After hearing this, the friend smiled happily. He washed the cups and poured wine again. The dishes and fruits had been eaten, and the cups and plates were placed in a mess. Everyone slept in the boat with pillows on each other. Unknowingly, the eastern sky was already bright.