Six kings finish, and the four seas are one family. Shushan is upright, and Fang is not here. Overpressure exceeds 300 miles, isolated from the sun. Mount Li is built in the north and folded in the west, leading directly to Xianyang. Erchuan dissolves and flows into the palace wall. Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to a pavilion; Corridor waist back, eaves high; Hold the terrain, intrigue. There are thousands of waves in the hive. What is a cloudless dragon lying on a long bridge? After the road is empty, don't blame Eric? High and low, I don't know the west and the east. Singing warm, spring is harmonious; Ballroom cold sleeves, wind and rain sad. Within a day, the climate is uneven between palaces.
The concubine, the prince and the grandson resigned from the downstairs hall and came to Qin. Singing at night, for Qin citizens. The stars are shining and the cosmetic mirror is on; Lv Yun came forward and combed Xiao Huan; Nutrient flow is greasy, and fat water is abandoned; The smoke is foggy and the pepper orchids are also burning. The thunder shook and the palace car passed; I don't know what I was doing when I was listening in the distance. A muscle, a capacity, extremely beautiful, standing overlooking, a face of good luck; There are still 36 years to hide. Zhao Yanzhi's collection, the rule of Han and Wei dynasties, the elite of Qi and Chu, plundered by generations, surrounded by mountains and waters; Once you can't get it, you lose it. Dingdong jade, gold nuggets and pebbles, give up throwing. Qin people regard it, but don't cherish it.
Ha ha! One person's heart, ten thousand people's heart. Qin loves luxury and people are homesick. How can we use it like sand? There are more pillars in the negative building than farmers in Nanmu. There are more rafters on the beam than working women on the plane; The phosphorus in onion is more than that in millet. The joints of ceramic tiles are uneven, more than the whole body silk; There are more vertical columns and cross sills than nine battlements; The orchestra's strings are hoarse, and they talk more than the city people. Let people all over the world dare not speak or get angry. The single husband's heart is getting more and more arrogant. Shout, shout, Hanguguan. The Chu people are on fire, poor scorched earth.
Oh! Those who destroy the six countries are also six countries, not Qin; Qin is also a Qin family, not the world. Hey, honey! Make the six countries love each other, enough to refuse Qin; Let the state of Qin love the six countries again, and give it to three generations to be king forever. Who wins and who dies? Qin people feel sorry for themselves, and later people mourn for them; Later generations grieved, failed to learn from it, and let future generations mourn for future generations.
★ The Six Kingdoms Theory (reciting the full text) Su Xun
The downfall of the six countries was not bad for soldiers, but bad for war and Qin. If you are guilty of Qin, you will lose your vitality, and you will be defeated. Or: the six countries mourn each other and lead the way to Qin? Say: those who don't pay bribes will be lost. Gai lost his strong support and couldn't finish it alone. So the drawback lies in the bribery of Qin.
In addition to capturing Qin, the small ones captured the city and the big ones captured the city. Compared with the income of the Qin dynasty, it is actually one hundred times more than the people who won the battle; In fact, the death of princes is a hundred times that of the defeated. Then the great desire of the Qin dynasty, the great misfortune of the princes, is not in war. Think of my grandfather, dew cream dew, cut thorns to make room. Children and grandchildren don't cherish it very much, and giving it to others is like throwing away dirt. Cut five cities today, ten cities tomorrow, and then sleep for one night. Looking around, the pool is coming again. However, the vassal's land is limited, and the desire to storm Qin is insatiable. The more complicated it is, the more urgent it is. Therefore, the victory or defeat of the enemy without fighting has already decided the outcome. As for subversion, what is reasonable is reasonable. The ancients said: "Serving Qin with the earth is more like carrying firewood to put out the fire. The salary is endless and the fire will not go out." This statement is correct.
Qi people didn't blame Qin, and finally the five countries moved out. What a pity! And won without helping the five countries. Since the five countries fell, they must be together. The prince, from the beginning, was far away, but he could keep his land and was not loyal to Qin. Therefore, although Yan was a small country and then died, it was also effective to use troops. For Dan, with Jing Qing as the plan, the disaster started soon. Zhao tasted five battles in Qin, two defeats and three wins. After the Qin Dynasty, Zhao was attacked again, but Li Mulian did it. Mu Mu was slandered and punished, Handan was the county, but there was no end to fighting, which was regrettable. When Zhao Yan's Qin Dynasty was completely destroyed, it could be said that it was a desperate situation, and it was a last resort to die in defeat. In order to make the Three Kingdoms love their places, Qi people should not be attached to Qin, assassins should not, and good generals should still be there, so the number of victories and defeats and the principle of survival are not easy to measure compared with Qin.
Oh! I bribed the state of Qin to seal the princes of the world, served the wizards of the world with the heart of Qin, and strived to go west. I'm afraid the people of Qin couldn't eat any more. Sad husband! With this trend, it was robbed by the power accumulated by the Qin people, and the moon was lacking day by day, in order to tend to extinction. Those who serve the country are plundered by accumulated power.
Husband and Qin were vassals, weaker than Qin, but there was still a tendency to win without taking bribes. The story that the world is big and the six countries are broken is that it is under the six countries again.
★ Nian Nujiao? Chibi Nostalgia (Reciting the Full Text) Su Shi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
★ Yong Yule? Gu Beiting in Jingkou remembers the past (reciting the full text) Xin Qiji
Throughout the ages, heroes can't find Sun Zhongmou. Dancing in the pavilion, singing on the platform, wind and rain always blow away romantic feelings. The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived. Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground!
However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou. Looking back, there is a crow club drum under the beaver temple! Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat?
The required two ancient poems and classical Chinese are here.
There was moonlight in the lotus pond, so our teacher gave up. I wonder if you will give up (I'm from Jiangsu). I found it for you, too It's up to you whether you want to see it or not.
Lotus pond moonlight
original text
I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond I walked through every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, some of which bloom gracefully and some are in bud shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the sleepy eyes. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan put it well in "Lotus Picking Fu":
So that demon girl,
Rowing;
Snipe head back,
Concurrent feather cup;
I can move, seaweed can hang,
The ship moved and sailed smoothly.
Erqi fiber girdle element,
Slow down your steps;
Shi Xia Yuchun,
Young leaves and early flowers,
Laughing is afraid of touching the petticoat,
Afraid the boat will capsize.
It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.
Then I remembered the words in Song of Xizhou:
Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake.
If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -think like this, suddenly look up and feel that it is already your own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.
Zhu Ziqing (July 1927, Beijing Tsinghua Campus). )
English
I feel very uneasy in the past few days. Tonight, when I was sitting in the yard enjoying the cool air, I suddenly realized how different the lotus pond I passed every day looked under the full moon. The moon is flying higher and higher in the sky, and the childish laughter from the alley outside the wall has disappeared. My wife is patting Juner in the room and humming a lullaby to him. I slipped on a gown, went out and locked the door.
A cinder path winds along the pond. This road is inaccessible, even during the day, few people pass by, so it is quieter at night. The trees around the pond are thick and dense, and there are willows and other trees by the roadside that I can't name. On a moonless night, the track is almost terrible dark, but tonight it is very clear, although the moonlight is pale.
Walking alone on the path with my hands behind my back, I feel that the whole world belongs to me. I have stepped out of my usual self and entered another world. I like excitement and quiet. Under the full moon, I can think of anything I like or nothing, which gives me a feeling of freedom. All day work can be ignored. This is the advantage of loneliness: I can enjoy the large fragrant lotus and moonlight to my heart's content.
Looking around, the winding pool is covered with neat leaves, sticking out of the water like the open skirts of dancing girls. These layers of leaves are dotted with white lotus flowers, which are either shyly open or in bud, just like sparkling pearls, stars in the blue sky, or beautiful women who have just bathed. The breeze brought fragrance, just like a faint song from a tower in the distance. Leaves and flowers trembled slightly, and the fragrance was taken away in an instant. As the dense leaves bend, an opaque emerald can be glimpsed. It is the gentle running water below, and its color is invisible, even though the leaves look more elegant than before.
Moonlight pours on lotus leaves and lotus flowers like water, and a pale blue mist floats up from the pond, making them look like they have been washed in milk, or fall into a gauze-like dream. Although the moon is round, a layer of light clouds in the sky does not allow its light to pass through brightly; But I think all this is good-although refreshing sleep is essential, taking a nap also has its unique charm. The moon shone from behind them, and the dense trees on the mountain cast a square shadow. The black shadow loomed like a devil, and the sparse and elegant willow shadow seemed to be painted on the lotus leaf. The moonlight on the pool is uneven, but the light and shadow form a harmonious rhythm, just like a beautiful tune played on a violin.
There are trees all around the pond, mostly willows. These trees completely surrounded the pond, and the only small clearing left was the roadside clearing, which was obviously prepared for the moon. All the trees are as gloomy as smoke, but you can tell the lush willows among them, and the distant mountains loomed above the treetops-only their outlines. A street lamp or two appeared in the Woods, listless, like the eyes of a sleepy person. At this time, the most lively voices are cicadas in the trees and frogs in the pool; But this animation is their own, and I didn't participate.
Then picking lotus flowers flashed in my mind. This is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River, which obviously originated very early and was the most popular in the Six Dynasties. We can see it from the songs at that time. The girls in the boat picked lotus flowers and sang touching songs as they walked. We can be sure that they came out in droves, and there were audiences, because it was a happy and romantic festival. Emperor Liang Yuan described this very well in his poem Lotus Pickers:
Clever boys and beautiful girls
Reach an understanding when rowing;
Their bows turned slowly,
But the glass passed quickly;
Their oars got tangled,
When they crossed the duckweed,
And a girl with a thin waist
Turn and stare behind you.
Now spring and summer meet,
Leaves are tender and flowers are fresh;
They protect their silk with smiles,
They pulled their skirts for fear that the boat would capsize.
There, we have a photo of these pleasant trips. It must be a pleasant thing, but unfortunately we can't enjoy it today.
I still remember some poems in West Island:
When they were picking lotus in Nantang in autumn.
Lotus flowers bloom higher than their heads;
They bent down to pick up lotus seeds,
Seeds as translucent as water.
If a girl is picking lotus here now, that flower will also be raised above her head-ah, it is not enough to have a ripple shadow! I miss the south so much that I suddenly looked up and found that I had reached my home. Gently pushed open the door and tiptoed in. I found it was quiet and my wife was sleeping.