quickly remove the braid with scissors, and make dry beef into a stew.
once a hero goes to prison, heaven and earth are sad.
when you are in danger, you have to mix your hands. Gan Kun only has two heads! Three hundred translations and notes of ancient poems
Translation
Zou Rong, my little brother, went to the East at an early age.
cut off the pig's tail with a knife and take beef with you as dry food.
The hero broke into the prison door, and the world mourned for you.
when you die, you have to hold hands, which is a great death glory! Appreciating the 29th year of Guangxu in Qing Dynasty, the author and Zou Rong were arrested in Shanghai. Zou Rong wrote a book "Revolutionary Army", and the author prefaced it for him. In addition, he wrote an article scolding the Manchu emperor in the newspaper. The author thought that they were afraid that they would not get out alive this time, so he wrote this poem to Zou Rong, expressing that he would share the same trouble with him, life and death. Zhang Taiyan (1869.1.12-1936.6.14), whose original name was Xuecheng, was named Uncle Mei, in memory of Mei Cheng, a lyricist in the Han Dynasty. Later renamed Binglin. Because of the strong anti-Qing consciousness, Mu Gu Jiang (Gu Yanwu) changed his name to Jiang, and his name was too inflammatory. The world often calls him "Mr. Taiyan". In his early years, he was also called "Master of the Ointment Orchid Room" and "Private Disciple of Ivanx Liu". China, a native of Yuhang, Zhejiang Province, was a thinker, historian, master of park studies, master of Chinese studies and nationalist revolutionary in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. Famous scholar, whose research scope covers elementary school, history, philosophy, politics, etc., has written a lot.
Zhang Binglin
Zhang Taiyan (1869.1.12-1936.6.14), formerly known as Xuecheng, was named Uncle Mei, in memory of Mei Cheng, a lyricist in Han Dynasty. Later renamed Binglin. Because of the strong anti-Qing consciousness, Mu Gu Jiang (Gu Yanwu) changed his name to Jiang, and his name was too inflammatory. The world often calls him "Mr. Taiyan". In his early years, he was also called "Master of the Ointment Orchid Room" and "Private Disciple of Ivanx Liu". China, a native of Yuhang, Zhejiang Province, was a thinker, historian, master of park studies, master of Chinese studies and nationalist revolutionary in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. Famous scholar, whose research scope covers elementary school, history, philosophy, politics, etc., has written a lot. ? There is a water between Guazhou and Jingkou, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. Gentle spring breeze blowing green again, but, the moon in the sky, when you can take me home? —— Song Dynasty Wang Anshi's "Boating Guazhou"
Boating Guazhou
Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi
Guazhou at the mouth of Beijing is separated by several mountains.
The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me? There are 3 ancient poems, elementary school poems, spring poems, scenery writing, homesickness, and early education poems, and 1 poems of a shepherd boy riding a yellow ox, singing loudly. Suddenly want to capture the song of the tree, immediately stop singing, a silent standing next to the tree. -what Yuan Mei saw in the Qing dynasty
In the Qing dynasty, a Yuan Mei shepherd boy rode a yellow ox and sang a song.
I tried to catch cicadas, but suddenly I kept silent. There are 3 ancient poems, 1 ancient poems for children and early education, and Su Xiudao. Since July 25th, it rained heavily for three days, and autumn seedlings have enjoyed Su. One night, the hot sun turned into rain, and the dream came back to cool and cool clothes. Don't worry about the bed leaking and wet, and like the depth of the stream. Thousands of miles of rice flowers should be beautiful, and the leaves of wugeng tung are the best sound. No field is like dancing, let alone looking forward to the new year in the field. -Song Dynasty Once upon a time "Su Xiu Dao Zhong"
Su Xiu Dao Zhong Su Xiu Dao Zhong, since July 25th, it rained heavily for three days, and the autumn seedlings were happy with Su.
overnight, the hot sun turns to rain, and the dream returns to cool and cool clothes.
I don't worry about the bed leaking from the house, and I like the depth of the stream.
the flowers of a thousand miles of rice should be beautiful, and the leaves of wugeng tung should be the best sound.
I'm still happy to dance without fields, not to mention looking forward to the new year in the fields. Three hundred ancient poems, autumn, writing about rain, farmers, joy and concern for the country and the people.