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In the autumn of René n (xū), in July, Perilla and her guests went boating under the Red Cliff. The breeze blows gently and the water can't reach the surface. Give wine (zhǔ) guests, recite moon poems and sing graceful chapters. Small (sh ǒ o) swallow, the moon rises in Dongshan, wandering among cattle. Milky white fog across the river, clear water. Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross the boundless river. The vastness is like a virtual wind, and I don't know where it ends; Floating like an independent world, feathering into a fairy.
At this time, he was very happy to drink, slapping the ship's rail with his hand and singing. Song Yue said, "Zhugui (zhào) blows the blue oar, striking the sky and tracing the streamer. I am pregnant, and I hope that beauty is on one side. " The piper leans on the song and makes peace (hè). Its voice is full of resentment, longing, crying and complaining, and the lingering sound is endless. Dancing in the valley, crying in the lonely boat.
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. Miao Shanchuan (liáo) is gloomy and dusty. Isn't this Meng Zhizhi who is trapped? 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. Kuang Wu and Zi Yuqiao are friends with fish, shrimp and elk (mí) on the Zhu Jiang (ZH incarnation). You can lift a bottle that belongs to each other by riding in a flat boat. Sending Mayflies (fú) and Mayflies (yóu) to the ground is a drop in the ocean. Mourn for a moment of my life (yú) and envy the infinity of the Yangtze River. Take the flying fairy to travel, hold the bright moon, and end. I couldn't understand it at the moment, but I heard about it in Hengtai. "
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 will not ebb and flow. Beggars will see from their own changes that heaven and earth can't be in an instant. If we look at it from its unchanging point of view, then things are infinite to me, but why envy them? Between heaven and earth, everything has its own master. If it's not mine, it's a dime. Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains. Ears hear sounds, eyes see colors. It is an inexhaustible treasure of the creator (zàng), and my son and I are suitable (SHI). "
The guests smiled happily and cleaned their lights more carefully. Dishes (yáo) are exhausted, and cups and plates are messy (jí). Sleeping on the boat, I don't know if 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 is blowing slowly, and the water on the river is calm. So I raised a glass to invite guests to drink, recited the moon poem and sang the chapter in My Fair Lady. After a while, the moon rose from Dongshan and moved slowly between Dousu and Niusu. White fog crosses the river, and the moonlight reflected by the river is connected with the sky. We let reedlike boats float freely on the boundless river and cross the vast river. How vast, like sailing in the sky, I don't know where the ship will stay; What a trance! We seem to be independent in the sky, abandon the world and fly to immortality.
At this time, drinking wine, I knocked on the boat and sang happily. The song says: "osmanthus trees, Mulan paddles, light waves in the moonlight, boats, floating on the water in the moonlight." How deep, my feelings, looking up at the person I admire, he is in that distant place. " There is a guest who plays the flute with Su Shi. He plays the flute according to the tune. The flute sounds like resentment, yearning, crying and talking. The ending is sad, euphemistic and long, like a continuous filament. It can make dragons in the abyss listen to songs and dance, and make widows who sit alone in a boat cry.
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 in the middle of the river with you, fishing and chopping wood on the sandbar, taking fish and shrimp as partners, elk as friends, driving a lonely boat, and drinking together here. Like a ephemera, parasitic between heaven and earth, as small as a drop in the ocean, lamenting the shortness of my life and admiring the endless flowing water of the Yangtze River. I am willing to walk with the immortals and live with the bright moon. I know this is impossible to get easily, so I can only pin the sound of the flute on this sad autumn wind. "
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 round, but it doesn't increase or decrease after all. If we look at them from the changing side, then everything between heaven and earth has changed 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 I don't have everything, I can'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. No one can ban them and use them endlessly. This is an endless treasure of nature, and I can share it with you. "
Hearing this, my friend smiled happily. Wash the glass and refill it. All the vegetables and fruits have been eaten, and the cups and plates are lying in a mess. Everyone slept on the boat, leaning against each other, and before you know it, it was dawn in the east. Houchibi mansion
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It is the hope of October and will return to Lingao after starting from Tang Xue. The two guests never gave Sakamoto the yellow mud. Since the frost has 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, like a Songjiang perch. How about Gu 'an's wine? " Go home and find a woman. The woman said, "I had a beer fight and hid it for a long time, just for fear that my son would need it."
So I swam to the red cliff with wine and fish. The river is noisy, and the shore breaks thousands of feet; The mountain is high and the moon is small, and the truth comes out. Once the sun and the moon were geometric, but the mountains and rivers were unrecognizable. Jade wears clothes, walks stones, wears velvet, lives in tigers and leopards, climbs dragons, climbs storks' dangerous nests and overlooks the secluded palace in Feng Yi. You can't cover two guests at will. However, the whistling, the vibration of vegetation, the sound of mountains and valleys, and the wind and water are surging. Giving is also quiet and sad, awe and fear, and it is impossible to stay. Instead, get on the boat, let it flow and stop it.
It will be half past midnight, and I will be lonely. There is a solitary crane, and the river comes from the east. Wings, like wheels, suddenly rang and swept to the boat and left to the west. The guest left, gave it and fell asleep. I dreamed that a Taoist priest was wandering under Lingao and said, "The joy of Chibi?" Ask his name, but don't answer. "alas! Hey! I know all about it. Aren't those people who flew past me evil in the past night? " The Taoist priest smiled and was surprised. Open an account and have a look. I can't see it.
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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. By this time, it was first frost, and all the leaves had fallen out. Our figure was reflected on the ground, and we looked up and saw the bright moon hanging high. Looking around, I am 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 wonderful night? A guest said, "Tonight, I cast my net and caught a fish with a big mouth and fine scales, which 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 for a rainy day. "
In this way, we visited the bottom of Chibi again with wine and fish. The flowing water of the Yangtze River makes a sound, and the steep bank of the river is steep; The mountains are high and the moon is small, the water level drops and the rocks are exposed. It's just how many days have passed, and I can't recognize the river view I saw last time! I lifted my skirt and went ashore, stepping on steep rocks and pushing aside messy weeds; Crouching on the strange stone in the shape of tiger and leopard, sometimes pulling the branches in the shape of dragon, 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 vegetation shook, the mountains sang with me, the deep valleys echoed, and the wind surged. I don't feel sad. I feel scared. I think it's horrible here. I can't stay long. Go back to the boat, row the boat to the middle of the river and let it go with the flow.
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 on his tail was a black skirt and dressed in white. It quacked and blew our boat to the west. After a while, the guests left and I went home to sleep. I dreamed that a Taoist priest, dressed in feathers, walked briskly to your Excellency Lingao, bowed to me and said, "Did you have a good trip to Chibi?" 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 to call me last night? " The Taoist priest turned to laugh, and I suddenly realized. When I opened the door, I couldn't see where he was.