Husband He Guiyi is unique in the world. Show the beauty of the whole city, there is victory over no rumors. Pei Ming is better than Jie Yu, and Qi Youlan is competing for fen. Light tenderness is in vulgarity, negative ambition is in high clouds. Sad for the relaxed dusk in the morning and feel the long diligence of life; In the same century, He Huan is widowed and melancholy! Wanzhu is sitting, full of ambition. Just send your fingers. The sleeves are colorful. Instantly beautiful eyes flow, and there is no point in talking and laughing. Halfway through the song, the scene falls to Xixuan. Sad businessmen knock on the forest, and white clouds lean on the mountains. Look up at the heavenly road and lean down to promote string singing. Charming spirit and elegant manners.
Inspire the voice to feel more, I am willing to talk to my knees. I want to swear to myself, but I'm afraid I'll leave. Wait for the phoenix bird to speak, lest others get ahead of me. I am confused and frustrated, and my soul turns nine times in an instant: I am willing to be the leader of clothes and inherit the first fragrance of China; I am sad for leaving Romania at night and complaining for the unfinished autumn night! I am willing to tie my slim body with the belt in my petticoat; It's cool and weird, and it's new! I am willing to be proud of my hair and brush my head on my shoulders; The repeated bathing of sad beauty has dried up from the white water! I would like to have fine eyes, I would like to have idle eyes; Sad powder is still fresh, but it was ruined by China's makeup! I am willing to be a seat in Dongguan, but I am weak in Sanqiu; The sad generation of Wen Yin is an emperor, and only after many years can you see it! I am willing to walk on silk, persistent enough to cope; Sadness is restrained, before the empty Committee abandons the bed! I am willing to be the shadow of the day, always following the shape and facing the west; There are many shades of sad trees, and generosity varies from time to time! May it be a candle at night, and a jade shine on two trees; Sad and sorrowful, the light of mulberries, the election destroys the scenery and hides the light! I would like to be a fan of bamboo, with a soft grip and sorrow; Worry about the white dew and the morning, the sleeves are full of Myanmar! I would like to be a tung tree in the forest and a piano on my knee; Sadness and happiness come with sadness and finally push me to stop!
The test will be the opposite of what you want, and the action will be hard. Embrace labor feelings without regrets and walk with Lin Nan step by step. The remains of Mulan are exposed, and the pines are overcast. There are some flaws in your behavior, and you are afraid of your heart. I was lonely and didn't see it. I wanted to look for it in the air alone. Gather light and go back to the road, sighing at the sunset. Forget the fun step by step, the color is sadness and pity. Ye Xie is angry and sad, and the sun is gone, and the moon is charming in the clouds. Birds cry alone, but occasionally wild animals don't come back. Mourning the dusk of that year, I hate myself for being old. Thinking about dreams at night, God is restless; If you rely on the loss of the ship, you won't climb the cliff. At that time, it was full of enthusiasm, the north wind was piercing, it was intense and sleepless, and the public was wandering. Taking pictures in the morning, the frost is in the prime stage. If the chicken doesn't crow, it will gather its wings, and the flute will flow far away. At the beginning, it was wonderful and dense, and at the end, it was bright and hidden. The Italian lady is here, asking for a cloud to send her arm; Yun He died without words, but died after being elected. Those who think hard and feel sorry for themselves will eventually block the mountain and stagnate the river. Facing the breeze, I am afraid of being tired, and sending weakness back to the waves. Especially "Creeping Grass" is an opportunity to recite the remaining songs of "Calling the South". Be honest and rest on eight distant feelings.
Translation and Annotation Translation of Leisure Fu At the beginning, Zhang Heng wrote "Love Fu" and Cai Yong wrote "Jing Qing Fu". They abandon flowery rhetoric and advocate a calm and indifferent attitude. At the beginning of the article, their thoughts were scattered (in the fame field), and finally they all reached a state of self-control and righteousness. This not only helps to satirize the current disadvantages, but also helps to persuade the monarch to restrain those improper thoughts that flow in evil or fall into meanness. The refined literati who wrote Ci inherited and carried forward this kind of prose from generation to generation, and (often) extended it from some similarities to others, extending the original meaning of Ci to a broader situation. Living in a deep garden in the lane on weekdays, I have more leisure, so I mentioned pen and ink to make this feeling; Although literary talent may not be more refined than that of predecessors, it probably will not distort the writer's original intention. (ah! How magnificent and elegant her charm is, she is unique and beautiful. Her beauty can be described as stunning and stunning, and the rumors about her virtue are even more fascinating. Only noisy Yu Pei can match her purity, and only noble orchids can be more fragrant with her. (So I) diluted the tenderness in the secular world and sent the elegant feelings to the clouds. Lament (time flies) that dawn is late again, how not to let people deeply feel the hardships of life; It will also end in a hundred years. Why is the joy of life so rare, but the sadness is always constant? At that time, she opened the red curtain, sat in the middle, and played the pan-guqin, rejuvenating. Long fingers brushed the good news on the piano, and white wrists danced up and down (which fascinated me). Look around, eyes flow, and sometimes smile without distracting you from playing music. Halfway through the music, the red sun slowly sank into the west wing. The slightly sad music of Shanggong echoed in the forest for a long time, and the clouds in the mountains were filled with white smoke. Sometimes she looks up at the sky, and sometimes she bows her head to urge the strings in her hand to make rapid music. She looks so charming and behaves so serenely and gently. The music played by (her) in the clear moon moved me, and I longed to sit on my knee and have a heart-to-heart conversation with her. I want to go in person and make a pledge of eternal love with her, but I'm afraid I'll be scolded for being rude, and I want to ask Jade Bird to take a message for me, and I'm afraid I'll be beaten by others. I lost my mind for countless times in an instant: I would like to be the lapel of her coat and bear the fragrance from her beautiful face, but unfortunately the satin lapel will be taken off by her at night, only complaining that the autumn night is long and the sky is not white! I want to turn into a belt on her coat to tie her slender waist. Alas, the weather is different from hot and cold, and we have to take off the old belt and put on a new one! May it turn into oil in her hair, moisten her black sideburns and let them hang over her shoulders. Poor beauty has to fry in boiling water every time she takes a shower! I would like to make makeup on her beautiful eyebrows, and she looks at it from a distance and shows off. Sadly, the powder is good only when it is painted at first, and it will be destroyed when it is torn down! I would like to be a cushion on her sofa, making her weak body weaker than in Sanqiu. If you hate it (it's cold on the first day), use embroidered brocade instead of summer sleeping mat, and use it after a long time! I would like to make a silk thread as her sole shoes, walking around with slender feet. Alas, I have to leave it in front of the bed (when I sleep)! I hope to be her shadow during the day and follow her everywhere, so pitiful that I disappear in the shade, and the situation will be different in a short while! May it become a candlelight in the dark, and under the front beam of the hall, her jade face shines. Alas, work at sunrise, rest at sunset, put out the candle and hide the light! I would like to turn it into a bamboo branch and make it a fan in her hand. I can fan out a slight cool breeze in her ying ying grip, but it will be cold sooner or later after a thousand years (so I don't need a fan), so I can only look at the beautiful woman's sleeve from a distance (sigh)! I hope I can become a paulownia tree and a violin on her lap. Alas, once I am happy and sad, it will eventually push me aside and stop decadent music! I can't get what I want, but my kindness is in vain. I was trapped by love, but no one spoke to me, and slowly strolled into the southern Woods. Living on the edge of Mulan with dew, feeling the coolness under the shade of pines. If you were here (with the right person), how would surprise and fear intersect in your heart? Moreover, the Woods are empty and lonely, and I can't see anything. I can only think about it alone, in vain. I went back to tidy my clothes, and when I looked up and saw the sun setting, I couldn't help sighing. Stop and go all the way, the scenery in the forest is terrible. Leaves can't stop falling from branches, and the weather in the forest is sad. The red sun sank into the horizon with its (last) shadow, and the bright moon formed another beautiful scenery in the clouds. The nightingale came back alone with a piercing cry, but the courting beast hasn't come back yet. . On my deathbed, I deeply lament that the present (beautiful) situation will end in an instant. Recalling the scene in the dream at night, I want to re-enter the dream, but I can't concentrate, just like a boatman who lost his paddle and a climber who has nowhere to climb. . At this moment, Beyonce's second night's starlight shines in the porch, and the north wind outside makes a harsh sound. She is more awake and can't sleep anymore. All her thoughts are spinning in her head. (So) I got up and dressed and waited for dawn. The thick frost on the stone steps in front of my house was crystal clear. The chicken (from Chen Si) also folded its wings (perched) and didn't crow. The flute sounded clear and melancholy in the distance: at first, it had a good rhythm, leisurely and peaceful, and at last it was lonely and clear, containing decadent sounds. Under such circumstances, I miss beautiful women and ask the clouds in the sky to pin my heart on me. Clouds flow quickly in silence, and time flies. In vain, I miss my sadness alone, and the mountain will always stop me from moving forward. Standing in the wind, I hope the breeze can sweep away my fatigue, and pin my meager wish on the flood of light waves-(I hope to meet you) like "creeping grass" reciting the lingering wind in Long song, which has never been cut off since the Book of Songs. (and this can't be done after all) (or) let go of thousands of worries and only be sincere, so that the mood can rest and linger outside the vast wilderness.
Note: Zhang Heng's Fu in the Eastern Han Dynasty consists of only 18 poems and nine sentences recorded in Yi Wen Zhi. Love poems: Cai Yong's poems in the Eastern Han Dynasty, with only fragments left. See "the gathering of literature and art". Dang: Just like Dang. Yi: overlapping. Generation after generation. Qiān: pull away. (mi ǐ n): Look around. See: Gaze. Qiān: failure. Shoulder collapse: collapse, fall, and water flows downwards. Buckle shoulders, cut shoulders. The shoulders of ancient women were proud of being shaved. Mi mi m o (mi o): remote yi (yi): asylum. Hey (t ǐ ng): If, maybe. Dee: It's a long time since I met you. X: The sound of fallen leaves. Tim: Ben is beside his heart, thinking uneasily. Can: Vivid. Qi: Rest, which means rest here. Ba Yuan (Summer): Eight distant directions.
Appreciation of Leisure Fu The first section of Leisure Fu describes the beauty's appearance and conduct in a large row of venues: "How elegant is Fu?" He stands out from the crowd and attracts attention. Showing the beauty of the whole city, there is a victory in rumors. " Chinese odyssey's appearance and virtue are well known. "PeiMingYu cleaner than others, qi orchid for fen. Light tenderness is in vulgarity, negative ambition is in high clouds. It has both the temperament of Kethleen and the fragrance of deep valley orchids. Love is beyond the world, and interests are noble. This is not so much about beauty as about self-expression. This kind of beauty is the externalization of the author's ideal and the projection and reconstruction of the author's heart and feelings. Qu Yuan said in Li Sao: "Dividing martial arts has both inner beauty and self-cultivation. Hu Jiang left Bi and admired him. "It is obviously a model of Tao. Apart from Qu Yuan's self-admiration and self-pity, Tao Yuanming implicitly created a kind of beauty with his own ideals." "It's easy to be sad in the morning. It's a long experience in life. In the same century, He Huan is widowed and melancholy! Good times are fleeting, life is hard, and after a hundred years, it will all return to dust, so why be depressed! This is to comfort the beauty and comfort yourself. " Zhu Wei and Wan are sitting in pairs, and Pan Qing is complacent. It's nice to give fingers. It's colorful. Instantly beautiful eyes flow, and there is no point in talking and laughing. "Further describe the modality of beauty.
In the second section, the poet's complex mood of wanting to be close to beauty and worrying about it. "The tune will be half, and the scene will fall to Xixuan. Sad businessmen knock on the forest, and white clouds lean on the mountains. Look up at the heavenly road and lean down to promote string singing. Charming spirit and elegant manners. A series of four words, short and frustrated, make us seem to see a man who is always heavy and indifferent. At this time, in the face of a graceful beauty, his heart is beating violently. " Excited voiceless voice can be felt more, and I am willing to pick up my knees to make friends. If you want to swear to yourself, be careful with the ceremony. Wait for the phoenix bird to speak, lest others get ahead of me. Confused and frustrated, the soul moves nine times in an instant. Courage and indecision are the portrayal of Tao Yuanming's character. I was upset and restless, and I went back and forth several times in a short while. The last two sentences were very funny and touching.
The third section is full of * * *, which is contrary to the author's simple and simple style and is extremely popular. "I am willing to be the leader of clothes, and I want to be the first Yu Fang in China; Sad for Luo Jin's departure, complaining about the unfinished autumn night. I am willing to tie my slim body with the belt in my petticoat; It's cool and weird, and it's new. I am willing to be proud of my hair and brush it on my shoulders; A sad and beautiful repeated bath is fried with white water. I would like to have fine eyes, I would like to have idle eyes; Sad powder is still fresh, but it was ruined by China's makeup. I am willing to be a seat in Dongguan, but I am weak in Sanqiu; Sadly, it replaced Yu, and you can't see it until many years later. I am willing to walk on silk, and I am persistent enough to cope. Sad and restrained, I was abandoned in front of the bed. I am willing to be the shadow of the day, always following the shape and facing the west; There are many shades of sad trees, and generosity varies from time to time. May it be a candle at night, and a jade shine on two trees; Sad and sorrowful, the light of mulberry, the concealment of heaven. I would like to be a fan of bamboo, with a soft grip and sorrow; Worrying about the white dew and the morning, the sleeves are full of sorrow. I would like to be a tung tree in the forest and a piano on my knee; Sadness and happiness came with sadness and finally pushed me to stop. 」
Ten wishes, in one go, become the collar of a beautiful woman's clothes, the belt around her waist, the milky white hair, the dark eyebrows, the seat under her body, the shoes on her feet, the shadow she carries, the candle shining on her face, the fan in her hand and the piano on her knee, just to be close to her and accompany her. The use of a series of imitation techniques is unique in conception and rich in imagination. Ten things, the same good wishes, ten twists and turns, and the result of ten ideas expressed the same concern, especially strong wishes.
With an empty mind and no confession, the author's mood gradually sank. "The test will be contrary to your wishes, and it will be hard. Embrace labor and laziness and be content with Lin Nan. The living body of magnolia is exposed, and the sky is relaxed and cloudy. If there is a cable in the line, you will be afraid. I am lonely, I can't see it, but I want to find it in the air! The lyric hero is too negative, just staying on the wish, afraid to put it into action, and bored for no reason. Imagine a lover out of thin air, just to express the depressed mood in your heart. Just complaining in vain, there will be no result and no result.
The fifth part: The poet returned to his life ambition from beauty. "The folding of the light and heavy on the road, looking at the sunset and sighing; Forget the fun step by step, and the color is miserable. Thank you for going to the strip, and I am sad and cold; The shadow of the sun disappeared and the moon shone in the clouds. Birds crow alone, but animals don't return; Mourning the dusk of that year, I hate myself for being old. Those who dream at night follow their dreams, and God is uneasy; If you are sad about losing a boat, you won't climb the cliff. Here, the dream lover has retired to the second place, and the author began to express his confusion that he didn't know where the road was, and his disappointment that time flies when he accomplished nothing. For the dream lover's beautiful and ethereal ideal that can never be pursued.
At the end of the poem, after a night of hard thinking, the poet finally gave up his pursuit and calmed his restless mood. "So bi yun Xuan Ying, the north wind bleak. I haven't slept for a long time, and my mind is in a mess. The re-insertion of "four words" indicates another turning point of emotion. Take a photo until dawn, and the frost is in the prime order; The chicken gathers its wings without singing, and the flute flows to clear its sorrow. At first it was wonderful and dense, and at last it was bright and hidden. The Italian lady is here, asking for a cloud to send her arm; Yun He died without words, but died after being elected. I am diligent in self-reflection and terminate mountains and rivers; Welcome the breeze to get tired and send weakness back to the waves. In particular, "Creeping Grass" is a meeting to recite the remaining songs of "County South"; However, I am anxious to be honest and rest on the feelings of eight miles away. The poet tries his best to make himself think that there is no hope, and all kinds of lovesickness are just asking for trouble in vain, so that he can completely give up his efforts, give up his wishes, and let his depression and dreams fall with the wind. After all, it is meaningless to express feelings and stop at ceremonies. Poets should get rid of all kinds of distractions and keep a pure heart.
Generally speaking, the author's mood is low and negative, that is, "ten wishes", which also deeply suppresses the fiery mood and dilutes it with pessimism. In the last few verses, nothing is dissolved, and the poet's heart still returns to a stagnant pool.
This fu is novel in structure, rich in imagination, beautiful in words and sentences, and flexible in metaphor. Among them, "Ten Wishes" shows great creativity, freshness and naturalness, and it has been told for a long time except for deliberate arrangement, piled-up rhetoric, allusions and vulgar language in Han Fu.
It is said that the creation background of this fu is his works when he was young, which was completed during the author's tenure or retirement. According to Yuan Xingpei's textual research, leisure fu was written by Tao Yuanming at the age of nineteen.
There is another saying: Tao Yuanming resigned and lived at home for six or seven years. In the second year of seclusion, that is, in the 19th year of Taiyuan (394), when Tao Yuanming was thirty years old, his wife died and he continued to marry Zhai. Zhai is a virtuous woman. According to the legend of Southern History, "his wife Zhai is like-minded. She can live a stable and hard life, with her husband plowing in front and her wife hoeing in the back. The poet wrote about the time when he lost his wife and remarried.
Poetry: Leisure Poetry Author: Wei and Jin Dynasties Tao Yuanming Poetry Classification: Writing people, beauty