1, Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin, Er Yun Zhang Zhifu Huayang Ci" Northern Song Dynasty
Original text:
Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground. Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection. It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. To go with the wind, to find a loved one, but also by the relentless call of the oriole.
I don't hate this kind of flowers falling completely, but I hate the West Garden, which is full of withered flowers. Where are the traces of falling flowers after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.
Translation:
It looks like a flower, but it doesn't seem to be a flower. Nobody cares, let it land. Leave it on the roadside in my hometown. If you think about it carefully, it seems heartless, but it is full of affection. The injured heart is soft and graceful, and the eyes are blurred. I tried to open it, but closed it tightly. With a confused wind, I was looking for my sweetheart, but I was ruthlessly called up by Huang.
I don't hate this kind of falling flowers, but I complain and resent the fact that the West Garden is all red and withered, and it is difficult to regroup. Where do the flowers fall after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and turn into a pool of duckweed. If we divide the beauty of spring into three parts, two of them will turn into dust and one will fall into the running water without a trace. In detail, it seems that it is not all flowers, but leaves people with crystal tears.
2. The Northern Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Buji Huangzhou Dinghui Garden Residence"
Original text:
The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
Translation:
The curved moon hangs on the treetops of buttonwood trees, and the sound of the dead of night. Sometimes I see people living alone, like the ethereal figure of a lonely goose.
Suddenly I started up and looked back, but no one knew about my resentment. Picked all the cold branches and refused to live, willing to endure loneliness and cold in the sandbar.
3. The Mid-Autumn Festival of Niannujiao by Su Shi in the Northern Song Dynasty
Original text:
Looking far from the sky, you can see the clear sky in Wan Li without a cloud. Sweet-scented osmanthus flies, where the sun shines and the air is crisp in autumn. Yuyu Qionglou, coming and going from Luan, people are in Liangguo. Mountains and rivers are picturesque, and smoke trees are vivid.
I clap my hands and sing wildly, till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, and become a guest. Dancing and wandering in the wind, I don't know what night it is I want to return by wind, so I don't need to ride Peng Yi. In the Crystal Palace, the flute was blown off with a loud sound.
Translation:
Being in a tall building, the moonlit Mid-Autumn Festival makes Wan Li clear and Wan Li cloudless, which is even more boundless. The moon fell from the sky, immersing the autumn blue sky in a cold. On the Jade Palace in Qionglou, fairies and couples are free to go in and out. I yearn for the purity and freedom in the moon palace, and the beautiful mountains and rivers are picturesque. Looking over, the trees are swaying in the dim moonlight.
Now I regard the bright moon in the sky and my own shadow around me as bosom friends and dance with him. I hope to spend such a good night happily, invite the bright moon to feast my eyes and drown my sorrows in wine, but my sorrow is still there. Don't live up to this beautiful scenery. At this moment, only the moon is my confidant. I am eager to go home in the wind. In the Qing Moon Palace, I will blow the flute across the sky to arouse people's pursuit and yearning for a better realm.
4. In the Northern Song Dynasty, Su Shi presented Zhang Lisu to Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion.
Original text:
The sunset lifted the embroidered curtains and looked out, the pavilions and blue sky under the river, the sunset and pavilions in the distance, and the endless space. In order for me to come, you specially painted the windows with bright red paint. This reminds me of the time when I was in Pingshan House, leaning against the pillow, enjoying the misty rain in the south and looking at the horizon in the distance. Today, we saw the scene in front of us, and we realized that the scenery on the mountain was hidden as described by Ouyang, an old alcoholic.
The endless water surface is crystal clear, reflecting the green shadow of the mountains. Suddenly, the river was rough, and a fisherman was sailing in the wind and waves. Seeing this, I can't help but think of Song Yu's Song Yu. It is impossible for such a ridiculous person to understand that the wind in Zhuangzi is the voice of nature, saying that the wind has a daughter. As a matter of fact, as long as a person has the noble spirit of ambition and wisdom, he can be poised in any occasion and enjoy the infinite comfort of thousands of miles.
Translation:
At sunset, roll up embroidered curtains and look out, the river under the pavilion meets the blue sky, and the sunset in the distance sets off against the pavilion, boundless. For my arrival, you specially painted the window with clear oil and red paint, and the color is still fresh.
This reminds me of the time when I was in Pingshan Hall, leaning on my pillow, enjoying the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River and looking at the lonely sky in the distance. Seeing the scene before us today, we realized the looming mountain scenery under Ouyang Zui's writing style.
The vast water surface is very clear, and the green shadows of the peaks are reflected in it. Suddenly, the river was rough and a fisherman was dancing on the boat. Seeing this, I can't help thinking of Song Yu's Phoenix House. It is ridiculous that it is impossible to understand that the wind in Zhuangzi is a natural statement, insisting on men and women.
In fact, as long as a person has supreme integrity, he can take his time and enjoy boundless glory under any circumstances.
5. Su Shi's "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia" in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Original text:
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. To the west of the old base, there is a rich collection of people: Chibi, Zhou Lang, where the three countries stand. 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. Feather fan nylon scarf, talking and laughing, all gone. 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.
Translation:
River of no return, wash out those romantic figures through the ages. To the west of the ancient battlefield, it is said that Zhou Yu of the Three Kingdoms broke Cao Jun's Red Cliff, surrounded by high rocks and mountains, and the cliffs on both sides were like clouds. The stormy waves are beating violently on the other side, and the rolled waves are like thousands of snow in winter. Jiangshan is so picturesque, how many heroes have emerged at one time.
Think back to the famous Yu. Xiao Qiao has just married him, and he is very dashing. With a feather fan in his hand and a black silk scarf on his head, he was laughing calmly and smartly, and 800,000 Cao Jun was like ashes.
Now immersed in the ancient battlefield, wandering in the past. Ironically, I have so much nostalgia for the past that my temples are as white as old age. Life is like a hazy dream. A toast to the eternal moon.
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