Translation of Red Cliff Fu, a compulsory second language in senior high school.

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 with me and recite the poem "Out of the Moon" from the Book of Songs Martin (out of the moon means "Zheng", and "Zheng Yao" is the same as "graceful and restrained"). After a while, the moon rose from Dongshan and moved slowly between Dousu and Niusu. White fog crosses the river, and the water connects 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, "Ah, the oars made of osmanthus trees and Mulan paddle against the clear water floating in the moonlight and go upstream. My thoughts drifted into the distance, looking up at the saint I admire (Song Shenzong), who is in that distant place. " There is a guest who plays the flute with Su Shi, which is in tune with the beat. The flute whines, like sorrow, like missing, like sobbing, like pouring out, and it is always sad, gentle and long, like continuous filaments. Let the dragon in the deep valley move and dance, and let the widow in the lonely boat cry sadly.

I looked serious, adjusted my clothes, sat up straight and asked my friend, "Why is this?" 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 and rivers, gloomy. 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. "

I said, "Do you 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.