Du Fu's 'Jade Platform Temple' was an ancient poem, and there were two of them. The first was a seven-character poem, and the second was a five-character poem. We can find the original text and partial translation of the Jade Platform Temple. The following is the original text and translation of the Jade Platform Temple: Original text: In the middle of the sky, the platform of green jade is far away, God sits high in the court of the Crimson Festival. Then Feng Yi came to beat the drum, Only then did I know that Ying's daughter was good at playing the flute. In the river's light I see hidden caves of turtles and alligators, the rock formations are uneven, and there is a bridge of black magpies. I'd be more willing to let a beautiful face grow wings, I should be an old fisherman and woodcutter with yellow hair. Translated: The Jade Platform Temple towered in the sky, God sits high in the court of the Crimson Festival. So Feng Yi came to beat the drum, Only then did he know that the Ying girl was good at playing the flute. The river's light faintly shows the caves of turtles and alligators, There is a magpie bridge on the uneven stone. I wish even more that the beauty would grow wings, There should be an old fisherman with yellow hair. This was part of the original text and translation of the Jade Platform Temple. Please note that this is only a partial translation and may not be complete.
Du Fu's "Phoenix Terrace" read: Pavilion Phoenix Terrace, facing Xikang Prefecture in the north. Xibo is lonely now, and the sound of phoenix is also long. The mountain is steep and the road is far away, and the stone forest is high and floating. How can I get a ladder of ten thousand feet to climb up for you? I'm afraid there are motherless chicks chirping every day in hunger and cold. I can cut open my heart and come out to drink and peck to comfort my lonely sorrow. The heart is like the fruit of bamboo, but there is no external desire. Blood can be used as a spring, how can it be compared with clear water? The auspicious signs of the emperor that you value, I dare not refuse the humble life to rest. I sat down and looked at the long wings of the colorful bird, and raised my heart to the eight poles. From the sky with the auspicious map in his mouth, he flew down to the twelfth floor. To serve the emperor, to carry forward the great plan. In the second year of Guangwu, the world was prosperous and the worries of the common people were washed away. I'm just doing this. Why are the thieves staying? While waiting for the TV series, he could also read the exciting content related to this site!
Original text: Long rain Wu Mountain dark, new sunny brocade text. Green grass outside the lake, red clouds in the east of the sea. All day long the orioles sang together, and there were many flocks of cranes in the sky. Wild flowers dry more fall, where the wind rushed in succession. Wu Mountain had been raining for a long time and had been dark. Now that the sky had just cleared up, it was like a beautiful article. Speaking of green, everyone knew about the grass by the lake. Speaking of red, they saw the clouds on the east side of the sea. The orioles sang the entire day, and a few flocks of cranes flew high in the sky. The wildflowers dried up and were about to fall. They fell wherever the wind passed.
Du Fu had a poem called "Looking at the Mountains", which was originally written as "How about Dai Zongfu?" the green of Qilu has not yet faded. The clock of destiny is beautiful, and yin and yang are separated from each other. Swinging his chest, he gave birth to layers of clouds, and opened his eyes to see the birds returning. I will climb the top of the mountain and look at the small mountains." In addition, Du Fu also had a poem about Mount Hua in the west,"Looking at the Mountains":"The Western Mountains are high and lofty, and the peaks stand like children and grandchildren. How can I get the immortal's nine-section staff and lean on the jade girl's hair-washing basin? There is no way back from the carriage into the valley, and there is a gate for the arrow to reach the sky. When the autumn wind is cold, I'll look for the White Emperor and ask for the true source." Du Fu's poetry collection didn't have a poem named " Full Moon ". The novel " Watching the Moon on Fish Island " is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
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The author of Song of the Pipa was Bai Juyi, not Du Fu. Song of the Pipa: Ten years later, he was demoted to Jiujiang County Sima. In the autumn of the following year, I saw off my guests at Pukou. I heard someone playing the lute on the boat at night. Listening to the sound of the lute, it sounded like the sound of Kyoto. Ask her, she was originally Chang 'an singing girl, once learned the lute from Mu, Cao two good talents, old age, beauty decline, married to a merchant's wife. So he ordered wine and music to be played quickly. After listening to the song, he was very sad and told himself the happy things when he was young. Now he was haggard and exiled to the Jianghu. I have been an official for two years. I am at ease. I am moved by these people's words. That night, I felt that I had the intention of being demoted. He wrote a long sentence and sang it for him, a total of 616 words, named "Pipa Xing." Xunyang River at night to see off guests, maple leaves, reed flowers autumn rustling. The host dismounted and the guest was on the boat. He raised his wine and wanted to drink. There was no orchestral music. Drunk but not happy sad to say goodbye, farewell when the vast river immersed in the moon. Suddenly heard the sound of pipa on the water, the host forgot to go home, the guest did not start. Looking for the voice, I secretly asked who played the piano. the pipa music stops, I'm about to speak slowly. Move the boat close to invite each other to meet, add wine back to the lamp to reopen the banquet. Only after a thousand calls did he come out, still holding the pipa half covering his face. The rotating shaft plucked the strings three or two times, and before the tune was formed, there was emotion. The strings of the strings are suppressed, and the sound of thinking is like complaining about the unhappiness of life. Lowering his eyebrows, he continued to play, saying all the infinite things in his heart. The first song was "Six Yao," which was followed by "Nishang." The sound of the big strings is like the rapid rain, and the sound of the small strings is like a whisper. There was a loud noise, and the pearls fell on the jade plate. The orioles in the pass whisper at the bottom of the flowers, and the deep swallow spring flows under the ice. The icy spring is cold and astringent, and the strings are condensed and cut off. The sound of condensation is not heard for a while. There were other sorrows and hatred. At this moment, silence was better than sound. The silver bottle suddenly burst into water, and the cavalry rushed out with swords and spears. At the end of the song, I plucked the string carefully and drew it carefully. The sound of the four strings was like tearing silk. East boat west boat silent, only see the river center autumn moon white. He put the plucked string in his hand and straightened his clothes. She claimed to be a daughter of the capital and lived in the foot of the toad tomb. At the age of 13, he learned to play the pipa, which was called the first part of Jiaofang. After the song has been taught to wear good talent, make-up is often jealous by autumn Niang. The young people of the Five Ling Dynasties competed to wrap their heads, and the number of red silk in a song was unknown. The silver comb on the head of the mother-of-pearl was smashed into pieces, and the blood-red dress was stained with wine. This year's laughter will be repeated next year, autumn moon and spring breeze will be relaxed. His younger brother fled from the army and his aunt died. His face changed from morning to evening. There are few pommel horses in front of the door, and the eldest son marries a merchant's wife. Merchants value profit and despise parting. A month ago, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. Go to the river mouth to guard the empty boat, around the boat moon bright river cold. Late at night suddenly dream of young things, dream of crying makeup tears red railing dry. I heard the pipa sigh, and heard the words again. We're both people who have fallen from grace, why should we meet again? I left the capital last year and was demoted to Xunyang City. Xunyang is remote and has no music. I haven't heard the sound of silk and bamboo all year round. Living near the Qijiang River is low and wet, surrounded by yellow reeds and bitter bamboos. What do you hear in the morning and evening? cuckoos cry, blood apes wail. Spring river flowers face autumn moon night, often take wine also alone pour. Are there no folk songs and village flutes? it's hard to listen to my hoarse voice and mocking. Tonight I hear your lute music, as if listening to fairy music. Don't refuse to sit down and play a song for you. I'll play the Pipa Song for you. Moved by my words, he stood for a long time and sat down to play the strings. The mournful voice did not sound like the voice of the front, and the whole hall wept when they heard it. Who cries the most among the guests? the green robes of the commander of Jiangzhou are wet. Translated in Mandarin: In the 10th year of Yuanhe, I was demoted to the rank of Sima of Jiujiang Prefecture. In the autumn of the following year, when he went to Qipukou to see off his guests, he heard a woman playing the pipa on a neighboring boat at night. When he carefully examined the sound, it was a bit of the flavor of the capital. She was a singer from Chang 'an who had studied with the famous pipa musicians Mu and Cao. Later on, when she grew old and her face aged, she married a merchant. So I ordered a banquet to be set up and let her play a few songs to her heart's content. After she finished playing, she looked a little depressed. She talked about the happy things in her youth. Now, she was drifting and sinking. She looked haggard and wandered around the Jianghu. I've been transferred from the capital for two years. I've been content with what I have and enjoyed myself. I was touched by her words. Only on this night did I feel demoted. So he wrote this long poem and gave it to her. It was a total of 616 words, titled "Pipa Song." On an autumn night, I went to the head of the Xunyang River to see off a returning guest. The cold wind blew the maple leaves and the reed flowers rustling in autumn. My guests and I dismounted and set up a farewell banquet on the ship. We raised our glasses to drink, but there was no music to liven things up. The wine was not happy, but it was more sad to be separated. When they parted, a cold moon was immersed in the vast river. Suddenly I heard the clear sound of pipa from the river; I forgot to return to the guest and didn't want to leave. Find the source of the sound and ask who is playing the lute? The pipa stopped playing for a long time, but there was no movement. We moved the boat closer and invited her to come out to meet us. We asked the servants to refill the wine and return the lamps to set up the banquet again. After a long time, she slowly walked out with a pipa in her arms, covering her face. He tightened the shaft of the guqin and plucked the strings a few times to try it out. Xianxian's mournful voice was filled with contemplation, as if she was talking about her life's frustrations. She lowered her head and continued to play the piano, using the piano to tell the endless past in her heart. He gently gathered them together, slowly twisted them, wiped them, and picked them up. First play "Nishang Feather Song" and then play "611." The big strings are loud and long, and the sound is like a storm; The small strings are gentle and quiet, as if someone is whispering. The noisy sound of cutting and cutting intertwined with each other, like a string of big beads and small beads falling off a jade plate. The sound of the pipa sometimes sounded like the smooth chirping of birds under the flowers, and sometimes it sounded like the low, muffled, and intermittent sound of water flowing under ice. Like a cold spring, the sound of a pipa began to condense, and the condensed and obstructed sound gradually stopped. It was as if there was another kind of sorrow and hatred growing in secret, and at this moment the silence was more moving than sound. Suddenly, it was like a silver bottle breaking and water splashing, or like armored cavalry fighting with swords and spears. At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings, and the four strings roared as if they were tearing cloth. The people on the east and west boats listened quietly, only to see the white autumn moon reflected in the middle of the river. She put away the plectrum and inserted it into the strings, straightening her clothes to show her solemn face. She said that I was a famous singer in the capital, and my hometown was in the Toad Tomb in the southeast of Chang 'an. At the age of thirteen, he had already learned how to play the pipa, and his name was registered in the first section of the Jiaofang orchestra. Every time she finished playing, she would make the masters of art sigh in admiration, and every time she made up her mind, she would be envied by her peers. The children of the rich and powerful in the capital scrambled to offer their gifts. After playing a song, they received countless red gauze. The mother-of-pearl silver comb is often broken and shattered when beating the beat; The red silk dress is stained by wine and does not regret it. Year after year, they spent their time in laughter and laughter, and the beautiful time of autumn and spring was wasted. Brothers and sisters in the army died, the family is ruined, and I'm getting old and pale. The carriages and horses in front of the door are few and far between, and the visitors are few and far between. My youth is gone, and I have to marry a merchant. A businessman who values profits more than friendship often leaves easily. Last month, he went to Fuliang to buy tea and do business. He left me alone at the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat; The autumn moon accompanied me in the cold autumn water around the cabin. Deep in the night, I often dream of the fun and revelry of my youth; In my dreams, I wake up crying and tears stain my pink face. I have long shook my head and sighed at the lute's weeping, and to hear her speak of it makes me even more sad. We are both sad people who have fallen into the end of the world. Why ask if we have known each other when we meet today? Ever since I left the capital last year and was demoted, I have been living in Xunyang City. Xunyang was a desolate and remote place without music, and the sound of orchestral instruments could not be heard all year round. Living in a low-lying and humid place like Qijiang, the house was surrounded by yellow reeds and bitter bamboos. What would they hear here sooner or later? It was filled with the mournful wails of the cuckoos and apes. Spring river flowers in autumn river moonlit night so beautiful scenery, but also can not help but often take wine to drink alone. Were there no folk songs and village flutes here? It was just that his voice was hoarse and rough, and it was really unpleasant to hear. Tonight, listening to the music you played with the pipa, my ears suddenly became clear as if listening to the immortal music in the sky. Please do not refuse to sit down and play another song; I will compose a song for you called Song of the Pipa. Moved by my words, she stood for a long time, then sat down and strummed the strings again. The mournful voice was no longer the same as before, and everyone present covered their faces and cried non-stop. Who had shed the most tears? I, the commander of Jiangzhou, wet my clothes with tears. The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Du Fu once wrote a poem "Looking at the Mountain": What about Dai Zongfu? the green of Qilu has not yet faded. The clock of destiny is beautiful, and yin and yang are separated from each other. Swinging his chest, he gave birth to layers of clouds, and opened his eyes to see the birds returning. It will reach the top of the mountain and look down at the small mountains. The first couplet of this poem was written with a question. It answered "How is Dai Zongfu" through "The green of Qilu". It used the distance of Qilu to set off the continuous ups and downs of Mount Tai. The second couplet was about looking at Mount Tai from afar."The Goddess of Nature" said that nature gathered magical beauty on Mount Tai."Yin and Yang cut off the twilight" used the word "cut" to describe the towering Mount Tai. The triplets depicted the scenery of Mount Tai in detail. The clouds and mist surged in the chest, the birds returned to the eyes, and the movement and stillness combined. The last couplet expressed the ambition to climb the peak of Mount Tai and overlook the mountains. The novel " Watching the Moon on Fish Island " is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Du Fu wrote many poems in Chengdu Cottage, among which the most famous ones were "Spring Night Happy Rain","Guest Arrival","Quatrain","Riverside Unique Seeking Flowers (5)" and "Riverside Unique Seeking Flowers (6)".
Du Fu's poems related to the Cottage are as follows: 1. The back of the Guo Tang is shaded by the white grass, and the road along the river is familiar with the green suburbs. Tang Cheng 2. Swallows in the hall, gulls in the water close to each other. Jiang Village 3. The thatched cottage has few flowers, but now I want to plant them. I don't care about green plums and yellow plums. "Looking for Fruit Plants at Xu Qing." 4. As the clerk of King Chen, I don't send money to the thatched cottage. "Secretary Wang, Xu Xiu's thatched cottage doesn't have enough resources to talk about Xiao Jie." 5. Darkwater Flower Path, Spring Star Grass Hall. "Night Banquet at Zuo's Manor" 6. I love the quiet thatched cottage of Yushan Mountain, and the refreshing atmosphere of autumn is fresh and new. Cui Clan's Cottage on East Mountain 7. Go out of the small hole in the outer wall of the city, and get a small road through the hazel. A stream runs like water, and twists and turns are crossed many times. 'Xizhi Village, looking for a thatched cottage.' 8. A thatched cottage to the west of Wanli Bridge. The water of Hundred Flowers Pond is Canglang. Mad Man The above is a poem related to Du Fu's Cottage.
" Looking at the Moon " was a five-character poem written by Du Fu, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty. This poem was written by Du Fu when he was imprisoned in Chang 'an. Through imagination, the poem expressed his wife's longing for him, as well as his longing for his wife and family. The poem depicted the magnificent scenery of Mount Tai and expressed his love for the mountains and rivers of his motherland. The whole poem was novel in design, closely organized, sincere and moving. This poem was written by Du Fu when he was in a difficult situation. It showed his ambition and spirit to climb to the top without fear of difficulties, as well as his lofty ambition to be independent and help the world.