Translations of Fu of Sword Pavilion
Looking straight south from Xianyang, there were about five thousand miles of tall mountains that reached into the clouds. There was a sword gate in front of him that cut off the path horizontally. It had its back against the blue sky and cut off the mountain from the middle. The cold wind in the pine forest above made a series of sounds, and apes like the Badong Three Gorge wailed to each other. Torrents surged on the side, passing through the mountains and ravines. The waves splashed on the stone walls, and the rapid currents sprayed on the Sword Pavilion. The water surged up and exploded with thunderous booms. Sending off a good friend and saying goodbye here, when will you come back? Looking at you until you disappeared, I could only sigh in deep thought. Seeing the clear water flowing eastward, I lament that the sun is about to set in the west. Wild geese bid farewell to swallows, and the sound of autumn nature came from everywhere. The clouds in the sky gradually darkened because of the distant and difficult Qin land. If the bright moon rises from the Sword Pavilion tonight, I'm willing to raise my glass with you in both places to remember each other. While waiting for the TV series, he could also read the exciting content related to this site!
Sword Pavilion Fu Pinyin
"Fu on Sword Pavilion" Author: Li Bai Pinyin Version, Pinyin and Pronunciation: xián yáng zhī nán，zhí wàng wǔ qiān lǐ，jiàn yún fēng zhī cuī wéi。qián yǒu jiàn gé héng duàn，yǐ qīng tiān ér zhōng kāi。shàng zé sōng fēng xiāo sà sè jù，yǒu bā yuán xī xiāng āi。páng zé fēi tuān zǒu hè，sǎ shí pēn gé，xiōng yǒng ér jīng léi。 sòng jiā rén xī cǐ qù，fù hé shí xī guī lái? wàng fū jūn xī ān jí，wǒ chén yín xī tàn xī。shì cāng bō zhī dōng zhù，bēi bái rì zhī xī nì。hóng bié yàn xī qiū shēng，yún chóu qín ér míng sè。ruò míng yuè chū yú jiàn gé xī，yǔ jūn liǎng xiāng duì jiǔ ér xiāng yì! To the south of Xianyang, you can see the steep peaks of Yunfeng Mountain for five thousand miles. In front of him, there was a sword pavilion that cut across the sky, leaning against the blue sky and opening in the middle. On the top of the pine tree, the wind was blowing, and there were apes mourning each other. Beside him, there were rapids running through the ravines, spilling stones and spraying pavilions, surging and thunderous. When will you come back? I look forward to the end of my husband's life, and I sigh in silence. Looking at the waves flowing eastward, I am sad that the sun is hiding in the west. The swan leaves the swallow, the autumn sound, the cloud worries the Qin Dynasty and the dark color. As if the bright moon came out of the Sword Pavilion, I drank with you in the two villages and remembered each other! While waiting for the TV series, he could also read the exciting content related to this site!
The Writing Method of Fu in Sword Pavilion
The writing style of Ode to the Sword Pavilion had the following characteristics: - [Description of scenery]: - He described the scene of the Sword Pavilion from different angles. It was as if the steep and majestic scene of the Sword Pavilion was depicted from all angles. From a distance, one could see five thousand miles south of Xianyang and see the peaks of Yunfeng. Through looking south from Xianyang, he first saw the towering clouds in the distance, then saw the Sword Pavilion in front of him. He wrote the location of the Sword Pavilion in the grand geographical space. - When describing the specific parts of the Sword Garret," On top, the pine wind rustled, and there were apes lamenting each other. From the top, bottom, left, and right, it was described in different directions. There was the sound of pine wind and the wailing of monkeys. There was a rapid flow of water flowing beside it. It splashed on the stones and splashed on the Sword Pavilion, making a thunderous sound. Through visual and auditory senses, it created the dangerous atmosphere of the Sword Pavilion. - ** Emotional expression **: - I entrust my feelings to the scenery. Through the description of the scenery of the Sword Garret, he expressed his concern for his friend who had entered Shu and his sorrow and longing after parting with his friend. As in,"Send off a beautiful woman, when will you return?" I look forward to the end of my husband's life, and I sigh in silence. Looking at the waves flowing eastward, I am sad that the sun is hiding in the west. When a friend was about to enter Shu, facing the scenery in front of him, thinking of his friend's departure and not knowing when he would return, he expressed his worries, thoughts, and other emotions. He integrated his emotions into his feelings for the scenery, such as watching the waves go east, the day set west, the geese parting in the autumn sound, and the clouds showing sorrow in the evening. All of them echoed the sorrow of parting. - The ending was emotional through imagination. " If the bright moon rises from the Sword Pavilion, I'll drink with you and reminisce." Imagine when the moon rises from the Sword Pavilion, raising a glass with a friend in both places to reminisce each other, expressing the feeling of missing a friend with a poetic imagination. While waiting for the TV series, he could also read the exciting content related to this site!
Du Fu's Translations
Du Fu's Translations
The following is a translation of some of Du Fu's poems: - [Quatrain (Two Yellow Orioles Singing in the Green Willow)]: Two yellow orioles chirped among the green willow branches, and a row of egrets flew straight into the sky. From the window, one could see the snow on the West Ridge that never melted all year round. In front of the door was a ship from Dongwu, thousands of miles away. - "Quatrain (Late Sun, Beautiful Rivers and Mountains)": The spring sun was shining brightly, and the rivers and mountains were particularly beautiful. The spring breeze blew over the fragrance of flowers and plants. The soil became soft and swallows flew around busily building their nests with mud in their mouths. On the warm beach, mandarin ducks were sleeping soundly. - "Shu Xiang": Where to find the ancestral hall of Marquis Wu Zhuge Liang? Outside Jinguan City, in the dense cypress forest. The green grass on the steps reflected the color of spring, and the yellow orioles among the leaves made a gentle cry. In order to unify the world, Liu Bei visited Zhuge Liang three times to ask for advice. Zhuge Liang assisted Liu Bei and Liu Chan in the two dynasties, loyal and devoted. Unfortunately, he died before he could win the war against Wei, which often made the heroes of later generations cry. - "Climbing High": The wind is strong and the sky is high. The cries of apes seem very sad. Birds are circling on the river island with clear water and white sand. Endless leaves fell, and the surging Yangtze River flowed eastward. All year round, he wandered in a foreign land and sadly faced the autumn scenery. In his old age, he was sick and climbed the high platform alone. I am deeply regretful that my hair is turning white day by day, and my heart is full of sorrow after I stop drinking when I am poor and sick. - The late autumn wind in August roared and swept away the layers of thatch on my roof. The thatch flew over the river and scattered by the river. Those that flew high hung on the high treetops, while those that flew low floated and sank into the pond. A group of children in the south village bullied me because I was old and weak. They had the heart to take the grass away in front of me as a thief and ran into the bamboo forest with the grass without any scruples. My mouth was dry and my shouting was useless. When I came back, I sighed alone with my walking stick. Soon, the wind stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. The late autumn sky was gloomy and gradually darkened. The quilt had been cold for many years, and the child had broken it when she slept. The roof of the bed was not dry at all, and the rain kept falling like hemp threads. Ever since the war, he rarely slept well. How could he last until dawn in the damp room? How could he get thousands of spacious and tall houses, shelter the poor scholars in the world, and be as stable as a mountain in the wind and rain? Sigh! When would such a house suddenly appear in front of me? I would be satisfied even if my thatched cottage broke down and I froze to death. - Quatrain Four (2): I want to build a fish ridge, but there are dark clouds and rapid currents, because I am surprised by the cold rain in April. Perhaps there was already a cave where the flood dragon lived in Qingxi, and even if the bamboo stones were piled up like mountains, they would not dare to easily place it (the fish ridge). - [A Walk by the River: After walking by the river, you turn around and see the flag of the military camp.] As the spring breeze blew, the twilight of Chengdu descended, and the tragic sound of drums and horns sounded from the tall buildings.
The Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng and Its Translations
The original text of the Preface to King Teng's Pavilion: Yuzhang County, Hongdu New Mansion. The stars are divided into two wings, and the earth is connected to the earth. Open the three rivers and lead the five lakes, control the barbarian Jing and guide the Ouyue. All kinds of things are gorgeous and heavenly treasures, and the dragon light shoots at the ruins of Niu Dou. Outstanding people, the earth spirit, Xu Ru under Chen Fan's bed. Xiongzhou fog, handsome color stars gallop. Taihuang pillow at the intersection of Yi and Xia, guests and guests enjoy the beauty of the southeast. Governor Yan Gong's elegant reputation came from afar with a halberd, and Yuwen Fan, the governor of Xinzhou, temporarily stayed behind the curtain. Ten days of vacation, friends like clouds; Thousands of miles to meet, friends full of guests. Tengjiao Qifeng, is Meng's scholar Ci Zong; Purple lightning green frost, is the arsenal of General Wang. When the king of the family became the prime minister, the road was famous. What did the boy know? He personally met Sheng Sheng for a farewell dinner. It was September, and the sequence was three autumns. When the water is gone, the cold pool is clear, and the smoke is condensed and the mountains are purple at dusk. Gao Yan drove the horse on the road and visited Chonga to visit the scenery. When he visited the emperor's son's home in Changzhou, he found the old house of heaven and man. Layers of green mountains stand high above the clouds; Flying pavilions and flowing cinnabar, there is no ground below. Crane Ting Fu Zhu, the end of the island's lingering; Gui Dian Lan Gong, is the body of the mountains. Open the embroidered door, bend down to carve. The mountains and plains are vast and full, and the rivers and lakes are full and full. The streets and alleys are full of people, and the people are full of food. Boats and ships are everywhere, and green sparrows and yellow dragons are everywhere. The clouds disappeared and the rain cleared, and the sky was bright. Sunset clouds and lone ducks fly together, autumn water is the same color as the sky. Fishermen sing in the evening, the sound of the poor Pengli shore, wild goose array frightened cold, the sound of Hengyang Pu cut off. The distant lapels are just relaxed, and the mood of leisure flies quickly. When the sound of the wind rises, the breeze rises; When the sound of the wind condenses, the white clouds stop. The green bamboos in the garden of Sui River are like the wine cups in Pengze. The vermilion flowers of Ye River shine on the pen in Linchuan. The four virtues are complete, and the two difficulties are combined. I look at the sky and enjoy myself in my spare time. The sky is high and the earth is far away, and the universe is endless. When you are full of joy and sorrow, you can know the limits of surplus and deficiency. Looking at Chang 'an under the sun, watching Wu Hui in the clouds. The terrain is extremely deep and the South Sea is deep. Tianzhu is high and the North Star is far away. It is difficult to cross the mountains. Who will be sad for those who have lost their way? Chance to meet, are all foreign guests. How many years has it been since Emperor Huai's gatekeeper disappeared? Alas! Luck is not good, life is full of mistakes. It is easy for Feng Tang to be old, but it is difficult for Li Guang to be granted. Qu Jia Yi in Changsha, is not without a wise monarch; When Liang Hong was exiled to Haiqu, was there a lack of time? I rely on a gentleman to see the opportunity, a wise man to know the destiny. Old and vigorous, how can I change my white-haired heart? Poor and more firm, do not lose the ambition of Qingyun. Drinking water from a greedy spring is refreshing, and sitting on a dry track is still happy. Although the North Sea is poor, it can be picked up by the wind and rain. The eastern corner has passed away, and it is not too late for mulberry trees and elm trees. Meng once noble and pure, but also have the feeling of serving the country; Ruan Ji was so arrogant that he could not imitate the cry of the dead! Zhou Bo, a three-foot-tall man, is a scholar. There is no way to ask for a reward, just like the old man who died in the army. I have a heart to write, admiring the wind of Zong Que. He gave up his hairpin and board in the palace of a hundred years, and served the morning and evening in the palace of thousands of miles. It is not the treasure tree of Xie family, but the neighbor of Meng family. Other days in the court, he often accompanied the carp to answer questions, but now he holds his sleeves and likes to rely on the dragon gate. Yang's heart does not meet, caress Lingyun and feel sorry for himself; Zhong Qi has met him, why should he be ashamed to play Liu Shui? Whoosh! The scenic spots are not permanent, and it is difficult to hold a grand banquet again. The Lanting Pavilion is gone, and the Zize Hills are in ruins. Before leaving, I gave you a farewell speech. I hope you will thank me for my kindness. Climbing high to write Fu is what I hope you will do. I dare to do my best to express my humble feelings, respectfully recite short sentences, write a word, and write four rhymes. Please sprinkle water on the Pan River, and let the sea and the land fall. Translator: This was the Han Dynasty's Yuzhang County City, which was now the Governor's Office of Hongzhou. The position in the sky belonged to the dividing line between the two constellations of Wing and Zhen, while the position on the ground connected Hengshan and Lushan. With the three rivers as his lapel and the five lakes as his belt, he controlled Chu and connected it to Minyue. The splendor of the produce here is like a treasure from heaven, and its splendor rises to the night of the ox. The land here had a spiritual atmosphere, and Chen Fan specially set up a few beds for Xu Ru. The buildings in Hongzhou were arranged like clouds and mist, and talented people were driven away like meteors. The city was located at the border between the Central Plains and the Southern Barbarians. The guests and hosts included the most outstanding figures in the Southeast region. Governor Yan Gong enjoyed a high reputation and came to Hongzhou from afar to hold the fort. Yuwen Prefecture Overseer was a model of virtue and stayed here on his way to his post. Every ten days of the holiday, many good friends came to welcome guests from afar, and the seats were filled with noble friends. The articles written by Scholar Meng, the sect master of Wen Ci, were like soaring dragons and dancing phoenixes. General Wang's arsenal contained sharp swords like Zidian and Qingshuang. As my father was a county magistrate in Jiaozhi, I passed by this famous place on my way to visit my relatives. I was young and ignorant, but I was lucky enough to attend this grand banquet in person. It was late autumn and September, and the puddles of water after the rain had disappeared. The cold pond water was clear, and the sky was condensed with faint clouds. In the evening mist, the mountains were purple. They were driving a carriage on the high mountain roads and exploring the scenery in the mountains. They came to the former prince's Chang Zhou and found the palace where the immortals lived. Here, the mountains overlapped, and the green peaks reached into the clouds. The red pavilion road seemed to fly in the sky, and the ground could not be seen from the pavilion. The flat land beside the water and the small islands in the water where cranes and wild ducks perched were as beautiful as islands, and the magnificent and majestic palaces were built against the undulating mountains. Pushing open the exquisitely carved door, he looked down at the colorful roof. The mountain peaks and plains were all in sight, and the river was surprisingly winding. There were alleys and houses everywhere, many rich families with bells ringing and cauldrons eating. The ferry was filled with boats, all of which were carved with green sparrows and yellow dragons. The clouds and rain stopped, the sun shone brightly, and the sky was clear. The rosy clouds under the setting sun and the lonely wild ducks flew together. The autumn river and the vast sky were connected. In the evening, the song from the fishing boat resounded through the shore of Pengli Lake. The flock of wild geese cried out in fear when they felt the cold, and their cries stopped at Hengyang Pu. Looking into the distance, just as his chest felt comfortable, his carefree mood immediately rose. The sound of the flute attracted a gentle breeze, and the gentle singing attracted the floating white clouds. Like the gathering in the bamboo forest of Suiyuan, the people who are good at drinking here can drink more than Tao Yuanming, the county magistrate of Pengze. Like Yeshui praising lotus flowers, the literary talent of the poets here is better than Xie Lingyun, the internal history of Linchuan. The four good things (music and food, writing and speech) were all ready, and the two rare conditions (good scenery and pleasant pleasures) were put together. Gazing up into the sky, enjoying the holiday. The sky is high and the earth is vast, making one feel that the universe is endless; Joy passes, sorrow comes, and I know that things rise and fall. Looking at Chang 'an in the setting sun, looking at Wu and Yue in the sea of clouds. The terrain was remote, the South China Sea was unfathomable, the sky was high, and the North Star hung far away. It was difficult to cross a mountain. Who would sympathize with those who were frustrated? They met by chance, and everyone was a stranger in a foreign land. He missed the palace gate of the king, but he was not summoned. When could he serve the king? Sigh! If fate is not smooth, the road will be difficult. Feng Tang was easy to age, and Li Guang was difficult to be granted the title of Marquis. It was not that there was no wise monarch who made Jia Yi suffer grievances and demoted to Changsha. Isn't it a time of political prosperity that Liang Hong fled to the coast of Qilu? It's just that a gentleman can understand the timing, and a wise man knows his own fate. Although he was old, his ambition should be even stronger. How could he change his mood when his hair was white? Although the situation was difficult, his moral integrity should be firmer and he must not abandon his lofty aspirations. Even if you drink the water of the greedy spring, your mind is still fresh and clean; Even if you are in the dry main road, your mind is still cheerful and happy. Although the North Sea was very far away, it could still be reached by riding a whirlwind. Although the morning had passed, it was not too late to cherish the evening. Lord Mengchang was noble and pure, but he had the passion to serve the country in vain. Ruan Ji was unrestrained and unruly. How could we learn from him to cry when he was at the end of his rope? My status is low, I'm just a scholar. Although I was twenty-one years old like Zhong Jun, I had no place to go and kill the enemy. I envied Zong Que's heroic spirit of 'riding the wind and breaking the waves of ten thousand li' and had the ambition to join the army. Now, I've abandoned my lifetime of fame and honor to travel thousands of miles to serve my father day and night. Although he couldn't be called the Xie family's "treasure tree", he could interact with virtuous people. Soon I will see my father and listen to his teachings; today I am lucky enough to accompany the elders and happily ascend the Dragon Gate. If he couldn't meet someone like Yang Deyi who recommended him, he could only pat his own article and sigh. Since he had already met Zhong Zi Qi, what was there to be ashamed of playing a song? Ah! Places of interest could not last forever, and grand banquets could not be held again. The Lanting Banquet was a thing of the past, and Shi Chong's Zi Ze had also become ruins. Thanks to the grace of this banquet, I have made this preface before I leave. As for climbing high to write Fu, I can only count on you. I have taken the liberty of making a short introduction, in the least of my means; and I have made it four rhymes and eight lines, according to the rhymes assigned to each of you. Please be like Pan Yue and Lu Ji and show your literary talent. The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Ascending the Kuaizai Pavilion, Appreciating the Translations of Poetry
A river meandered and flowed slowly around the city wall, while spring water flowed through the rocks, splashing and making splashing sounds. In the distance, the sun had just disappeared from the horizon, and layers of evening mist had already enveloped the mountains. The birds in the sky were flying in a hurry, not knowing where they were going, and the clouds in the sky were leisurely. I stood on the Kuaizai Pavilion and was in the mood to tour, but because the children at home were waiting, I could only return with unfinished interest.
What kind of feelings does the author express in the Sword Pavilion Fu
"Ode to the Sword Pavilion" mainly expressed the following emotions: on the one hand, it described the high and dangerous Sword Pavilion, on the other hand, it expressed the deep feelings of reluctance to part with friends and hope for their early return. To be specific, it included waiting for a friend to return without waiting for him to leave, directly describing his endless sigh, expressing his gloomy mood with scenery due to emotion, imagining the situation of the two people recalling the moon after parting, and so on. Although it was a farewell work, its emotional style did not fall into the trap of sadness and sadness, but appeared very confident and bold. While waiting for the TV series, he could also read the exciting content related to this site!
The Sword Pavilion
There were some novels similar to the Sword Battle Tactics that he could recommend. Among them, there was the Single God of Sword Dao, Life of Dao Sect, Immortal Sword God, Taoist Priest Wandering in the World of Wuxia, Immeasurable True Immortal, and Half-immortal. These novels belong to the Wuxia genre and may suit your taste. In addition, other novels such as The Unorthodox Sword Venerable, Book of Troubled Times, Spiritual Realm Walker, Tang People's Table, and King of Taming Beasts were also recommended as similar works. I hope these recommendations will meet your needs.
Du Fu's Quatrain Translations
There are many quatrains by Du Fu. The following is the translation of one of them: Climbing High The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes howl, the white birds fly back to the clear sand of the mournful island. Endless trees fall and the endless Yangtze River rolls down. I'm always a guest in autumn, sad for thousands of miles. I've been sick for a hundred years, and I'm alone on the stage. I'm in trouble, bitter resentment, frosty hair, downcast hair, I've just stopped drinking. This poem depicted the poet's view from a high place, feeling the loneliness and distress brought by autumn. The first line," The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes are howling, the sand is clear, and the birds are flying back." It depicted the scene of the strong wind, the high sky, the apes wailing, the clear water surface, and the birds flying back on the beach. The second sentence," Endless falling trees rustle and the Yangtze River rolls over ", depicted the scene of falling leaves and the scene of the Yangtze River rolling eastward, implying the passage of time and the shortness of life. The last line," I'm always a guest in autumn, and I'm always sick. I'm always alone on the stage." It expressed the poet's lament about the passage of time and the short life. At the same time, it also showed the poet's longing and yearning for the distance.