Mochizuki Du Fu's original text and annotations
You may be confused. Du Fu wrote "Looking at the Mountains" instead of "Looking at the Moon." The original text of "Wangyue" is: 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. It will reach the top of the mountain and look down at the small mountains. Note: - Yue: refers to Mount Tai in the east, in the north of Tai 'an City, Shandong Province today. - Dai Zong: Another name for Mount Tai. Because Mount Tai was the head of the five mountains, it was called "Dai Zong". - Qi and Lu were two countries during the Spring and Autumn Period. Qi was north of Mount Tai, and Lu was south of Mount Tai. Green is not over: the mountains are not over, the verdant Mount Tai is endless. - Creation: Heaven and Earth, Nature. Zhong: Gather. Shenxiu: Beautiful and full of spirit. - Yin and yang: the north of the mountain is yin, and the south of the mountain is yang. Cut: separate, divide. Dusk and dawn: The yin part of the mountain is dusk, and the yang part is dawn. - The clouds in the mountains make the heart shake. - The eye sockets split open, and the fingers tried their best to open their eyes wide and look into the distance. Enter: No. - Will when: should be, after all. Ling said,"Go up, go up." The highest peak of Mount Tai. - At a glance, the mountains are small: the original meaning of "climbing Mount Tai and making the world small" in Mencius. The novel " Watching the Moon on Fish Island " is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Original text of Du Fu's Cottage
The original text of Du Fu's thatched cottage was: "Once upon a time, when I went to the thatched cottage, the barbarians filled Chengdu." Now that I've returned to the Cottage, Chengdu will be safe."
Qing Du Fu's translation and the original text
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's original text and translation notes
Translate the original text of Qing Du Fu
The original text of "Sunny" was "The Wushan Mountain is dark after a long rain, and the new sunshine is beautiful." 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. The wildernesses of the wild flowers fall even more, and the wind blows rapidly." It had been raining for a long time and had been dark. Now the sky had just cleared up, and 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. In the poem, the author first expressed his joy at the sunny day after the rain, and then expressed his pity for the wilting wildflowers. Through his pity for the wildflowers, he revealed his sadness, sorrow, and depression.
Pipa Song Du Fu's original text and translation
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's White Horse Original Text and Translated Notes
White Horse: The white horse came from the northeast, and the empty saddle was pierced with two arrows. Poor man on horseback, who can see his spirit today? Recently, generals have been killed, and people have been engaged in battle at midnight. Many people died in the funeral chaos, and tears fell like snow. [Note: Currently, there are no detailed annotations for this poem.] There was a white horse galloping from the northeast. The saddle on the horse's back was empty, but there were two arrows stuck in it. The poor warrior on the horse, who could see his high spirits now? Recently, their commander had been killed and a war had broken out in the Land of Shangyu in the middle of the night. In this time of chaos, the causes of death were varied. Alas, sad tears fell like snowflakes.
Qing Du Fu's translation and the first eight sentences of the original text
"Qing" original text: Long rain Wushan 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.
The original text and annotations of "There is a Fish in the Northern Underworld"
The original text of "There's a Fish in the Northern Underworld" was "There's a Fish in the Northern Underworld", and its name was Kun. Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. It turns into a bird, and its name is Peng. The back of the roc is thousands of miles away. It flies in anger, and its wings are like clouds hanging down from the sky. This is a bird that will migrate to the south if it is transported by sea. Nanming is Tianchi. "Qi Xie" is a strange book. "Harmony" said: "Peng moved to the south of the Ming Dynasty, the water hit three thousand miles, the ball rose up to ninety thousand miles, to six months to rest." Wild horses are like dust, and living things blow each other with their breath. Is the sky still green? Is it too far to reach the extreme? He looked down, and that was it. Note: 1. [Carefree Travel: Free and unrestrained.] Carefree, carefree and unrestrained. 2. Northern Underworld: The North Sea was named after its deep black waters. Dark, which referred to the vast and deep sea. The words "Southern Nether" and "Nether Sea" in the following words all had this meaning. 3. Kun (kūn): Originally referred to as fish eggs, borrowed here to refer to the name of the big fish. This was in line with the original intention of Zhuangzi's Qi Wu Lun and Zhuangzi's unique strange style of writing. 4. I don't know if it's thousands of miles, which means that it's huge, so it's hard to know exactly how many thousands of miles it is. 5. Fury: Fury, excitement, here refers to the flapping of wings. 6. The clouds in the sky. 7. Sea transportation: The sea moves, and the waves are turbulent. There must be a strong wind at this time, and the roc can fly south with the wind. 8. Heavenly Lake: A naturally formed large pool. 9. "Qi Xie": A book dedicated to recording strange things. 10. [Water Strike Three Thousand Miles: The wings beat the water surface, stirring up three thousand miles of waves.] 11. Tuan (tuan) is a nine-thousand-mile mountain, surrounded by the wind. Fuyao, Whirlwind. It flew ninety thousand miles into the sky, circling around the whirlwind. 12. To go to rest in June is to leave in the wind of June. 13. [Wild Horse: The fog in the mountains is like wild horses galloping.] 14. The breath of living creatures blows against each other. 15. Is the sky still green? Is it too far to reach the extreme? The sky is blue, I don't know if it is its true color, or because it is too high to see the end; The roc looked down from a high altitude, and it was just like that. The novel "There's Snow in Kyokuboku" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
The original text and annotations of the thoughts of the water carp
The Biography of Zhang Han in the Book of Jin records: "When Zhang Han saw the autumn wind rising, he thought of the wild vegetables, water shield soup and sea bass in Wuzhong. He said,'Life is important to satisfy one's ambition. How can one be an official for thousands of miles to seek fame and nobility?' So he ordered the carriage to return." Note: - Han referred to Zhang Han. - "Wuzhong" was the name of the place. It was the area where Zhang Han's hometown was located. - "Wild Rice" was a type of plant that was edible. - "Water shield soup" was the soup made from water shield. - "Bass chowder" was a chowder made of bass (finely cut meat or fish). - The most valuable thing in a person's life was comfort and freedom, and to follow one's own aspirations. - "Restrained official" meant that he was an official in a foreign land and was bound by his official position. - "Inviting a noble title" referred to the pursuit of fame and nobility. - "Ming Jia" instructed someone to drive the carriage, which meant to set off. The novel "Watching the Moon on Fish Island" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Mochizuki Huaiyuan's Original Text Translate and Express Emotions
Original text: The bright moon is born on the sea, and the horizon is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, and finally get up in the evening to miss each other. When the candle is extinguished, the light is full of pity. When I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give you a gift full of hands. I'll go back to sleep and dream of a good day. Translator: Mr Voltaire Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations A bright moon rises over the vast sea. At this time, my relatives far away look up with me. People with feelings resented the long night and missed their loved ones all night. Extinguishing the candles, loving the moonlight that filled the room, putting on clothes and going out, feeling the dew wet his clothes. He couldn't give this beautiful moonlight to his loved ones with both hands. It was better to return to the bedroom and meet his loved ones in his dreams. Expression-expressing: This poem expressed the poet's feelings of missing his distant relatives on a moonlit night. It also contained the poet's feelings of being framed by villains and being demoted. The poet described the ups and downs of his thoughts when he looked at the moon, from the longing for his distant relatives when he saw the bright moon rising, to the resentment of the long night and sleepless night, to the love for the moonlight and wandering in the dew. Finally, he expressed his desire to meet his loved ones in his dreams even though he could not meet them. It deeply showed the deep longing for his loved ones and the loneliness in the poet's heart. The novel "Watching the Moon on Fish Island" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!