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.
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."
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, the interpreter of Qing
It had been raining for a long time on Wushan Mountain and it had been dark all the time. 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. In the poem, the author first expressed his joy at the first sunny day after the rain, and then expressed his pity for the wilting wildflowers. Through the pity for the wildflowers, the author revealed his sadness, sadness and depression of wandering.
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.
Translate the original text of the wine
This is a Chinese poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai which is often translated to On the eve of departure or At the beginning of the cup. The original poem goes like this: Don't you see that the Yellow River flows from heaven to the sea and never returns? Can't you see the bright mirror in the high hall sad, white hair in the morning like black silk, turning into snow in the evening? Life is full of joy, do not let the golden cup empty face the moon. I'm born with talent, I'm sure it'll be useful. Cook sheep, slaughter cattle, and enjoy the party. You must drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will not stop drinking. I'll sing a song for you, please listen to it for me. Bells, drums and jade are not worth being expensive. I hope I'll be drunk for a long time and don't wake up. Since ancient times, sages and sages have been lonely, only the drinker left his name. In the past, the king of Chen gave a banquet in Pingle to drink ten thousand taels of wine. Why should the host say that there is little money? I must buy it directly and pour it to you. I'll go out and exchange my five-streaked horse for fine wine to relieve my eternal sorrow with you.
Du Fu Cottage Du Fu
Du Fu's Cottage was the former residence of Du Fu, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty in China. It was located at 37 Qinghua Road, Qingyang District, Chengdu City, Sichuan Province. Du Fu lived here for nearly four years and wrote more than 240 poems. The thatched cottage covered an area of nearly 300 acres, completely retaining the architectural layout of the 13th year of Hongzhi of the Ming Dynasty and the 16th year of Jiaqing of the Qing Dynasty. There were more than 30,000 volumes of various materials in the Cottage. It was the center of Du Fu's research and collection of Du Fu's poems and paintings. The Cottage Museum was established in 1955. It was the largest, most well-preserved, and most famous Du Fu memorial site. The thatched cottage was announced as one of the first batch of national key cultural relics to be protected in China.
Original text of Luoshen Fu
The Luoshen Fu was a poem by Cao Zhi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The full text is as follows: Luoyang City is 27,000 miles long from east to west. The mountains and rivers are magnificent and fertile for thousands of miles. Among them, the sentence "Luoyang City drives 27,000 miles from east to west" comes from Volume 138 of "Sanfu Yellow Map":"Luoyang drives 27,000 miles from east to west to Yan, Zhao controls Qin and Wei as the center of the world." At the beginning of the Ode to the Luo God, Cao Zhi described the magnificent scenery, history and culture of the city with Luoyang as the background. Then he introduced the legend of the Luo River God to express his love and admiration for it. In the end, Cao Zhi expressed his loneliness and confusion through lyrical techniques such as "reminiscing about his life experience" and "sighing about his inferiority". The whole poem was deep in emotion and profound in artistic conception. It was one of Cao Zhi's representative works.
The original text of the Luoshen Fu
In the third year of Huang's reign, I went to the capital to see the emperor and returned to Luochuan. The ancients said that the god of water was called Mi Fei. He was moved by Song Yu's words about the goddess of the king of Chu, so he wrote this Fu. His words said: I came from the capital, saying that I would return to the eastern vassal state, back to Yi Que, across the shaft, through Tonggu, Ling Jingshan. The sun had set in the west, and the horses and chariots were in trouble. So you went to Henggao to collect taxes, to feed four horses in the field of ganoderma lucidum, to live in the forest of Yang, and to wander in Luochuan. So the spirit moved, the spirit was shocked, suddenly lost his mind, looked down, did not see, looked up to see. He saw a beautiful woman by the cliff. So he took the driver and told him,"Did you see anyone there? Who else is this?" The driver replied,"I have heard that the god of Heluo is called Mi Fei. So what the king sees is not this? I'd like to know what happened." I told him that his body was as graceful as a swan, as graceful as a swimming dragon, shining with autumn chrysanthemum and luxuriant spring pine. It is like the light clouds covering the moon, floating like the wind returning snow. From a distance, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow; Close to observe, it is as bright as lotus flowers out of the green waves. The length of the hair is fine and the length of the hair is short. The shoulders are as if cut, and the waist is as white as usual. The neck is long and beautiful, the white and pure are exposed, the fragrance is not added, and the lead is not resisted. Her hair was in a bun, her eyebrows were straight, her red lips were bright, her white teeth were bright, her eyes were bright, her face was beautiful, her posture was elegant, and her demeanor was quiet and leisurely. Gentle and charming, charming in words. Strange clothes are unparalleled in the world, and the bone statue should be painted. The silk clothes are bright and beautiful, and the jade is beautiful and beautiful. Wearing gold and jade jewelry, decorated with pearls to shine. Walking on the shoes of the far-away traveler, dragging the light skirt of the misty gauze. The fragrance of the orchid is faint, and the steps are hesitant at the corner of the mountain. So he suddenly stood up, leaning on the flag on his left and the flag on his right. I'm going to the God Lake to pick the Xuanzhi from the rapids. I like her beauty, but my heart is not happy. There is no good matchmaker to make friends with, but to make friends with each other. I hope you can be the first to understand, take off the jade pendant to ask for it. Alas, the beauty is honest and honest, and the Qiang people are familiar with etiquette and poetry. To make peace with me, to make peace with me. I hold the truth of my love, and fear that I will be deceived by this spirit. Moved by Jiao Fu's words, he hesitated and hesitated. Keep your face and calm your mind, and keep your guard up with etiquette. From then on, the spirit of Luoshen Mountain was inspired, and the spirit of Luoshen Mountain was scattered and scattered, sometimes Yin and sometimes Yang. Xia Song stood tall like a crane, as if he was about to fly but did not fly. Stepping on the thick pepper road, walking on the thin Heng and flowing fragrance. Long chant to forever admire ah, the sound is sad and fierce and longer. You are a mix of spirits, life and death, some play Qingliu. (Since the reference materials did not fully present the full text of the "Ode to the Luo God," the above is part of the original content.) The novel "The Clouds Come and Go in the Sunset" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Du Fu's Original Poem on Phoenix
The original poem of Du Fu's "Ode to Phoenix" comes from Du Fu's "Zhuang You." The sentence in the original poem was " When you are seven years old, you will be strong. When you open your mouth, you will sing the phoenix." This poem depicted the Phoenix Terrace in Du Fu's imagination. With the phoenix as the theme, it expressed the beautiful vision of the country's rejuvenation and the worry about his own fate. The specific content of the original poem can be found in Du Fu's "Zhuang You."
Li Bai will translate the original text of the wine
Can't you see that the Yellow River water is rushing from the sky, the waves rolling straight to the East China Sea, never to return? Can't you see the old parents lamenting their white hair in the mirror? In the morning, their hair was still black, but in the evening, it became white. When life is full, enjoy it to your heart's content. Don't let the golden cup be empty against the moon. There was a use to one's talent, and even if one spent all their money, they would still get it again. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for fun, drinking three hundred cups at once was not too much. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng! Hurry up and drink! Don't stop. Let me sing a song for you, please listen carefully. Bells, drums and jade are not expensive, I hope I will be drunk for a long time and not wake up. Since ancient times, sages were lonely. Only those who drank could leave their names. Once upon a time, the king of Chen held a banquet in Pingle. He drank ten thousand taels of wine and laughed at will. Why should the master say that he is short of money? He must sell it directly and drink it for you. I'll exchange my five-streaked horse and precious fur coat for good wine to eliminate the worries of the past with you.