The translation of the Sunset in the Creek Pavilion and the original text and translation
The original text of "Dream Order·Chang Ji Xi Ting Ri Mu": I often remember that the sun is setting in the stream pavilion, drunk and do not know the way back. I returned to the boat late at night and mistakenly entered the depths of lotus flowers. Fight to cross, fight to cross, startled a pool of gulls and egrets. I often recall playing in a pavilion by the stream until dusk, indulging in the beautiful scenery and forgetting the way back. When he was done playing, he rowed back in the evening, but he accidentally rowed into the depths of the lotus. How to row out, how to row out, the sound of rowing startled a flock of gulls and herons.
The original text and translation of Moshan Creek
The original text of Moshanxi: The householder of Hushan is lazy before he gets old. People who like to learn Taoism set up bamboo tables, futon tea bowls. Green hills can be bought, small houses three rooms, open a path, overlooking the clear stream, bamboo trees planted full. When the guests came, they were invited to share their home-cooked meals. If you are willing to stay for a while, drink more wine, drink three cups or two, recite poems and music, and let the wind and moon greet you. There is no need to care about the affairs of the body and the outside world, and there is naturally the management of heaven. Scholar Hushan, you are lazy before you are old. People who liked to learn Taoism had bamboo tables for reading and writing, futons for resting, and tea bowls for brewing tea. There were green mountains to admire, three small thatched cottages were built, a small path was opened up, overlooking the clear stream, and tall and dense bamboos were planted around the house. If there were guests, please help yourself and eat a simple meal. If they were willing to stay for a while, they would prepare some wine and drink two or three glasses. He recited poems, created songs, and let people feel the wind and the moon. There was no need to care about matters outside of the body. Naturally, the heavens would manage them. "Mo Mountain Stream"(Zhang Biaochen) Original text: The building is horizontal and solid in the north, and the rain is tired all day. There are several songs, but the desert, mountains and rivers smoke trees. Lonely scenery, three or five over the Lantern Festival, looking for willow eyes, looking for flowers and whiskers, spring scenery do not know where. Falling plum blossoms sob, blowing through the river city evening. The pulse is like a few flying geese, The date of return is far away, The east wind is frozen. Chang 'an disappeared, the beacon fire rose in the setting sun, the soul was about to break, wine just woke up, alone down the dangerous ladder to go. The tall buildings on Mount Beigu were shrouded in a drizzle all day. With a few fisherman's songs, there were only vast rivers and mountains and misty shadows of trees in the distance. After the Lantern Festival, the scene was lonely. There were no willows or stamens to be found, and no one knew where spring was. In the evening mist, the song "Plum Blossom Fall" resounded throughout Jiang City. Silently counting the geese flying high, the date of return is far away, standing in the east wind for a long time staring. Chang 'an could not be seen, and the beacon fire rose under the setting sun. His soul was about to break, and he woke up from his drunkenness and walked down the tall building alone. "Mo Shan Xi Mei" original text: wash makeup true state, do not make lead flower royal. Outside the bamboo, a branch slanted, thinking of a beautiful woman, the weather is cold and the sun is setting. At dusk, there was no fragrance in the courtyard. The wind was gentle and the snow was falling, let alone the road at the head of the river. The moon's shadow is sparse, and I dream of the place where I am lost. When the plum is about to turn yellow, it must be planted again, and it will be fine and drizzling. Lonely fragrance a lifetime, supply cut off love sorrow, thin loss, is Dongyang, ask flowers know? Like a beauty who has washed off her make-up to reveal her true appearance, without the need for lead powder. A plum flower was hanging outside the bamboo bushes, like a beautiful woman admiring herself in the cold sun. In the courtyard at dusk, no one appreciated the fragrance. The wind was thin and the snow was falling. No one appreciated the roadside at the end of the river. The shadows under the moonlight were like a dream, making people dream of ecstasy. When the plums were about to turn yellow, there would be a continuous drizzle. The plum blossom is lonely for a lifetime, making lovers endlessly sad. I am as thin and haggard as Shen Yue. Does the plum blossom know? The original text of "Moshan Creek·Old Lai Taste"(Song·Cheng Gai): Old Lai Taste, is nothing. I only love the small book boat, leaving only a few people. Call on the wind and live a happy life. Don't envy the rich, don't worry about the poor, don't worry about the crows and toads. After three cups of wine, I got drunk and felt that the world was big. Drunk after a hundred poems, all from him, dragon roar crane harmony. Rise and sink all things, return to the original heaven, blue clouds, white clouds, a person arranged for me. (I don't know the exact translation, but it can be roughly understood as: I feel nothing about all kinds of things when I'm old.) He only liked small boats, surrounded by a few green bamboos. Accompanied by the wind and moon, living a happy life, not envious of wealth, not worried about poverty, not afraid of the change of the sun and moon. After drinking three glasses, he would be drunk. After getting drunk, he would feel that the world was vast. After getting drunk, he wrote a hundred poems, and let it be echoed like a dragon's roar and a crane's cry. The ups and downs of everything in the world were handed over to the heavens. It was as if he was placed between the blue clouds and white clouds, listening to the arrangements of the heavens. "Mo Mountain Stream·Title Qian's Stream Moon"(Song·Jiang Kui) Original text: With gulls as guests. in the green fields I leave my singing clogs. Two rows of willows hang down in the shade, which were planted by the gods of that day and the immortal. a lonely pavilion. The smoke outside is full of sorrow, the lotus leaves are floating, the cool clouds are spread out, and the rainbow lies a thousand feet away. Talent is exhausted because of old age, show sentence monarch stop looking. Ten thousand green is charming, more sad into, Shanyang night flute. A hundred years of worry, only the jade balustrade know, chant not finished, put the boat back, under the moon empty memory. (The exact translation was not found, but it could be roughly understood as: Accompanied by gulls.) Leaving the footprints of poetry in the green fields. The two rows of willow trees were planted by immortals in the past. A pavilion stood alone outside the mist with a sense of sorrow. The lotus leaves slowly stretched out like cool clouds, and there was also a thousand-foot bridge like a rainbow lying on the waves. Talent fades with age, and there is no need to look for beautiful poems. Among the green bushes, it was mesmerizing to the eyes, but what was more worrying was to hear the sad sound of the mountain sun at night. Only the railings know the worries of a hundred years. Before I finished reciting poems, I put the boat back and recalled each other under the moon. "Mo Mountain Stream·Early Spring"(Song·Zhang Zhen) Original text: Spring is like this. spring arrives on Jiangnan Road. The willow eyes play with the clear light, laughing at the old plum blossom and the countless fallen petals. The courtyard is steep and cold, with curtains to protect the window gauze, golden duck warm, brocade screen deep, once remembered to see the place. Cloud edge is a foot plain. what plans do I have to pass on the thread of my heart? There is no place to say lovesickness, empty melancholy, morning clouds and evening rain. Outside the winding railing, I stood quietly near dusk. My heart was busy, and my eyes were sad. I asked if I knew spring. Spring is so beautiful, spring has come to the road of Jiangnan. The willow buds shone brightly under the clear sun. The plum blossoms were old, and the countless fallen petals made people laugh. The courtyard was cold. The curtains protected the windows, the duck-shaped incense burner was warm, and the brocade screen was deep and serene. He still remembered the place that was once favored. The letter from the horizon could not convey the feelings in his heart. There is no place to express the feeling of longing, but melancholy. Standing for a moment in the evening outside the winding railings, I wonder if spring knows what is in my heart and what is in front of me.) "Moshan Creek·Spring Half-Autumn"(Song·Zhang Zhen) Original text: Green plums are like beans, broken to send spring back. Small green and long red, see a few places, cloud song willow dance. I snuggled up to the flowers to see my face, talked about my heart with the moon, took my white hand, picked incense and traveled all over the West Pool Road. By the water's edge is a vermilion door. I once remembered the place of ecstasy. Little standing back swing, empty look, graceful charm. Yang flowers blowing in the face, fragrant grits a curtain of wind, love, wine tired tired, look back at the sunset. When the green plum is as big as a bean, it will send spring away. Red flowers were mixed among the green leaves, and there were a few scenes of clouds singing and willow trees dancing. They knew each other's faces by the flowers, talked to the moon, held their fair hands, picked incense, and traveled all over the West Lake. The red door by the water, he still remembered that enchanting place. Standing behind the swing, I look at the graceful posture in vain. Yang Hua pounced on her face, the fragrance filled the air, affectionate, lazy after drinking, looking back to see the setting sun.) The original text of "Moshan Stream·Begonia Branch"(Song·Yi Fu): Begonia branch, leaving a delicate oriole language. When did the two swallows come? They flew into the courtyard of the east wind. Dream back to the fragrant grass, green all over the old pond, pear blossoms snow, peach blossom rain. After all, who was the master of spring? In the eastern suburbs pick up jade, lapel sleeves stained with flying catkins. The BMW took advantage of the carved wheel, and the road was full of red and fragrant dust. Ten thousand buckets of wine, together to buy spring leisure, Wu Ji singing, Qin E dance. I'll get drunk in brothels at dusk. (The exact translation was not found, but it could be roughly understood as: On the crabapple branch, there was still the sound of the oriole.) When did the swallows fly over? They flew into the courtyard where the east wind blew. In the dream, he returned to a place full of fragrant grass. The old pond was already covered with green grass. The pear blossoms were like snow, and the peach blossoms were like rain. Who was the master of spring? Picking up a green feather in the eastern suburbs, his sleeves were covered in flying catkins. Riding a BMW and sitting in a gorgeous car, the road was filled with fragrance and dust amidst the falling flowers. With expensive wine, they bought the leisure of spring together. The singers of Wu sang, the women of Qin danced, and they were willing to be drunk in the brothel until sunset.) The original text of "Moshan Creek·Swoosh Willow in Front of the Building"(Song·Zhou Bangyan): The sparse willow in front of the building, the endless road outside the willow. Green color hanging from the sky, a few peaks green, high city wide place. The eyes of the Jianghu people are ill. I am inclined to this mountain. I am sad and speechless. There were sparse willow trees in front of the building, and outside the willow trees were endless roads. The green color hung down from all sides, and in the wide area of the high city, there were a few green mountains standing tall. My sick eyes, which are used to seeing Jianghu, feel that the mountains here are bright, so sad that I can't speak.) 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Original text and translation of the story of Huanhua Creek
The original text of "The Story of Huanhua Creek": Out of the south gate of Chengdu, on the left is Wanli Bridge. To the west, there are beautiful and long twists and turns. What you see is like a chain, a ring, a belt, a compass, a hook, a mirror, a stone, a green melon, a deep green, winding back to the city, all of which are the branches of Huanhua Creek. However, if you must go to the thatched cottage, and then wash flowers have a special name, then it is Shaoling wash flowers live there. Walk three or four miles to Qingyang Palace, where the stream is sometimes far and sometimes near. The bamboo and cypress trees are green, and the gloomy place across the river is like a water chestnut. The water and wood are clear and bright, and the skin is clear and bright. From the west of the palace, there are three bridges, each less than half a mile apart. It is said that the river flows from the mouth of the river. People live on the left side of the stream, so the stream is blocked from time to time to see, a little cut off the stream can be seen again. There are several places like this, tied with firewood and woven with bamboo, quite orderly. At the end of the bridge, there was a pavilion on the left side of the tree road, which was named "Yuanjiang Road". After this is the Temple of Marquis Wu. In front of the temple, there is a bridge across the stream, covered with a water sill, you can see the "Huanhua Stream" inscribed on the board. After crossing the bridge, a small island was inserted horizontally into the water like a shuttle. The stream surrounded it, and it was not blocked by the bridge. A pavilion was set up on it, and the title was "Hundred Flowers Pool Water". From this pavilion back across the bridge, after Fan 'an Temple, began to build Du Gongbu Temple. The statue is quite clear and ancient. You don't have to look for a model. I think it should be like this. Stone carving like a stone, attached to the original biography, He Renzhong did not drive in Huayang. the tombstones are unworthy of reading. Zhong Zi said: Du Lao's second son lived in seclusion, washed flowers in Qingyuan, and stationed troops in dangerous places in the east. They did not attack each other. Yan Gong did not die, Huanxi can be old, disaster to friends too big ah! But God sent this old man to add a strange section of Kui Gate. In the face of poverty and sorrow, he can still choose victory, and his mind is free and tidy, so he can adapt to the world, just like Confucius when he was in charge of the city. On October 17, 1911, Wanli left the city to prepare for rain, but soon it cleared up. Most of the guests who came to visit were invited to drink by the county magistrate of the supervision department. The hat cover was thick and muddy, and the chime was broken and noisy. They hurried back in the evening. That morning, he went alone by chance. the people of Chu, Zhong Xing Ji. Translator: Out of the south gate of Chengdu, on the left is the Wanli Bridge. Turning westward, it was thin and beautiful, long and curved. What he saw was like a circle, an open jade ring, a belt, a compass, a curved hook, a water color like a mirror, a jasper, a thick green melon, a deep green color, swirling under the city, all of which were the places where the water of Huanhua Creek gathered. However, it had to be around the thatched cottage before it had the special name "Huanhua Stream". This was because Du Fu's former residence of washing flowers was there. After walking for three or four miles, they arrived at Qingyang Palace. The stream was sometimes far, sometimes near. The green bamboo and cypress trees were lush and green, making the other side of the river seem dense and dense. It extended all the way to the end of the stream, looking like a shepherd's purse from afar. The water was clear and beautiful, making people feel refreshed inside and outside. From the west of Qingyang Palace, three streams converged. There were bridges built on them, and they were less than half a mile apart. The sedan chair carriers said that they led to Guan County. Perhaps this was the so-called saying that "the river flows from the mouth of the river". There were people living on the east side of the stream, so the stream was blocked by houses and could not be seen often. There was a slight gap, and the stream was revealed again. There were several situations like this. The houses on the banks of the stream used branches and bamboo strips to weave doors and fences, which were very neat. At the end of the bridge, a pavilion stood on the left side of the road. The words "Yuanjiang Road" were written on the pavilion. After this was the Temple of Marquis Wu. In front of the temple, there was a bridge that spanned across the stream. The bridge was covered with railings. Only then did he see the title board of "Huanhua Stream". After crossing the bridge, there was a small island inserted horizontally in the water like a shuttle. The stream surrounded it. Without the bridge, it could not pass. A pavilion was built on the small island, named "Hundred Flowers Pool Water". From this pavilion, he crossed the bridge and passed the Fan An Temple before reaching the Du Gongbu Temple. Du Fu's statue was quite ancient, so there was no need to ask it to resemble him. There is a stone statue, attached to Du Fu's biography, is He Renzhong Ren Huayang do not drive. The words on the stele were already blurry and unreadable. Zhong Xing said: Du Fu's two residences, Huanhua Creek here quiet and remote, Dongtun there steep and deep, each different. If Yan Wu didn't die, Du Fu would be able to enjoy his old age by the Huanhua Stream. How important was the care of a friend in times of trouble? However, the heavens had given this old man a strange experience in the Kui Gate. Running in poverty and sorrow, he could still choose a place to live. His heart was at ease and he could deal with the world, just like Confucius when he lived in the house of Sicheng Sadako. It was October 17, 1911, and it seemed like it was going to rain when they left the city. Soon, it cleared up. Most of the envoys and tourists were entertained by the officials of the supervision department and the county to drink. The chariots and horses of the dignitaries were numerous and messy. People bent down and cupped their hands. It was extremely noisy. In the evening, they hurried back. This morning, I happened to go alone. the people of Chu, Zhong Xing Ji. The novel "Listening to the Rain in Green Bamboo and Watching the Egrets" is equally wonderful. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
The original text and translation of the Pavilion of the Banquet Mountain
"Banquet Mountain Pavilion: Seeing Apricot Flowers in the North" * * Original text ** Cut the ice silk, light fold several layers, light rouge evenly painted. The new appearance of beautiful makeup, gorgeous fragrance, ashamed to kill Rui Zhu palace maid. It's easy to wither, but how much more ruthless wind and rain. Sorrow. Ask the courtyard desolate, how many times the spring evening. With the hatred of parting, this pair of swallows didn't know how to speak. Heaven and earth are far away, thousands of rivers and mountains, I know where the Forbidden City is. Why don't you think about it? Except in your dreams, Sometimes I go. No evidence. And I dream of it, And do not do it when I am new. * * Translated ** The apricot flowers were like cut white silk, gently folded into many layers, and lightly and evenly dyed with rouge. The new and unique makeup, the gorgeous colors and the rich fragrance blended together. Even the fairies in the Pearl Palace in the sky would feel inferior. However, apricot blossoms were easy to wither, not to mention there were so many merciless storms. This made me extremely distressed. He wanted to ask how desolate this lonely courtyard was and how many late spring hours it had experienced. They wanted to entrust this pair of swallows to send their heavy hatred, but how could they understand human language? The world was far away, separated by thousands of rivers and mountains. How could he know where the old palace was? How could she not miss him? She could only go back sometimes in her dreams. But there was no basis for this, and he hadn't even been dreaming recently. This was written by Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, while he was being captured and traveling north. He wrote about the withering of apricot flowers to express his sorrow and grief over the destruction of his country and family. "The Reborn Daughter of the General Star" is the original novel of the TV series "The Moon is Like Song." You can click on the link below to read the original novel. The original novel is equally exciting.
What is the translation and original text of the twilight of the stream pavilion
The original text of "Ru Meng Ling·Xiting Sunset": I often remember the sunset of Xiting, intoxicated and do not know the way back. I returned to the boat late at night and mistakenly entered the depths of lotus flowers. Fight to cross, fight to cross, startled a pool of gulls and egrets. I often remember playing in the pavilion by the stream until the sun sets. I was drunk and didn't know the way back. Satisfied with the pleasure of traveling, he rowed back in the dark and mistakenly rowed into the depths of the lotus flower. They rowed and rowed, startling all the waterfowls on the beach and flying in all directions. (Note: There may be differences in the translation of different versions, but the general idea is the same.)
Egret Pavilion Original Translation
The original text and translation of Egret Pavilion by different authors are as follows: ##Fan Chengda's "Egret Pavilion" - Tired tourists are too idle to stay in the house. Every day, I see the Qingjiang River leaning against the railing. When the west wind blows and the rain passes, I can see Huaishan Mountain from the two rivers. - The tired traveler was so idle in the guest house that it was unbearable. Every day, he leaned against the railing by the Qingjiang River and looked out. He only needed to wait for the west wind to blow away the rain clouds before he could look at Huaishan from the intersection of the Yangtze River and Huaihe River. ##Fang Yue's White Egret Pavilion - The most flowery reed leaves old wind smoke, driving up the autumn city thought ethereal. Egrets are not as good as this kind of thing, red black and how many years apart. Six dynasties past Qinhuai River, a flute in the morning breeze Jiangpu boat. Who are we to compete with now? We can only stand by the fishing boat in the setting sun. - The reed leaves grew old in the wind and mist, and the thoughts of climbing the city wall in autumn were boundless. The egrets didn't know about these things in the human world, and how many years had it been since the red crow (the legendary auspicious bird)? The past events of the Six Dynasties flowed like the Qinhuai River. A flute sound came from the morning breeze on the boat. What are we now? We can only accompany the fishing boat in the sunset. ##Ma Zhichun's "Egret Pavilion" - Egrets fly in front of the Egret Pavilion, and the mountains are like barriers and the water is like a circle. In the water alone phoenix peeping mirror, on the sand in groups of snow covered the rock. In the daytime, they don't come to fight for the green trees, but sometimes they go together to send the setting sun. Rivers and mountains can only be painted here, so that tourists do not remember to go home. - There were egrets flying in front of the Egret Pavilion. The mountains were like a barrier, and the river was like a wall. There were egrets in the water that looked like phoenix birds standing alone in front of a mirror. On the beach, a group of egrets walked like white snow covering the rocks. During the day, they did not fight with the green trees. Sometimes, they would watch the sunset together. With such beautiful scenery, the mountains and rivers were like a painting, making tourists so intoxicated that they didn't want to go home. ##Liu Zhi's White Egret Pavilion - ** Original text **: The dangerous pavilion crosses the top of the city, because the continent is called egret. Open the pavilion on both sides of the river, watching the scenery. The wind and waves are like fish and dragons, and the clouds and clouds change into the beach. The lonely bird pointed to Zhongshan Mountain, and the mat fell to Wupu. The idle man is idle and sad, leaning on the railing and sighing about the past and the present. The pulse of the Yangtze River, cold waves come and go naturally. - The tall pavilion spanned across the top of the city. Because the name of the continent was Egret, the pavilion was called Egret Pavilion. Opening the window, he saw the Yangtze River and Huai River, and thousands of scenery greeted his eyes. The wind and waves are like raising fish and dragons, and the clouds and clouds change the Tingzhu. A lonely bird landed on Mount Zhong, and a sail sailed towards Wupu. When idle people have idle worries, they lean against the railing and sigh about ancient and modern things. Silently facing the Yangtze River, the cold waves came and went by themselves. The novel "Listening to the Rain in Green Bamboo and Watching the Egrets" is equally wonderful. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Original text and translation
The original text of the reeds and reeds was "The reeds and reeds are green and the white dew is frost." The so-called Yi Ren is on the other side of the water." From Li Sao.
The original text and translation?
The original text and translation of hanging beams and piercing shares were hanging beams and piercing bones. Hanging a beam and stabbing a stock was an idiom to describe studying hard and not afraid of hardship. It literally meant to hang a rope from a tree and study in the biting wind. It was a longer idiom, which meant that one was very diligent and not afraid of hardship when studying. It was like an awl piercing into one's brain to make one study more clearly. These two idioms were used in ancient Chinese learning methods to emphasize the importance of learning and the spirit of hard work.
The original text and translation
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." Translator: Zhang Han saw the autumn wind blowing and missed the wild vegetables, water shield soup, and sea bass slices in his hometown. He said," The value of life is to follow your own wishes. How can you be an official thousands of miles away in pursuit of fame and fortune?" So he ordered people to drive back home. The novel " Watching the Moon on Fish Island " is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
The original text and translation
Lu Ji's "Wen Fu" original text: Every time I read the works of talented people, I can secretly understand their intentions. There are many changes in the words of criticism and condemnation. It is possible to say what you like and what you dislike. Every time he wrote an article, he could see his true feelings. I am always worried that the meaning does not match the object, and the article does not match the meaning. It is not that it is difficult to know, but that it is difficult to know. So he wrote "Wen Fu," in order to describe the rich literary grace of the ancestors, and then discuss the advantages and disadvantages of writing, other days can be said to be very strange. As for cutting down trees with an axe, it is not far away, but it is difficult to say that it is easy to change. This is all I can say. He stood in the middle of the palace to read the scriptures and read the scriptures. Follow the four seasons to sigh, look at all things and think about them. Sad to see the fallen leaves in the strong autumn, happy to see the soft branches in the fragrant spring. The heart is awe-inspiring and full of frost, and the ambition is small and small. Praise the virtue of the world, praise the fragrance of the ancestors. Travel to the forest mansion of the article, the elegant and elegant. I write a poem and write a poem, which is very elegant and elegant. At the beginning, they all turned their eyes away from listening and indulged in the interrogation. Concentrate on the eight poles, the heart travels thousands of feet. The result is that the emotion is bright and fresh, and the things are bright and clear, so that they can complement each other. I pour out the liquid of the crowd's words, and rinse the fragrance of the six arts. Floating in Tianyuan to stabilize the current, washing the water under the spring and diving. Therefore, the words are deep and happy, like a fish with a hook in its mouth, swimming out of the depths of the deep abyss; The floating algae are like birds flying in the sky, falling into the height of the clouds. Collect the missing articles of hundreds of generations and collect the lingering rhymes of thousands of years. The glory of the morning has been revealed, and the glory of the evening has not yet been revealed. Observe ancient and modern times in a moment, appease the four seas in a moment. Then select the meaning according to the department, test the words on the class. Those who hold the shadow kowtow, and those who hold the sound all play. Some use branches to shake leaves, some use waves to attack the source. Some are originally hidden to show off, some seek easy things and get difficult things. Sometimes tigers change and animals disturb, sometimes dragons appear and birds billow. Some are appropriate and easy to use, some are careless and uneasy. Think hard and think hard, think hard and speak out. Heaven and earth in the shape of the cage, all things in the pen. At first I wandered in the dry kiss, and finally I wandered in the wet place. The reason is to support the quality to establish the ability, the article hanging down the article and the knot is complex. It is believed that the appearance of the heart is not wrong, so every change is in the face. Thinking about the joy of it must laugh, dialect sad only sigh. Some hold the Gu to express their feelings, some hold the hair to express their feelings. It is a pleasure to serve him, and he is worthy of respect for sages. Examining nothingness to blame existence, knocking on loneliness to seek sound. The box is long and thin, and the heart is full of blood. The more you talk about it, the wider it becomes, and the more you think about it, the deeper it becomes. It spreads the fragrance of flowers and grass, and the green leaves are dense. Yuan Can's wind flew and stood upright, and the clouds rose from the Hanlin Academy. There are thousands of different bodies, but there is no one to measure them. It's hard to look like this. He resigned from Cheng Cai to show off his skills, and became a craftsman in his heart. When there is nothing, there is nothing, and when there is shallow and deep, there is nothing. Even if you leave the square and return to the circle, you will be able to complete the phase. The following is a rough translation: I often watch the works of talented people and privately think that I understand their intentions when they create. The choice of words in their essays was indeed varied. The quality of their essays could be judged. Every time he wrote an essay, he realized the situation even more. He often worried that his ideas did not conform to the original appearance of things, and that his words could not express his ideas. This was not the difficulty of understanding reason, but the difficulty of putting it into practice. Therefore, he wrote this "Wen Fu" to elaborate on the excellent works of his predecessors and use it to discuss the pros and cons of the composition. In the future, it might be said that he could thoroughly explain the mysteries within. As for cutting an axe handle with an axe, although the model was right in front of him, it was difficult to describe the situation with words. This was probably all that could be described. He stood in the world and observed deeply, cultivating his emotions from ancient books. According to the changes of the four seasons, he lamented the passage of time, and his thoughts were mixed when he saw everything. Sad for the fallen leaves in the cold autumn, happy for the soft branches in the fragrant spring. His heart was filled with reverence, like frost and snow in his chest, and his ambition was as high as approaching the clouds. Singing about the great achievements passed down from generation to generation, reciting the good moral character of the ancestors. Wandering in the treasury of articles, praising the beautiful words. He put down the works of his predecessors and picked up the pen to express his feelings in this article. When you start to create, you have to eliminate external interference, think deeply, and search extensively. The spirit galloped far away, and the mind flew high. When Wen Si arrived, the hazy feelings gradually became clear, and the images also appeared clearly. Absorb the essence of many opinions and wash the fragrance of the six arts. They floated peacefully in the celestial river and washed and soaked in the underground spring. So deep words, like fish caught, emerge with difficulty from a deep pool; Gorgeous words, like birds shot by arrows, fall from the sky. Collect the unsolved words of hundreds of generations and pick up the forgotten rhyme of thousands of years. Abandon the flowers that have already bloomed in the morning (meaning not to use the cliches used by predecessors) and open the late buds that have not bloomed (meaning innovation). He could see the past and the present in a moment, and touch the four seas in an instant. Then, he would arrange the meaning according to a certain order and organize the words according to a certain order. Ask everything that has shadow, play everything that has sound. They could either shake the leaves by the branches or search for the source by following the waves. Or make it obvious from the obscure, or seek simplicity but find difficulty. Or like the appearance of a tiger to tame all beasts, or like the appearance of a dragon to scare away birds. Or the language is appropriate and easy to use, or contradictory and unstable. Use your pure mind to gather your thoughts, abandon all distracting thoughts, and then speak. He included heaven and earth into his image and described all things in his pen. In the beginning, his lips were dry and it was difficult for him to speak, but in the end, he could write freely. Reason supports the content to establish the backbone, and the diction is as lush as branches and leaves. Emotions and appearances did match, so every change was shown on the face. He laughed when he thought of happy things, and sighed when he thought of sad things. Sometimes he picked up the wooden slip and wrote rashly, sometimes he held the brush and pondered blankly. Creation was a very happy thing. It was originally admired by sages. Seeking reality in nothingness, seeking sound in silence. The distant feelings were contained in the brocade and silk, and the abundant emotions poured out from the heart. Words expand wider, thoughts go deeper. The fragrance of flowers spread out, and the literary grace of lush green branches grew. Like the wind flying up, like the clouds rising from the Hanlin Academy. There were thousands of styles, and there was no fixed standard for things. The changes were complicated and messy, and the shapes were difficult to describe. Words should be used according to ability, and the meaning of the words should be like a craftsman mastering the rules. Do your best between what you have or what you don't have, and don't give in to what you have or don't have. Although it sometimes deviated from the rules, it hoped to exhaust the appearance of things. While waiting for the TV series, he could also read the exciting content related to this site!
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[Self-dispatch](Luo Yin) Original text: If you get it, you can sing loudly. If you lose it, you can rest. If you have more worries and more regrets, you can also feel endless. Today there is wine today drunk, tomorrow worries come tomorrow worries. Translator: Mr Voltaire Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations Translator: Noodletown Translations Translator: Noodletown Translations Translator: Noodletown Translations Translator: Noodletown Translations If there was wine today, he would drink it to his heart's content until he was completely drunk, and tomorrow's worries would wait until tomorrow to worry. The novel "Listening to the Rain in Green Bamboo and Watching the Egrets" is equally wonderful. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!