Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Wang Anshi

Original text:

It was late autumn in the old country and the weather was early. Thousands of miles into a river like practice, such as clusters of green peaks. Return to the sail and go to the setting sun, with the west wind on your back and the wine flag tilted. The colorful boat is cloudy, and the Milky Way heron rises, making it difficult to draw.

Miss the past, compete in prosperity, sigh the building outside the door, and sorrow and hate continue. Through the ages, depending on the high, it is a shame. The past events of the Six Dynasties follow the flowing water, but the cold smoke decays and the grass turns green. Up to now, business women still sing from time to time, leaving a legacy in the backyard.

translation

Climbing to the top of the tall building, the scene of Jinling is exactly late autumn, and the weather has just begun to get cold. The Yangtze River, which flows thousands of miles, is brewed like a white practice, and the green peaks are majestic and steep like bundles of arrows. The boat on the river is full of sails and sails to the sunset, and the swaying wine flag is leaning out straight against the west wind on the shore. Colorful painted boats haunt the clouds, and the egrets on the middle of the river sometimes stop and fly. This beautiful scenery is hard to draw with the most beautiful pictures.

Looking back on the past, luxurious and dissolute lives competed with each other endlessly, lamenting that "Han Qinhu outside the door, Zhang Lihua at the top of the building" was one after another. Looking at it from afar through the ages, the scenery you see is like this, so don't feel sorry for the gains and losses in history. All the changes in the Six Dynasties disappeared with the flowing water, only the cold smoke and withered weeds in the suburbs were still green. Until now, business women still don't know the sadness and hatred of national subjugation, and they always sing the legacy of "The Back Court" aloud.