Gan Ding Longhai East, buried his third sister in Yangshan of Shangyuan, and offered wine to Wen Yue:

Oh! You were born in Zhejiang and buried in Sri Lanka 700 miles away from my hometown. Although I was dreaming at that time, I'd rather know that it was for the bones.

With a chaste mind, you leave when you meet someone, causing loneliness and danger. Although life exists, it is real; But there is nothing wrong with being tired of you here. Give lectures to young teachers, and you sit side by side with him, listening to the benevolence and righteousness of the ancients; Once you grow up, bow and dance. Oh! It may not be difficult for you to understand poetry and this book.

I catch crickets, you rush out; Cold insects are stiff, which is close to its points. I'm going to bury you today, but I was surprised to see what happened that day. When I was nine years old, I rested in my study. I comb my hair in a double bun and wear a single bun. I read the chapter "Yi Yi". When Mr. Shi entered the room, he heard the voices of two boys and called "Zeze" with a smile. This July is also a day to look forward to sunshine.

I remember it clearly when I was in Jiuyuan. Give a weak crown to Guangdong, alas. After more than three years, I went back to China wearing Gong Jin, and you came out from the East Wing to help the case. The family watched and smiled, but they couldn't remember where the conversation started. They probably said that Chang 'an was admitted, and the letter would be sent sooner or later. All this is trivial, although it is a relic of the past, but I will never forget it until I die.

Make up for the past, miss the sad shadow, take will die. Regret not remembering the situation at that time; However, if you are no longer on the earth, you can go back to your childhood without witnesses.

Your benevolence and righteousness are definitely superior to Gao. You can support me in class. At home, you can manage it. Tasting women is the most ignorant and elegant. Your sister-in-law is not gentle, but she is slightly lacking in this respect. So, since you came back, although I feel sorry for you, I am really happy. If you are four years old, or the old people in the world die first, you can be left behind; Doesn't mean you go first!

When you were sick the year before last, you were spying all night. One less point makes you happy, and one more point makes you worry. Although it is a small difference, it is still awkward and not entertaining; Before going to bed, you had a great time talking about the official history of unofficial history. Oh! Sometimes, I get sick again. Where can I call you? Your illness is harmless, and it is far from Yangzhou; You are still worried about my heart and stop people from reporting it; When he was very tired, grandma asked, "I hope my brother will come back?"

Qiang Ying said, "Promise." I gave you a dream the day before, knowing that it was ominous, flying across the river, and if you get home before time, you will die with time; Four branches are still warm, and one eye is still unfinished, and Gai still endures death. Oh, it hurts! If I knew you, would I travel far? Even if you travel, you still have a lot to know, to smell and plan together.

It's gone now! I'll never see you again except my death. I don't know when I will die, so I can see you. However, knowing after death is an ignorant person, seeing it as invisible, and it is difficult to know after death. However, there is no end to this regret, and it depends on people! And already!

Your poem, I have Fu Zi; Your daughter, I am married; I have made a biography of your life; But you haven't found your ears yet. I was buried in Hangzhou, where the river is wide and deep. So, I asked my mother to order me to be better than you, so I offered a sacrifice. Next to it, your daughter Ayin is buried; The next two tombs: one is Zhu, grandpa's waiter, and the other is Dow, brother's waiter. Yangshan is vast, with Yuan Qi in the south and Qixia in the west. The wind and rain are hazy, and the soul is accompanied, not lonely.

Pity my people, since I read your poem of crying nephew in Wuyin, I have no man. Two female fangs, born after your death, are just around the chin and ears. Although I dare not say old, my teeth are bald and I know it; How many days will it take to know? Yipin is far away in Henan, and there are no children, and nine families have no successors. If you die, I will bury you. If I die, who will bury you? If you have a soul, you can sue me?

Oh! You can't think before you die, and you can't know behind you; Cry that you don't smell your words and drink your food. Paper dust, north wind crazy, my brother is back, and I will look back at you. Alas! Alas!

Second, translation:

In the winter of Qianlong and Dinghai, the third sister Su Wen was buried in Yangshan, Shangyuan County. She wrote an article to pay homage and said, Alas! You were born in Hangzhou, Zhejiang, but you are buried here, 700 miles away from our hometown. Even if it was a strange dream at that time, can you dream that this is your burial place? Because you have the idea of keeping chastity, you don't associate with people, which leads to loneliness in marriage.

Although fate is playing tricks on you, it is actually God's arrangement. However, I can't say that it's not my fault that I brought you to this point. I learned Confucian classics from my teacher since I was a child, and you sat side by side with me and listened to the benevolence and righteousness of the ancients.

Once you grow up, do it yourself. Alas! If you don't understand Confucian classics, you may not be so chaste. I catch crickets, you move your arms to help; In winter, the bug died, so (you and me) go to its hole together.

Today, I buried you, and the past clearly emerged in front of me. When I was nine years old, I was resting in my study, and you were combing two small ones? Wearing a chiffon gown in a bun, I came in to comment on the poems in The Book of Songs. Just as the teacher pushed the door and came in, he heard the ringing sound of two boys reading. He smiled unconsciously and praised them again and again.

This happened on July 15. You are in the cemetery, you should remember clearly. I went to Guangxi when I was about twenty years old, and you cried with your clothes on. Three years later, I went home after winning the Jinshi, and you came out of the east wing with your desk in your arms. The family looked and smiled, but couldn't remember where to start. I probably said that it was only a matter of time before I heard from home after I was admitted to the Jinshi in Chang 'an. Generally speaking, although these trifles are in the past tense, I can't forget them as long as I'm not dead.

The past fills my mind, and I can't cry when I think of it. They are as clear as images, but when you get close to them, they disappear. It's a pity that I didn't record the naive modality in my childhood in detail.

But you are no longer alive, so no one can confirm the situation with me even if the years are reversed and childhood can come back. Since you broke up with Gao's family, the old mother has been served by you, and the pen and ink at home have been handled by you.

I once said that among women, I know the Confucian classics and allusions the least. Your sister-in-law is not disobedient, but she is slightly lacking in this respect. So after you went back to your mother's house, although I felt sorry for you, I was really happy for myself. I am four years older than you, and the older people in the world die first, so I can entrust the things behind me to you, but I didn't expect you to die before me!

The year before last, I was ill, and you kept asking questions all night. You are happy when it is light, and you are sad when it is important. Later, although the illness was slightly relieved, I still couldn't get out of bed, and nothing could relieve my anxiety. When we get to bed, we can talk about the exciting and shocking things in the novel romance, so let's have fun for a while. Hey! If I get sick again from now on, teach me where to call you! You're sick. I'm sure that if the doctor says "it doesn't matter", he will go to Yangzhou to offer his condolences.

You are afraid that I will be sad and won't let others inform me. When she was critically ill, her mother asked if she wanted her brother to come back. (You) strongly support the promise to say "think". On the first day, I dreamed that you came to say goodbye. Knowing that it was unlucky, I quickly crossed the river by boat. Sure enough, I came home at dusk, and you died at dawn.

Your limbs are still warm and your eyes are not idle, so you are still waiting for me with death-like pain. Oh, how sad! If I knew I would say goodbye to you forever, then I wouldn't be far away from traveling. Even if I go out, I still have a lot to tell you and discuss with you. It's over now! There will be no meeting day except my death. I know when I will die and when I will see you. Besides, there is no spirit after death, but you can't see it and finally you can't figure it out.

Then I was filled with infinite regret. God, everyone, I regret it to the end! I have printed your poems; Your daughter, I have arranged for her to get married for you; I wrote a biography of your life story; Only your grave. I haven't arranged it yet. The cemetery of our ancestors is in Hangzhou. To go to Hangzhou, you have to go through the Yangtze River and the Canal. It depends, so we put you here according to mom's wishes to commemorate you. Bury your daughter Ayin beside her.

There are two graves under it, one is my father's concubine Zhu and the other is my concubine's. Yangshan has a vast terrain. Looking south, it is a plain and depression, and looking west, it is Qixia Mountain. It's windy and rainy, or early in the morning and all night. The soul living outside should not be lonely. Alas, since I read your poem about crying nephew in Wuyin, there are no boys until now, only two babbling girls, who were born after your death and only one year old.

Although I dare not say that I am old, my teeth are active and my head is bald, I know in my heart that who knows how many days I can live! Yipin is an official in Henan and has no children. Nine families have no heirs. I'll bury you after you die. Who will bury me after I die? If you are energetic, can you tell me? Alas!

You can't imagine what happened when you were alive, nor can you know what happened after death. I can't hear your answer when I cry, and I can't see you eating when I die. The paper line is gone, and the north wind is wide and fierce. Brother, I have gone home, and I still look back at you from time to time. Sadness! Sadness!

Appreciate:

Yuan Mei wrote the whole article in a spirit, without carving. The author is handy and clear when recalling the trivial things he spent with his sister in childhood; When mourning the sudden death of a loved one, the words are full of tears and tears, which are sincere and touching.

His narrative is full of sadness and his writing is full of true feelings. At the same time, some scenery descriptions are interspersed, which makes regret, sadness, regret and helplessness organically mixed together and has a strong artistic appeal.

Yuan Mei is an advocate of "the theory of soul" and advocates that writing should have "true feelings". His writing style is unique, and he is good at describing scenery and characters.

Eulogy usually has a fixed format, and the content and form are easy to formulate, so it is not widely read by future generations. And Yuan Mei's "Salute to Sisters" is informal, sincere, vivid and touching, and is told by later generations.