Original text:

The wind and smoke are clean, and the Tianshan Mountains are colorful. Floating from the stream, anything. From Fuyang to Tonglu, Baili, Strange Mountains and Different Waters, chinese odyssey.

The water is blue, and thousands of feet bottoms out. You can swim with the fine stones and look directly at them. If fierce wave rushes, how fast the arrow will go.

Sandwiched between mountains, cold trees grow and compete with each other. Strive for higher heights, Qianfeng. Spring rock, crisp; Good birds sing, they rhyme. Cicadas are endless, and apes are endless. People flying in the sky, watching the peaks rest; Those who manage world affairs are eager to forget. The horizontal branches are covered, and the day is still faint; The thin strips set each other off, and sometimes the sun shines.

Translation:

The smoke clears, and the sky and the distant mountains are the same color. (by boat) go with the flow and go east or west at will. From Fuyang county to Tonglu county, it is about 100 Li, which is unparalleled in the world.

The river is blue and white, and the water can be seen thousands of feet deep. Swimming fish and tiny stones can see the end without obstacles. The swift current is faster than an arrow, and the fierce waves are like galloping horses.

The mountains on both sides of the strait are covered with dense green trees, which makes people feel chilly. With the (high) terrain, the mountains are all vying for upward, as if they are all vying to extend to high places and far away. (They) are fighting for heights, soaring into the sky and forming countless peaks. The spring water rushes to the stone and makes a cold sound; Beautiful birds sing in harmony with each other, singing in harmony. Cicada barked for a long time, while ape barked for a long time. Those who struggle for fame and fortune will calm their enthusiasm for fame and fortune when they see these majestic peaks; The person in charge of government affairs, seeing (these beautiful) valleys, lingers. Oblique branches cover it, even during the day, it is as dark as dusk, and sparse branches cover each other, sometimes the sun can be seen.

22' Biography of Mr. May 6th' Tao Yuanming

Original text:

I don't know who Mr. Wang is or what his last name is. There are five willows near the house because they think they are numbered. Quiet, quiet, don't be greedy. Good reading, not asking for a solution; Whenever I know something, I will happily forget to eat. Sexual alcoholism, poor family is always not available. I know when I am old, but I still buy wine. If you drink, you will get drunk. Since I retired drunk, I have not hesitated to stay. The ring is bare and can't cover the windy days; Short brown knot, ladybug empty. I often amuse myself by writing articles, which shows my ambition. Regardless of gains and losses, die because of it.

Zan: Qian Lou said, "Don't care about poverty, don't care about wealth." Is his words true? Write poems to reward his ambition. What about people who don't care about their families? GM Shi Tian's people?

Translation:

Mr. Wu Liu doesn't know where he comes from, nor his name and inscription. There are five willows next to the house. Consider them your own numbers. He is quiet, seldom talks, and does not envy wealth. I like reading, but I just want to understand the main points. I don't delve into the explanation word for word. Every time I read a book, I am so happy that I forget to eat. He is a natural alcoholic, and his family is too poor to drink often. Relatives and old friends know about him and sometimes give him wine to drink. When he went to drink, he drank to his heart's content. I hope he is drunk. Go home drunk, but can't bear to leave. The humble room is empty and can't cover the wind and sunshine. The coarse jacket is patched, and the rice basket and ladle are often empty, so he is very calm. Always write articles to entertain yourself and show a little interest. He forgot the gains and losses in his heart and lived his own life like this.

Comments: Qian Lou's wife once said: "Not worried about poverty, not keen on getting rich and being an official." This is probably Mr. Wu Liu, right? Write poetry while drinking, and regard interest as happiness. No Wyeth. Is he a civilian? Or GM Shi Tian?

23 "Ma Shuo" Han Yu

Original text:

Where there is Bole, there is a swift horse. A thousand miles away, there are not many boles. Therefore, although there is a famous horse, it is only humiliated by a slave, and it is not called a thousand miles to die in a trough.

A horse can travel thousands of miles, and a stone can eat it all. People who eat horses don't know that they can travel thousands of miles and still eat. This is a horse. Although it has the ability to travel thousands of miles, it looks beautiful only because of lack of food and physical strength, and it is impossible to wait with an ordinary horse. Why not ask it to travel thousands of miles?

If you don't follow the way, you can't make the best use of it, but if you sing it, you can't understand its meaning. If it is implemented, we must face it and say, "There are no horses in the world!" Oh! Is it really innocent? I really don't understand horses!

Translation:

There is Bole (the first) in the world, followed by Maxima. There are often swift horses, but Bole is not often. Therefore, even if there is a precious horse, it is only humiliated by the servant and died in the trough (just like ordinary horses). There is no need to call it "Maxima".

A swift horse sometimes eats a stone of grain at a time, and the person who feeds the horse doesn't know that it can walk thousands of miles a day to feed it. Even if such a horse has the ability to travel thousands of miles a day, its food intake and physical strength are insufficient, and its talents and advantages cannot be displayed outside. If it wants to be like an ordinary horse, it can't be done. How can you ask for a thousand miles a day?

Whip it in the wrong way, feed it as hard as you can, listen to its screams but don't know what it means, and say to it with a whip: "There is no swift horse in the world!" " "alas! Is there really no maxima? They really don't know maxima!

24 "Send a Preface to Dongyang Ma Sheng" Song Lian.

Original text:

I liked studying when I was young. Because my family is poor, I can't get books to read. I often borrow money from the library, copy it myself, and send it back on the appointed day. When the weather is cold, the water in the salt pond freezes into ice and I can't stretch my fingers. I still don't relax reading. After copying, please go back to China, and dare not exceed the agreed time limit slightly. So most people will lend me books so that I can read all kinds of books. Since it is crowned, it is beneficial to admire saints. He has also suffered from celebrities and tourists without owners. He has tasted hundreds of miles away and asked the pioneers in his hometown for advice. Senior honorary person, Yemeni students crowded his room, and his words and attitude were never slightly euphemistic. Around Lishi, he assisted the suspect and leaned over to ask questions; Or the more respectful and polite you are when you meet, you dare not say a word; Please ask again as soon as it is happy. So I was stupid and finally learned a lot.

When he was a teacher, he dragged himself into the deep mountains and valleys. In winter, the wind is fierce, the snow is several feet deep, and the skin is chapped. After entering the room, my limbs were stiff and I couldn't move. The servant gave me hot water and covered me with a quilt. It took a long time to warm up. Stay in a hotel and eat two meals a day, without fresh fat and delicious enjoyment. All the students are all embroidered, wearing hats decorated with treasures, white jade rings on their waists, swords on their left and smelly faces on their right. In the meantime, I have no desire for beauty. I don't know if my mouth and body are not as good as people. My efforts and efforts are probably like this.

Translation:

I especially liked reading when I was a child. The family is poor and can't get books to read. I often borrow it from book collectors, copy it with my own pen, and calculate the date and return it. It was very cold, and the water in the inkstone pool became hard ice, so I couldn't bend and straighten my fingers, and I didn't relax to copy books. Run to return the book after copying, and dare not exceed the agreed time limit slightly. Because most people lend me books, I can read a lot. As an adult, I admire the theory of sages more, but I am worried that there are no knowledgeable teachers and celebrities to make friends with. Once I ran a hundred miles away and asked the local moral and learned predecessors with scriptures. The elder has a high moral reputation, and his disciples crowded his room. (He) never said his words gently, but faced them gently. I stood beside him. Ask questions, ask truth, bend down and ask with your ears sideways. Sometimes when he scolds me, my face becomes more obedient and my behavior becomes more considerate, and I dare not say a word to answer; He will ask again when he is happy. So although all thumbs, but finally got a lot of lessons.

When I followed my teacher (when I was studying), I walked in the old valley in the deep mountains with my book box on my back and my shoes dragging. In the middle of winter, the wind is biting and the snow is several feet deep, but my feet are cracked unconsciously because of the cold and dryness. When I arrived at the school house, my limbs were frozen and I couldn't move. The waiter brought hot water to wash (me) and covered the quilt. It took a long time to warm up. When staying in a hotel, the host provides (me) two meals a day, and there is no fresh and fat food to enjoy. The students who live together are all dressed in gorgeous clothes, hats decorated with red hats and jewels, white jade rings on their waists, knives in their left hands and sachets in their right hands. They look like immortals. I live among them in rags, without jealousy. Because there are enough happy things in my heart, I don't feel that food and clothing are not as good as people. This is my diligence and hardship.

26 "Xiao's Pond" Liu Zongyuan

Original text:

120 steps west of the mountain, across the bamboo forest, smelling the sound of water, like singing, I am happy. Cut bamboo and walk along the road, and see the small pool below, the water is particularly clear. The whole stone is the bottom, close to the shore, and the bottom of the stone comes out, which is the island and the rock. Green trees and vines, covered and twisted, staggered and brushed.

There are hundreds of fish in the pond. They are all swimming in the air. The sun is clear and the shadow is on the stone. Don't move, you are far away, and you seem to have a good time with the tourists.

Looking from the southwest of the pool, you can see that it is zigzag. Their shore potentials are different from each other and their sources are unknown.

Sitting by the pool, surrounded by bamboo forests, lonely and empty, sad and cold, quiet and quiet. It is too clear to live for a long time, but remember.

Travelers: Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, Yu Dizong Xuan. The second son Cui Shi said, "Forgive yourself and serve me." .

Translation:

Walking west from the mountain 120 steps, through the bamboo forest, I was glad to hear the sound of water, like the sound of people wearing rings colliding. Cut down the bamboo and cut a path. Looking down, I saw a small pool, and the water was particularly cold. The pool is based on a whole stone, close to the shore, and some parts of the bottom of the stone flip out of the water, becoming highlands, islands, uneven rocks and rocks (and other different shapes) in the water. Lush trees, green vines, covered with twisted, swaying, uneven, fluttering in the wind.

There are about a hundred fish in the pond. They seem to swim in the air without any support. The sun shines on the bottom of the water, and the fish's shadow is reflected on the rocks under the water. Just don't move, suddenly swam away. Come and go light and agile, as if entertaining with tourists.

Looking to the southwest of the pool, I saw the stream winding like the Big Dipper and winding like a snake. The river bank is as uneven as a dog's tooth, and its source is unknown.

Sitting by the pool, surrounded by bamboo forests, is quiet and deserted, making people feel desolate, cold and deep, filled with sadness. Because the place was too desolate to stay long, I wrote down the scene and left.

The people traveling with me are Wu Wuling and Gong Gu, and my younger brother Zong Xuan. With them, there are two young people named Cui, one is to forgive myself, and the other is Feng Yi.

27 "Yueyang Tower" Fan Zhongyan

Original text:

In the spring of the fourth year, Li Qing stayed in Baling County. The next year, the government was harmonious and everything was ruined. It is to rebuild Yueyang Tower, add its old system, and engrave Tang Xian's poems on it, which belongs to the composition to remember.

Guanfu Baling wins in Dongting Lake. Take a distant mountain, swallow the Yangtze River, and make a vast soup, boundless; It's sunny in the morning and cloudy at night. This is the grand view of Yueyang Tower, which was prepared by predecessors. But the northern martial arts, the Antarctic Xiaoxiang and the poets who moved abroad will all be here, and they will look at things very well.

If it rains heavily, the moon will not open, the evil wind will howl, and the turbid waves will be empty; The sun, moon and stars are hidden, and the mountains are hidden; Business travel is bad and ruined; Twilight is boundless, tigers roar and apes crow. When you go to the temple building, you are homesick, sad, sad and sad.

If it is spring, it is calm and the sky is high and the clouds are light; Sha Ou Ji Xiang, swimming in the brocade scale; The coast is blue and green. Or the long smoke is exhausted, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, the light is shining, the static shadow is sinking, and the fishing songs are answered. How happy I am! When you arrive at Dunsi Building, you will feel relaxed and happy, forget the humiliation, and leave the wine in the wind, which will make you feel happy.

Hey, honey! Is it to taste the heart of the ancient benevolent, or to do something different? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself; If you live high in a temple, you will worry about your people; If you stay away from the Jianghu, you will worry about your husband. It's worrying about going in and going out. But when will you be happy? It must be said that "worry about the world first, and then enjoy the world." Hey! Wes, who are we going home with?

September 15th, six years.

Translation:

In the spring of Li Qing's fourth year, Teng was demoted as the prefect of Yuezhou. In the second year, the government was smooth, the people were happy, and many things were done. So the Yueyang Tower was rebuilt, and the original scale was expanded, and the poems of celebrities and contemporary people in the Tang Dynasty were engraved on it. Entrust me to write an article about it.

I enjoyed the beautiful scenery of Dongting Lake in Yuezhou. Including distant mountains, swallowing the Yangtze River. The waves are mighty and boundless. Sooner or later (in one day), the weather is ever-changing. This is a magnificent sight of Yueyang Tower. The previous account is very detailed. Even so, most of the people and poets who were relegated from northern martial arts to southern Xiaoxiang met here, and the feelings caused by seeing the scenery will probably be different, right?

Like continuous rain, it doesn't clear up for months, the gloomy wind howls, and the turbid waves rush to the sky; The sun, the moon and the stars cover their brilliance, and the mountains cover their appearance; Businessmen and passengers failed, the mast fell and the oars broke; It was dark at night, the tiger roared and the ape cried sadly. When you climb this building, you will feel left the capital, miss your hometown, worry about bad words, fear of criticism, full of depression and neglect, and feel extremely sad and angry.

As for the warm spring breeze, bright sunshine, calm lake water, no stormy waves, the sky is connected with the lake, and the green is boundless; Sha Ou sometimes flies and sometimes stops, and beautiful fish sometimes floats and sometimes swims; Grass on the shore, orchids in Xiaozhou, lush. Sometimes the smoke disappears completely, the bright moon shines thousands of miles on the earth, the fluctuating light flashes golden, the quiet moon is like jade submerged in the water, and the fishing songs sing with each other. How can this happiness be endless! Climb Yueyang Tower, and you will feel cheerful. At the same time, I forgot the glory and humiliation, and I was very happy in front of the wind and drunk.

Alas! I have discussed the mood of ancient people with high morality, which may be different from the above two moods. Why? Don't be happy or sad because of foreign things (good or bad) and yourself (gain or loss). Being in a high temple (that is, being an official in the imperial court) worries about its people; I am in a remote Jianghu (that is, I am not an official in the imperial court) and I am worried about my husband. I am also worried about being an official like this, and I am also worried about resigning. So, when will you be happy? Then you must say, "worry about the world first, and then enjoy the world." . Alas! Without this person, who would I be with?

Written on September 5, 2006/kloc-0.

28' Drunken Pavilion' Ouyang Xiu

Original text:

The Chu River is surrounded by mountains. The mountains in the southwest, the forests and valleys in You Mei are beautiful. After six or seven miles on the mountain, I gradually heard the sound of water gurgling between the two peaks and became a spring. When the peak turns, there are pavilion wings on the spring, and the pavilion is also drunk. Who is the pavilion? Monks in the mountains are also wise and immortal. Who's the name? The satrap calls himself. The satrap and his guests come here to drink, and when they drink less and get drunk, they call themselves drunkards at the highest age. The meaning of drunkenness is not wine, but also between mountains and rivers. The joy of mountains and rivers, the place where the heart belongs, the place where the wine belongs.

If the husband is in the forest at sunrise, the clouds will return to the cave, and the changes will be bright, and sooner or later in the mountains. The wild fragrance is rich, the wood is beautiful and the shade is beautiful, the wind and frost are noble and clean, and the water is clear, and it is also in the mountains at four o'clock. Returning home in the morning and evening, the scenery at four o'clock is different and the joy is endless.

As for the loser who sings on the way, the walker rests in the tree, the former calls and the latter should help, and those who keep going back and forth swim. Fishing near the stream, deep fish fat in the stream, brewing spring wine, strong spring wine, wild mountain vegetables. However, if mixed with the past, it is a feast. The joy of a feast is not silk or bamboo. Among the shooters, the player wins, and everyone who sits up is happy. Those pale, white-haired and self-effacing people are too defensive and drunk.

Sunset in the mountains, people scattered, the satrap returned, and the guests followed. The Woods are overcast, singing and singing, tourists go and birds are happy. However, birds know the joy of mountains, but they don't know the joy of people; People know that swimming from Taishou is fun, but they don't know that Taishou is fun. Being drunk can be fun, and people who wake up and can tell stories in words are too defensive. Who is the satrap? Lu Xiu also.

Translation:

Chuzhou city is surrounded by mountains. The peaks, forests and valleys in the southwest are particularly beautiful, with lush trees and deep beauty. It is Langya Mountain. After walking six or seven miles along the mountain road, I gradually heard the gurgling sound of running water, and the spring water was brewing between the two peaks. The mountain turns around, the road turns around, and the corner of the pavilion tilts up, like a bird spreading its wings, perching on the spring water. This is the Zuiweng Pavilion. Who is the man who built this pavilion? Monks in the mountains and wise immortals. Who named it? The satrap was named after his nickname (drunkard). Taishou and his guests came here to drink, and after drinking a little, they got drunk, and they were the oldest, so they called themselves alcoholics. The taste of drunkards lies not in drinking, but in the mountains and rivers. Enjoy the joy of mountains and rivers, grasp it in your heart and pin it on drinking.

Just like when the sun comes out, the fog in the forest dissipates, the smoke clouds gather, and the valley appears black or bright, with different changes, that is, in the morning and evening in the mountains. Wild flowers are in full bloom and have a delicate fragrance. Good branches and leaves are luxuriant, forming a thick green shade. The wind is high and frosty, the water level is low, and the stones are exposed. This is the scenery of the four seasons in the mountains. Going up the mountain in the morning and returning at night, the scenery of the four seasons is different and the fun is endless.

As for the people who sing on the road with things on their backs, the people who walk rest under the trees, the people in front shout, and the people behind promise that pedestrians of all ages come and go without interruption. This is a trip of Chuzhou people. Fishing in the stream, deep stream, fish fat, wine brewed with spring water. The spring water is sweet and pure in color, and wild game and vegetables are in front of us. It's a satrap banquet. The fun of feasting is not music. The person who throws the pot hits, the person who plays chess wins, the wine glasses are mixed with the wine crumbs, or the guests stand or sit, making a loud noise. This is the joy of the guests. Old face, gray hair, drunk sitting in the crowd, (this) is too drunk.

Shortly after sunset, the figure dispersed, the satrap came back, and the guests followed. The trees are dense and misty, and birds are singing everywhere. After the tourists leave, the birds are very happy. However, birds only know the joy of mountains, not the joy of people. People only know the fun of following the satrap, but they don't know that the satrap regards the happiness of tourists as happiness. People who are drunk and can entertain themselves with everyone, and who can describe this pleasure in the article after waking up, are the satrap. Who is the satrap? It's Ouyang Xiu from Luling.

29 "Man Jing's Travels" Yuan Hongdao

Original text:

The weather in Beijing is very cold. After Hua's birthday, the winter is still very cold. Cold wind often blows, a piece of flying sand. I want to go out in a room as if I were at home. Every time the wind runs, it is the return of the pot.

On the 22nd, the weather was slightly warmer, so I went out to Dongzhimen to the well with some friends. Tall willows stand by the river bank, and the fertile land is wet, empty and open, as if to escape from the cage of swans. At this time, the ice skin began to melt, sparkling, scaly layers, and the bottom was crystal clear, like a newly opened mirror, cold light coming out of the box. On sunny days, the mountains are washed away by melting snow, as if they had just been wiped; Exquisite and beautiful, like a beautiful girl who washed her face and combed a neat bun. Wicker will stretch, but not yet. Soft buds are scattered in the wind, and wheat seedlings come out of the ground. They are short, like fur on an animal's neck, only about an inch. Although there are not many tourists, donkeys who drink spring tea, sing with wine glasses and wear donkeys can also be seen from time to time. Although the wind is still strong, walking is sweaty. All the birds sunbathing on the beach, the fish floating on the water, and all the animals smell of joy. I know there is no spring in the country, but people who live in the city don't know.

Husband can't swim, but between rocks and vegetation, and this officer also. And this place is very close to me, and I will travel from now on. How can I not describe it? Ming dynasty, February 27th, February.

Translation:

The climate in Beijing is very cold. After the Flower Festival, the chill still exists. The cold wind often blows, and when it blows, sand and stones fly. I am confined to one room, but I can't go out when I want to. Every time I walk briskly in the cold wind, I come back in less than a hundred steps.

On February 22nd, the weather was slightly warmer. I left Dongzhimen with some friends and went to Man Jing. Tall willows are separated on both sides of the embankment, and the fertile land is slightly wet. Looking around, the open scene seems to be a swan flying out of a cage. At this time, the thin ice began to melt, and the water waves began to glow, like fish scales, and the bottom of the river was clear and shiny, as if the cold light suddenly appeared in the mirror box when the mirror was just opened. The mountains were washed clean by melted snow, and the beautiful appearance was as bright and beautiful as a brush, just like a beautiful girl who had just combed her hair after washing her face. Whether the wicker can stretch or not, the tender willow tips are scattered in the wind, and the wheat seedlings are about an inch high. Although there are not many tourists, people often drink tea from spring water, sing with wine glasses and ride donkeys in colorful clothes. Although the wind is still strong, you are sweating when you walk. The birds basking in the sun on the beach and the fish swimming around on the water are all at ease, and there is a happy atmosphere among their feathers. I don't know whether there is spring outside the fields in the suburbs, but people living in the city don't know.