"Ode to Hou Chibi" It's the tenth month of the year, and I will return to Lingao after walking from the Xuetang.

The two guests followed me across the yellow mud slope.

When the frost and dew fell, all the leaves fell off the trees, and the figures were on the ground, looking up at the bright moon, looking at it with joy, and singing songs in response to each other.

He sighed and said: "There are guests but no wine, wine but no food, the moon is white and the wind is clear, what a good night it is!" The guest said: "Today at dusk, I lift the net to catch fish, with a big mouth and thin scales, like a perch in the Songjiang River. Gu An

Did you get the wine?" He returned and sought out the wives.

The woman said, "I have a bucket of wine, which I have hid for a long time, just in case my son needs it from time to time." So she took the wine and the fish and swam under the Red Cliff again.

The river flows with sound, and the bank is broken for thousands of feet; the mountains are high and the moon is small, and the water falls and rocks come out.

The sun and the moon were as old as before, but the mountains and rivers are no longer recognisable.

I took my clothes and climbed up, walking on the rocky rocks, covered with velvet, perched on tigers and leopards, climbed on horned dragons, climbed on the dangerous nests of falcons, and looked down at Feng Yi's secluded palace.

Gai Ergu can't follow him.

Suddenly there was a long roar, the grass and trees shook, the mountains hummed and the valley responded, the wind blew and the water surged.

I am also quiet and sad, solemn and frightened, so awe-inspiring that I can't stay.

Instead, he boarded the boat, let it go into the middle of the current, and waited until it stopped.

It was almost midnight, and everything was lonely.

There is a solitary crane coming across the river from the east.

The wings are like wheels, and the silk clothes are black and white. They scream loudly and sweep towards the boat heading west.

After a while, the guest left, and I fell asleep.

In the dream, a Taoist priest, with his feathers fluttering, passed by Lingao. He bowed to me and said, "Are you having fun at Red Cliff?" I asked him his name, but he bowed his head and didn't answer.

"Woohoo! Hehe! I know it. Those who flew past me at night in the past are not my sons, right?" The Taoist priest laughed, and I was also shocked.

Open an account and look at it, but you can't see it.

Translation: On October 15th of this year, I set out from Xuetang and prepared to return to Lingaoting.

Two guests followed me and walked through Huangni Ban.

By this time the frost and dew had fallen, and all the leaves had fallen off.

Our figures were reflected on the ground, and we looked up to see the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Looking around, I felt very happy, so I recited poems while walking and responded to each other.

After a while, I sighed and said: "There are guests but no wine, and there is wine but no food. The moon is bright and the breeze is blowing. How can we spend such a beautiful night?" One guest said: "Tonight,

I cast a net and caught a fish with a big mouth and thin scales, which was shaped like a bass from the Wusong River. But where can I get the wine?" I went home and discussed it with my wife, who said, "I have a bucket of wine that I have kept for a long time.

, in order to meet your sudden needs." In this way, we took the wine and fish and visited the bottom of Red Cliff again.

The flowing water of the Yangtze River makes a sound, and the steep river banks stand tall and straight; the mountains are very high, the moon looks smaller, the water level drops, and the rocks are exposed.

It was only a few days ago, but the scenery of the river and mountains I saw on my last trip was no longer recognizable! I lifted up my clothes and went ashore, stepping on the steep rocks and pushing aside the tangled weeds; I squatted on the strange rocks shaped like tigers and leopards, and looked at the scenery again.

From time to time, I would pull on branches shaped like horned dragons, climb up the cliff where raptors nest, and look down at the deep palace of the water god Feng Yi.

Neither guest could follow me to this extreme height.

I roared loudly, the grass and trees were shaken, the mountains roared with me, the deep valleys echoed, the wind blew, and the waves surged.

I also felt sad and sad, and I felt scared and held my breath silently. I felt that this place was scary and I couldn't stay for a long time.

Get back on the boat, row the boat to the center of the river, let it drift wherever it goes, and anchor there.

It was almost midnight, and when I looked around, I felt very deserted and lonely.

There happened to be a crane flying across the river from the east. Its wings were as big as a wheel, the black feathers on its tail were like a black skirt, and the white feathers on its body were like white clothes. It screamed in a long and loud voice, and passed by our boat.

Fly west.

After a while, the guests left and I went home to sleep.

I dreamed that a Taoist priest, wearing clothes woven from feathers, walked briskly, passed under the Lingao Pavilion, bowed to me and said, "Did you enjoy your visit to Red Cliff?" I asked his name, but he lowered his head and did not answer.

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"Oh! Oops! I know your details. Last night, the person who passed by me while flying and calling was you, wasn't you?" The Taoist priest turned around and laughed, and I suddenly woke up.

When I opened the door, I couldn't see where he was.

Notes: 1. Bu Zi Xuetang: start from the Xuetang on foot.

Xuetang, the new residence built by Su Shi in Huangzhou, is not far from his residence in Lingao, east of Huanggang.

The hall was built during heavy snowfall, with snow scenes painted on the four walls, hence the name "Snow Hall".

2. Lingao (gāo): the name of the pavilion, located on the bank of the Yangtze River south of Huanggang.

Su Shi lived in Dinghuiyuan when he first arrived in Huangzhou, and soon moved to Lingao Pavilion.

3. Huangni Ban (bǎn): The hillside near the east slope of Huanggang is called "Huangni Ban".

Slope, slope, hillside.

In order to adjust the syllables, classical Chinese texts sometimes add the word "Zhi" to a noun, such as Ouyang Xiu's "Zijintang Ji": "It is the temple of Zhoujin in the back garden." 4. Konoha: leaves.

Mu is originally the general name of woody plants, and the word "wood" in "trees" and "shrubs" all use this meaning.

Later, "wood" was often used to refer to "timber", and "tree", whose original meaning is "to establish", was used as the general name of woody plants.

5. Walking and singing in reply: reciting poems while walking and singing in harmony with each other; walking and singing in reply to each other.

6. Just: After a while.