1, "into the wine"
Author: Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?
Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room? Although it is silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night.
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .
Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for money, although it is scattered, it will gather together again.
Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will drink and keep drinking.
Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me.
What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up.
The sober and sages of the past have been forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.
At a banquet in Yuanmingyuan, Prince Chen spent 10,000 coppers on a barrel of wine, and everyone laughed and made a quip.
Master, why do you say your money is missing? Go buy wine, and we'll drink together! .
Wu Hua Ma, Qian Jin Qiu, give them to the boy in exchange for wine and share eternal sadness with you.
Translation:
You can see the Yellow River water falling from the sky, and the waves rolled straight into the East China Sea, never to return.
You can see white hair in the mirror of Gaotang, blue hair in the morning and snow at night.
When you are proud of your life, you should enjoy it to the fullest, and don't let the golden cup empty to the bright moon.
God made me useful. Even if I run out of my gold, I will get it again.
Let's enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, and don't drink too many of his 300 cups at a time.
Master Cen and Dan Qiusheng, drink quickly and don't stop.
I want to sing a song for all my friends here. Please listen carefully.
It is not uncommon for Chinese music food to be so rich. I'd rather get drunk than stay awake forever.
Since ancient times, saints and benevolent people have been silent, and only those who are good at drinking can leave a good reputation.
At that time, Wang Chen and Cao Zhi enjoyed a banquet, and a barrel of fine wine was worth ten thousand yuan, so they drank as much as they could.
Master, why do you say there is not much money? Bring me some wine to drink with my friends.
Whatever it is, it's expensive, such as five-streaked horse or fox-skin grass. Tell the waiter to switch to wine and drink with you to melt this eternal sadness.
2. "The hut was broken by the autumn wind"
Author: Du Fu in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Mao flew over the river and sprinkled on the outskirts of the river. The tallest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me, and I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were suffocating. When I came back, I sighed on my cane.
After a while, the wind will change the color of clouds and ink, and autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule is lying on the ground and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and my feet get numb when it rains. Since there is chaos and lack of sleep, how can you get wet all night!
There are thousands of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protects the poor in the world from all smiles and storms. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, I will freeze to death alone!
Translation:
In August, it is already late autumn, and the cold wind is howling. The wind blew away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew across Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch floats and sinks into ponds and depressions.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me for being old and weak, so they had the heart to be "thieves" to grab things face to face and run into the bamboo forest with thatch in their arms. My lips are dry and I can't stop drinking. When I came back, I sighed alone on crutches.
After a while, the wind stopped and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. In late autumn, the sky becomes dark and foggy. This cloth has been covered for many years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child sleeps badly and the quilt is torn.
When it rains, the roof leaks and there is no dry place at home. The rain on the roof keeps leaking down like hemp thread. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I haven't slept much, and the night is long, and the house leaks every night. How can I stay until dawn?
How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses, generally shelter the poor scholars in the world and make them smile, and the houses are unmoved in the wind and rain and as stable as mountains?
Alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? At that time, even if my cabin is blown by the autumn wind, I will willingly freeze to death myself!
3. Sleepwalking in Tianmu.
Author: Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, where the water and fog are hidden in inaccessible places.
But the more people talk about the mother mountain, the lighter the clouds are, the more visible it is.
On the straight line to heaven, its peak enters heaven, located at the top of the five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow on China.
The terrace of Paradise stretches for 100 mile, and starts to extend to the southeast here.
My heart and my dream are on Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu and Mingyue overnight.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie Caotang is still there, and the monkeys sound green.
I climbed the blue ladder in the spiked shoes that Xie first used.
Sunny ocean, sacred space cock.
Thousands of turns, flowers seduce me, stones comfort me. The day suddenly ended.
Bears and dragons raged on mountains and rivers, disturbing forests and making mountains tremble.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the hills are crumbling.
A stone gate in a cave, a vent in a sinkhole.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came down one by one.
The tiger is their pipa player, and the phoenix is a dancer. Like Ma Tian, there are rows of fairy figures.
I moved, my soul flew, suddenly started up and grew up.
My pillow and mat are the clouds in which I once lost myself.
The happiness of human beings is always like this, and Qian Shan will always flow eastward.
So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long I'll be away.
But when I need you, let me raise a white deer on my green slope and ride to you, Dashan.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and high office? They never want people to see a sincere face!
Translation:
When overseas tourists talk about Yingzhou, it is difficult to find a wave of smoke.
Vietnamese people talk about Tianmu Mountain, and some people can see it in the fog.
Tianmu Mountain seems to be connected with the sky, blocking the sky. The mountain is higher than the Five Mountains, covering Chicheng Mountain.
Although Tiantai Mountain is 48,000 feet high, it seems to lean to the southeast and bow down.
I sleepwalked to wuyue as the Vietnamese said, and one night I flew over Jinghu Lake under the bright moon.
The moonlight on Jinghu Lake shines on my shadow, always accompanying me to Tongxi.
The place where Xie Lingyun lived is still there today. The lake is clear and blue, and apes sing.
I wore Xie Gong's special wooden shoes on my feet and climbed the mountain road into the sky.
Halfway up the hill, I saw the sun rising from the sea, and there was the cry of pheasants in the air.
Numerous rocks overlap, the road twists and turns, and the direction is uncertain. I am obsessed with flowers, and I don't think it's getting late by leaning against stones.
Bears are growling, dragons are ringing, springs in rocks are vibrating, making forests tremble and mountain peaks tremble.
Dark clouds are gathering, as if it is going to rain, and the water waves are undulating, resulting in smoke.
Lightning and thunder, the mountain seems to have collapsed.
The stone gate of Xianfu opened from the middle and gave a loud cry.
The blue sky in the cave is endless, with no end in sight. The sun and the moon shine on the palace made of gold and silver.
Make clothes with rainbows, ride the wind like horses, and immortals in the clouds descend to earth one after another.
Tigers play the piano, Luan birds drive, and immortals flock.
Suddenly, my soul was disturbed, I suddenly woke up, and I couldn't help sighing.
When I woke up, there was only a pillow mat beside me, and the smoke and clouds I just saw in my dream disappeared.
The joy of the world is also like a fantasy in a dream. Since ancient times, everything has gone forever like water flowing eastward.
Say goodbye to friends and go to Donglu. What time are you coming back?
At present, grazing white deer between green cliffs, when you want to travel far away, ride it to visit famous mountains.
How can I serve the dignitaries in a servile manner, so that I can't have a comfortable smile!
4. A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Author: Cen Can in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The north wind swept across the earth and blew up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, a night wind blew and the pear trees seemed to be in full bloom.
Snowflakes fall into the curtains and wet them. Fur doesn't wear well, and the gold cup is too thin.
The general used cold hands as hand guards, and the steel wrapped in iron was too cold to wear.
The desert freezes over 1000 feet, there is a crack, and the sky is full of haze.
In the manager's description, wine is a farewell party, while the ensemble of huqin pipa and flute adds entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag on.
"Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital, you are gone, and Tianshan Road is covered with snow." .
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Translation:
The north wind swept across the earth, breaking the white grassland, and it snowed heavily in mid-autumn and August.
The spring breeze seems to blow up overnight, and the trees are in full bloom like pear blossoms.
Snow drifted into the curtain cage, wetting the tent, and even wearing fox fur was not warm.
The general's horn bow is too cold to open, and Du Hu's armor is too cold to put on.
The boundless desert formed a hundred feet of ice, and sad clouds condensed in the sky.
Wine was placed in the tent to bid farewell to people returning to Beijing, and pipa, Qiangdi and Huqin were added to entertain.
At dusk, there was heavy snow outside Yuanmen, and the frozen red flag was unfurled.
Take you back to Beijing outside the east gate of Luntai. When you leave, the mountains are covered with white snow.
I can't see you on the winding mountain road, leaving horseshoe footprints in the snow.
5. "Cooper"
Author: Du Fu in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
There is an ancient cypress next to the Great Prime Minister's Temple. Its trunk is green bronze and its roots are stones.
It's raining with frost, and its tip is two thousand feet high in the sky.
From the era of a great ruler and great politician, their trees are now loved and respected by the people.
Clouds come from Wuya far away, and the cold moon reflects the snow peak.
Yesterday I found in the east of Siting that ancient rulers and wise politicians were worshipping in a temple.
Although the windows and doors are brightly colored, the branches of the trees are strange, which makes the whole scenery old.
Deep roots are rooted in the ground, so strong that its lonely and tall branches can withstand the weight of the wind.
Its only protection of natural strength, integrity makes good luck.
When beams are needed to repair a great house, even though cows shake ten thousand heads, they can't move a mountain.
Although trees don't write memorials, people understand that if you don't stop cutting, who can send you?
Its bitter heart may now be occupied by black-and-white ants, but its scented leaves used to be the nests of phoenixes and pheasants.
Wise and hopeful people should not complain: the bigger the wood, the harder it is to use.
Translation:
There is an ancient cypress tree in front of Kongming Temple. Its branches are like bronze, and its roots are as strong as rocks.
The bark is white and smooth, the trunk has forty circles, and the blue-black sky stands at 2000 feet.
Liu Bei, Kong Ming and Jun Chen met with the past, and these trees are still cherished by people.
The cypress towering clouds floated to Wuxia, and the cold air in the cold light and the moon rushed straight to Minshan.
I used to think that the path surrounded the east of my thatched cottage, and Mr. Temple and Wuhou Temple were in the same temple.
The suburb of Cui Wei, a branch of cypress, was overgrown with weeds at first, and the temple was deep, painted with continuous doors and windows.
Although Cooper is independent and towering, he is entrenched in the land, but his position is high and aloof, he must attract more strong winds.
Its support is naturally the power of the gods, and its integrity is due to the work of the creator.
If the building collapses, it needs the support of Liang Dong, and Cooper has been as heavy as Qiushan for thousands of years.
It shocked the world because it didn't show patterns and colors. If it won't cut it down, who can pick it up?
Although painstaking, it is inevitably eroded by ants. The fragrance of leaves once attracted couples.
People with lofty ideals and friends in the world please don't complain. Since ancient times, people who are overqualified have always been seldom reused.
Is life convenient?