"Chibi Fu", "Later Chibi Fu" and "Nian Nujiao·Chibi Nostalgia", etc.

The huge blow of the Wutai Poetry Case became a turning point in Su Shi's life. The new parties were determined to put Su Shi to death, and rescue activities were carried out by both the government and the opposition.

Not only did many elders who had the same political views as Su Shi write letters one after another, but some knowledgeable people from the reform faction also advised Shenzong not to kill Su Shi.

With everyone's efforts, the poetry case was "settled" by Wang Anshi, and Su Shi was given a lighter sentence and demoted to deputy envoy of the regiment training in Huangzhou (today's Huanggang, Hubei).

The position of Deputy Envoy of Huangzhou Tuanlian was quite humble and had no real power. At this time, Su Shi had become disheartened after this battle.

After Su Shi took office, he was in a depressed mood. He visited Chibi Mountain outside Huangzhou City many times and wrote famous works such as "Chibi Ode", "Later Chibi Ode" and "Nian Nujiao·Chibi Nostalgia". This is to express his thoughts and feelings when he was exiled.

In addition to official duties, he led his family to reclaim a piece of sloping land in the east of the city and farm to help supplement their livelihood. The nickname "Dongpo Jushi" was given by Su Shi at this time.

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1. "Ode to Red Cliff"

1. Original text

In the autumn of Renxu, in July, Su The son and his guests went boating under Red Cliff. The breeze comes slowly and the water waves are calm. Lifting wine to the guests, reciting poems about the bright moon, and singing graceful chapters. After a while, the moon rose above the east mountain, wandering among the bullfights.

The white dew stretches across the river, and the water reaches the sky. Even though a reed is like this, thousands of hectares are at a loss. The vastness is as if Feng Xu is riding the wind without knowing where it stops; the flutteringness is as if he is left alone in the world, becoming an immortal and ascending to immortality.

So they drank and had a lot of fun, and sang along to the boat. The song goes: "The osmanthus sticks are covered with orchid oars, hitting the sky is bright and tracing the stream of light. It is dim and vague, and I look forward to the beauty in the sky." There is a guest who plays the cave flute, and he sings along with it.

His voice is whining, like resentment, admiration, weeping and complaining; the lingering sound is lingering, like a wisp. The lurking dragon dances in the secluded ravine, and the concubine weeps in the lonely boat.

Su Zi was stunned, sat upright, and asked the guest: "Why is it so?" The guest said: "'The moon and stars are sparse, and the black magpie flies south.' Is this not a poem by Cao Mengde? Xixi Looking at Xiakou and Wuchang in the east, the mountains and rivers are close to each other and the sky is green. Isn't this what Meng De was trapped in Zhou Lang? The boat is thousands of miles away, the flags are covering the sky, the wine is flowing by the river, and the poems are written horizontally. I am a hero for a lifetime. How are you now?

Kang Wu and Zi Yuqiao are on the river, and they are fishing and shrimping. I am a friend of the elk, riding a small boat with a bow, sending the mayflies to the sky and the earth, mourning for a moment in my life, and admiring the infiniteness of the Yangtze River, holding the bright moon in my arms. It's not like it's sudden, but it's left behind in the sad wind." Su Zi said: "Do you know that the water and the moon are like this? There is no growth and decline. If you look at the changes in Gaijiang, you will see that the world cannot last a moment. If you look at the changes in things, things and I will be endless.

< p>Besides, everything in heaven and earth has its own owner. Even if it is not my property, I can’t take any of it. But the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can be heard by the ears and become colors by the eyes. There is no limit, and it is inexhaustible. It is the endless treasure of the Creator, and it is the most suitable for me and my son."

The guests smiled happily and drank more. The core of the food is gone, and the cups and plates are in a mess. The couple and their pillows were spread out in the boat, unaware of the whiteness of the east.

2. Translation

In the autumn of the Renxu year, on the 16th day of the seventh month, my friends and I went boating under Red Cliff. The breeze blows in waves, and the water surface becomes calm. He raised his wine glass to persuade his companions to drink, and recited the chapter "Young and Graceful" in "The Bright Moon".

After a while, the bright moon rose from behind Dongshan and moved back and forth between the constellations of Dipper and Ox. The white mist stretches across the river, and the water's light reaches the sky.

Let a small boat like a reed leaf float freely across the vast river. The vast waves seem to be traveling in the sky on the wind, not knowing where they will stop. They are fluttering and swaying as if they are about to leave the world and fly away, transforming into immortals and entering the fairyland.

At this time, I was very happy drinking, knocking on the side of the boat and singing.

The song goes like this: "The osmanthus boat oars and the pandan oars beat the clear waves under the moonlight, and swim upstream on the moonlit water. My feelings are far away and boundless, looking at the beauty. Ah, but on the other side of the sky."

There are guests who can play the dongxiao, and they accompany the singing with the rhythm. The sound of the dongxiao sobs: like sorrow and yearning, like sobbing and talking, the lingering sound echoes on the river, like fine threads. Continuously. It can make the dragon in the deep valley dance for it, and the widow on the lonely boat weep.

My expression also became sad. I straightened my clothes and sat up straight, and asked the guest: "Why is the flute sounding so sad?" Isn’t it a poem by Cao Gong Mengde?

Here you can see Xiakou to the west and Wuchang to the east. Mountains and rivers are bounded by endless mountains and rivers. As far as the eye can see, it is lush and green.

Isn't this the place where Cao Mengde was besieged by Zhou Yu?

When he captured Jingzhou and captured Jiangling, he sailed eastward along the Yangtze River. His warships stretched thousands of miles from end to end. His flags covered the sky. He poured wine in front of the river and chanted with his spear across the river. Poetry was originally a heroic figure in the world, but where is he now?

Not to mention that you and I fished and chopped firewood on the islet in the middle of the river, with fish and shrimp as companions and elk as friends. We drove this small boat on the river, raising our glasses to toast each other, just like A mayfly is placed in the vast world, as small as a grain of corn in the vast sea.

Alas, we lament that our life is only a short moment, and we can't help but envy the endlessness of the Yangtze River. I want to travel around the world hand in hand with the immortals, embrace the bright moon and live forever in the world. Knowing that these things cannot be realized in the end, I have no choice but to turn my regrets into flute sounds and entrust them to the sad autumn wind.

I asked: Do you also know the water and the moon? The passage of time is like the water, but it has not really passed away; the waxing and waning of time is like the moon, which has not increased or decreased in the end.

It can be seen that from the changeable side of things, everything in the world is changing all the time, even in the blink of an eye; from the unchanging side of things, everything comes with us. It is said to be eternal, so what is there to envy?

What’s more, everything in heaven and earth has its own master. If you don’t have what you deserve, you can’t get even a cent.

Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains become sounds when heard, and shapes are drawn when they enter the eyes. No one will stop them from getting them, and there will be no exhausting worries when they feel them. This is an endless treasure gifted by nature, and you and I can enjoy it together.

The guest smiled happily, washed the wine glass and poured wine again. The dishes and fruits have all been finished, and the cups and plates are in a mess. Everyone slept on the boat with pillows on each other's backs, and before they knew it, the white dawn had appeared in the east.

2. "Ode to Hou Chibi"

1. Original text

It's the tenth month of the year, and I will return to Lingao after walking from the snow hall. The two guests followed me across the yellow mud slope. The frost and dew have fallen, all the leaves have fallen off, and the figures are on the ground. They look up at the bright moon, look at it and enjoy it, and sing in response to each other.

I sighed and said: "There are guests but no wine, there is 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 catch fish with a net, with a big mouth and thin scales, like Like the perch in Songjiang River, did Gu An get the wine?

The woman said: "I have a bucket of wine, which I have kept for a long time, just in case my son needs it from time to time." So she took the wine and 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 once different, but the mountains and rivers cannot be recognised. I took my clothes and climbed up, walking on the rocks, covered with velvet, sitting on tigers and leopards, climbing on horned dragons, climbing on the dangerous nests of falcons, and looking down on Feng Yi's secluded palace. Gai Ergu can't follow him.

There was a sudden 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 lone crane coming across the river from the east.

2. 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, there are wine but no dishes. The moon is bright and the breeze is blowing. How can we spend such a beautiful night?"

A guest said: "This evening, I cast a net and caught a fish with a big mouth and fine scales, shaped like a bass from the Wusong River. But where can I get 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 to meet your sudden needs."

In this way, we took 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’s only been a few days, but the river scenery and mountains I saw during my last trip are no longer recognizable! I lifted up my clothes and went ashore, stepping on the steep rocks and pushing aside the tangled weeds.

Squatting on the strange rocks shaped like tigers and leopards, and occasionally pulling on branches shaped like horned dragons, I climbed up the cliff where raptors make their nests, and looked 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.

Go back to the boat, row it to the center of the river, let it drift 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. , passing our ship and flying 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. .

"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.

3. "Nian Nujiao·Chibi Nostalgia"

1. Original text

The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages.

On the west side of the fortress, the humane road is Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms.

Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.

The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time.

I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome.

Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the boats and oars disappeared into ashes.

My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early.

Life is like a dream, a statue returns to the moon.

2. Translation

The water of the river is rolling and flowing eastward, sweeping away all the romantic figures of the ages. To the west of that ancient battlefield, it is said to be the Red Cliff where Zhou Yu defeated Cao's army in the Three Kingdoms.

Surrounded by rocky mountains and high cliffs like clouds on both sides, the stormy waves hit the other side violently, rolling up the waves like thousands of piles of snow in winter. The country is so beautiful and picturesque, so many heroes emerged in a short time.

I recall that Zhou Lang’s name was Yu and Gongjin. Xiao Qiao had just married him as his wife. She was heroic, graceful and charming. Holding a feather fan in his hand and wearing a silk scarf on his head, he was talking calmly and casually while Cao Cao's 800,000-strong army was wiped out like ashes.

Now that I am wandering around in the ancient battlefield, it is ridiculous that I have so much nostalgic tenderness that my hair on the temples is turning gray before I get old. Life is like a hazy dream, raising a wine glass to pay homage to the eternal bright moon.

Baidu Encyclopedia——Su Shi