Zhang Dai's Translation of Classical Chinese in Emei Mountain

1. Zhang Dai translated "Looking at the Lake Pavilion Snow" in classical Chinese. The original text was December of the fifth year of Chongzhen, and I lived in the West Lake.

It snowed for many days, and the noise of pedestrians and birds in the lake disappeared. It was even more settled, so I took a boat, held my clothes on fire, and went to the pavilion in the middle of the lake to see the snow alone.

Ice flowers are all over the sky, the sky is bright and watery, and the sky is pure white. The shadow on the lake is only the trace of a long bank. There is a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, a mustard and Yu Zhou, and there are only two or three people on board.

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, I saw two people laying blankets and a child cooking a wine stove. Seeing it, I was overjoyed and said, "There is no such person in the lake!" " Pull me together and drink with me.

Yu Qiang said goodbye to three white people and asked his last name. He is from Jinling and a guest here. While waiting for the boat, the boatman murmured, "Stop talking about your Excellency, you idiot, and people like you are crazy!" " ! "In December of the fifth year of Chongzhen, I lived in the West Lake.

After three days of heavy snow, the voices of pedestrians and birds in the lake disappeared. At about eight o'clock in the evening, I rowed the boat, wore fur clothes and took the stove, and went to the lake pavilion to see the snow alone.

The lake is full of ice flowers condensed by steam. The sky and clouds, the mountains and lakes in the distance blend into one, all white. The relatively clear shadow on the lake is just a trace of the West Lake long embankment in the snow, a little outline of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, a small boat of mine, and two or three figures on board.

When I arrived at the pavilion, I saw two people sitting face to face with blankets already laid. A boy is cooking wine in the wine stove. When they met me, they were all very happy and said, "How can you meet such a leisurely and elegant person in the lake?" Pull me to drink with you.

I drank three large glasses and said goodbye to them. Ask their names. They are from Jinling and live here.

Returning to the shore and disembarking, the boatman said to himself, "Don't say" xianggong "is crazy about you, there are others who are as crazy as you!" "White Sheep Tide" is the original work, and there is no tide in the three rivers. In the afternoon, I rumored: "This year's tide is dark."

The years are like this. In August, Paizhu went to Bai Yang and sat at the same table with Chen Heqi.

Looking at the tide on the seawall, the rest will go, and Zhang Hou and Shi Pei will come. On the vertical pond, I saw the front of the tide, coming from Haining and heading straight for the pond.

Closer, it is pale white, like driving thousands of geese to fly away. Come near, spray foam and splash flowers, kick up like a million snow lions, cover the river with whipping thunder and ten thousand cymbals, and dare not be the first.

If we come any closer, the hurricane will force us to land. Look easy, avoid the pond.

When the tide reached the pond, we did our best. The water splashed several feet and the water was wet. Turning to the right, Kameyama was blocked and it was very angry. The cannon shattered the dragon and danced in the snow.

Stunned, sit along while, yan way. Grandfather said: the tide in Jianjiang River rose from childhood and ochre Mountain.

Poplar is beyond the two mountains, and the tide is bigger. Why? According to the old practice, sanjiang town didn't watch the tide. In the afternoon, someone preached noisily: "The dark tide is surging this year!" It happens every year.

In August of the 13th year of Chongzhen in Ming Dynasty, Chen and Qi and I went to Baiyang to pay our respects to Zhu. Someone on the seawall shouted to watch the tide. I hurried to see it, followed by Zhang Hou and Shi Pei.

Standing on the shore, I saw the distant tide rushing to the shore like a line from Haining. When (the tide) approaches slightly, (the spray) appears pale white, like driving thousands of geese to spread their wings and beat the water.

Closer, the water splashed by the foam (tide) jumped up like a million snow lions, shielding the river from rushing down, as if being whipped by angry lightning. Millions of snow lions gathered together, and none dared to lag behind and rushed to the top. Come any closer, and the water will beat the coast like a hurricane.

The watchman backed away in horror and ran to the shore. When the tide reached the shore, we tried our best to fight, and the spray opened when it hit, splashing a few feet high. Look at the hipster's face is wet.

(Tide) whirled to the right and was blocked by Baiyang Mountain. The tide seems to be very angry, splashing, as if a shot broke the Yandang Mountain Waterfall, as if snow was flying all over the sky, and people were dazzled. I was shocked to see such a scene, and I sat for a long time before I recovered my calm.

Ancestors said: "The tide in Zhejiang started from Xiaosheng Mountain and Zheshi Mountain." Baiyang Mountain is outside these two mountains, but the tide is bigger. Why? Zhang Dai (1597 ~ 1679) was born in Yin Shan (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang), also known as Shi Gong, Tian Sun, Diean,.

Living in Hangzhou. Born in an official's family, there were few rich boys, who were good at appreciating tea art. After his death, he didn't become an official and went to the mountains to write books.

Zhang Dai was a writer and historian in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. He is best at prose, including Tianku Collection, Taoan Dream, West Lake Dream, Three Immortals, Night Sailing, Aries Dynasty and other peerless literary masterpieces. Gaozu Tianfu, the official deputy to the governor of Yunnan, Gansu Taifuqing.

Great-grandfather Bian, the top scholar in five years (157 1), entered imperial academy, and Zhan Zhifu left Yude. Grandfather Zhang Rulin, a scholar in the 23rd year of Wanli (1595), went to Guangxi to attend the Senate.

Father Zhang, born in the vice list, is Lu Fan's long history. Zhang Dai's background is also a scholarly family background.

My ancestors were all scholars, proficient in history, Confucian classics, neo-Confucianism, literature, primary school and geography. It was praised by my uncle as "the river is flooding today".

Fu Tian and Bianyuan's father and son have edited Shaoxing Fu Zhi, Huiji Zhi and Yinshan Zhi. "When these three records are gathered together, they are called Tan Qian and his son." (Family Biography) (If Zhang Dai's poems and annotations in The Collection of Poems published by Shanghai Ancient Books Publishing House 199 1 are quoted and corrected by Xia Xianchun, only the title of the article is noted. )

Grandfather Lin Ru, "Young, eager to learn, well-read." (ditto) Never let go.

Thirty years later, he wrote Yunshan, but later he gave up writing because it was similar to Yongle Dadian (Mengshan, Tao An). Zhang III's collection of books, Dai "collected books for forty years, with no less than 30,000 volumes."

(Three Episodes of the Legacy of Tao Anmeng) Zhang Dai was born in a literary family. Generations of grandparents and grandchildren are good at writing and writing works.

Tianfu is rich in manuscripts of the Ming Dynasty, while the original manuscripts of Bu 'erzhai are available. Lin Ruyou has Collected Works of Interpretation of the Yuan Dynasty, and Fang Yao's "Singing Good Songs and Poems" (Family Biography) has been paying attention to this way since Zhang.

Fang Yao "teaches little tricks to play drums"

2. Emei Mountain translated by Zhang Dai's Five Stories of Mountain Crossing is one of the eight famous mountains in China, but there are no mountains in fact. People who crossed the land once took a stone under the table of Tugu Temple in Hu Mei and made it into eight mountains. I became suspicious and said, "a stubborn stone can also be called a mountain, so there are too many mountains in the city." Why can't this mountain be called a mountain? "

In the fifth year of the Apocalypse (the reign of Mingxi), a native of Gusu (now Suzhou) lived in Kong Jia, Zhou, and lived in Xuanting North. Every time I go to his house, I talk all day. One day, I went to the bottom of the kitchen behind his house and saw a stone wall more than ten feet high, green and threatening. I said, "This stone is green. It is really something sacred between heaven and earth. How can it live here? " Asked the old neighbor, the old man said, "This is Mount Kumi. The mountain is more than ten feet high, three feet wide and dozens of feet long, reaching Xuanting in the south and Xiangtong in the north. This stone is like a fold cut by an axe. It looks like a curved eyebrow, with green in black and green all over. " So I climbed onto the roof with a ladder, looked at it once, and found that it was roughly like an eyebrow. I groped around the neighbor's wall and found its feet under the chicken coop, pigsty, kitchen and toilet, so Sheng Da cried happily. Measuring the length and width of the mountain is exactly what the neighbors and elders said. So I fantasized that if one day all the walls and houses here were demolished, what a joy it would be for this mountain to be independent. Twenty years later, the ancient spirit changed, and all the houses outside the mountain were burned down, but the Great Wall was safe and sound. This should be providence. I've always wanted to hide this mountain from people. Strange rocks and lush moss are only accompanied by horse urine and cow dung. What a pity! This is the reason why Liu Zongyuan wrote "Prison Mountain Fu".

So, I think there are countless rare things in the world that have been buried by mortals. It is a great pity that this mountain was born in a city and is located in a densely populated area. Just across a wall, the world doesn't know. But take the hard stones under the table in the temple to make up the numbers. The misfortune of this mountain has come to this! Even so, Gan Bao recorded the death of the mountain, and Sanqin recorded the stone flying away. This mountain really has a soul. How can you be trapped here for a long time? There are real examples to learn from the strange mountain in Wu Dong. I think of the mountain, and I hope he can break free from the fence and fly away from the roots.

3. Zhang Dai's classical Chinese translation of "Looking at the Lake Pavilion Snow" was originally in December of Chongzhen five years ago, and I lived in the West Lake.

It snowed for many days, and the noise of pedestrians and birds in the lake disappeared. It was even more settled, so I took a boat, held my clothes on fire, and went to the pavilion in the middle of the lake to see the snow alone.

Ice flowers are all over the sky, the sky is bright and watery, and the sky is pure white. The shadow on the lake is only the trace of a long bank. There is a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, a mustard and Yu Zhou, and there are only two or three people on board.

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, I saw two people laying blankets and a child cooking a wine stove. Seeing it, I was overjoyed and said, "There is no such person in the lake!" " Pull me together and drink with me.

Yu Qiang said goodbye to three white people and asked his last name. He is from Jinling and a guest here. While waiting for the boat, the boatman murmured, "Stop talking about your Excellency, you idiot, and people like you are crazy!" " ! "In December of the fifth year of Chongzhen, I lived in the West Lake.

After three days of heavy snow, the voices of pedestrians and birds in the lake disappeared. At about eight o'clock in the evening, I rowed the boat, wore fur clothes and took the stove, and went to the lake pavilion to see the snow alone.

The lake is full of ice flowers condensed by steam. The sky and clouds, the mountains and lakes in the distance blend into one, all white. The relatively clear shadow on the lake is just a trace of the West Lake long embankment in the snow, a little outline of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, a small boat of mine, and two or three figures on board.

When I arrived at the pavilion, I saw two people sitting face to face with blankets already laid. A boy is cooking wine in the wine stove. When they met me, they were all very happy and said, "How can you meet such a leisurely and elegant person in the lake?" Pull me to drink with you.

I drank three large glasses and said goodbye to them. Ask their names. They are from Jinling and live here.

Returning to the shore and disembarking, the boatman said to himself, "Don't say" xianggong "is crazy about you, there are others who are as crazy as you!" "White Sheep Tide" is the original work, and there is no tide in the three rivers. In the afternoon, I rumored: "This year's tide is dark."

The years are like this. In August, Paizhu went to Bai Yang and sat at the same table with Chen Heqi.

Looking at the tide on the seawall, the rest will go, and Zhang Hou and Shi Pei will come. On the vertical pond, I saw the front of the tide, coming from Haining and heading straight for the pond.

Closer, it is pale white, like driving thousands of geese to fly away. Come near, spray foam and splash flowers, kick up like a million snow lions, cover the river with whipping thunder and ten thousand cymbals, and dare not be the first.

If we come any closer, the hurricane will force us to land. Look easy, avoid the pond.

When the tide reached the pond, we did our best. The water splashed several feet and the water was wet. Turning to the right, Kameyama was blocked and it was very angry. The cannon shattered the dragon and danced in the snow.

Stunned, sit along while, yan way. Grandfather said: the tide in Jianjiang River rose from childhood and ochre Mountain.

Poplar is beyond the two mountains, and the tide is bigger. Why? According to the old practice, sanjiang town didn't watch the tide. In the afternoon, someone preached noisily: "The dark tide is surging this year!" It happens every year.

In August of the 13th year of Chongzhen in Ming Dynasty, Chen and Qi and I went to Baiyang to pay our respects to Zhu. Someone on the seawall shouted to watch the tide. I hurried to see it, followed by Zhang Hou and Shi Pei.

Standing on the shore, I saw the distant tide rushing to the shore like a line from Haining. When (the tide) approaches slightly, (the spray) appears pale white, like driving thousands of geese to spread their wings and beat the water.

Closer, the water splashed by the foam (tide) jumped up like a million snow lions, shielding the river from rushing down, as if being whipped by angry lightning. Millions of snow lions gathered together, and none dared to lag behind and rushed to the top. Come any closer, and the water will beat the coast like a hurricane.

The watchman backed away in horror and ran to the shore. When the tide reached the shore, we tried our best to fight, and the spray opened when it hit, splashing a few feet high. Look at the hipster's face is wet.

(Tide) whirled to the right and was blocked by Baiyang Mountain. The tide seems to be very angry, splashing, as if a shot broke the Yandang Mountain Waterfall, as if snow was flying all over the sky, and people were dazzled. I was shocked to see such a scene, and I sat for a long time before I recovered my calm.

Ancestors said: "The tide in Zhejiang started from Xiaosheng Mountain and Zheshi Mountain." Baiyang Mountain is outside these two mountains, but the tide is bigger. Why? Zhang Dai (1597 ~ 1679) was born in Yin Shan (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang), also known as Shi Gong, Tian Sun, Diean,.

Living in Hangzhou. Born in an official's family, there were few rich boys, who were good at appreciating tea art. After his death, he didn't become an official and went to the mountains to write books.

Zhang Dai was a writer and historian in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. He is best at prose, including Tianku Collection, Taoan Dream, West Lake Dream, Three Immortals, Night Sailing, Aries Dynasty and other peerless literary masterpieces. Gaozu Tianfu, the official deputy to the governor of Yunnan, Gansu Taifuqing.

Great-grandfather Bian, the top scholar in five years (157 1), entered imperial academy, and Zhan Zhifu left Yude. Grandfather Zhang Rulin, a scholar in the 23rd year of Wanli (1595), went to Guangxi to attend the Senate.

Father Zhang, born in the vice list, is Lu Fan's long history. Zhang Dai's background is also a scholarly family background.

My ancestors were all scholars, proficient in history, Confucian classics, neo-Confucianism, literature, primary school and geography. It was praised by my uncle as "the river is flooding today".

Fu Tian and Bianyuan's father and son have edited Shaoxing Fu Zhi, Huiji Zhi and Yinshan Zhi. "When these three records are gathered together, they are called Tan Qian and his son." (Family Biography) (If Zhang Dai's poems and annotations in The Collection of Poems published by Shanghai Ancient Books Publishing House 199 1 are quoted and corrected by Xia Xianchun, only the title of the article is noted. )

Grandfather Lin Ru, "Young, eager to learn, well-read." (ditto) Never let go.

Thirty years later, he wrote Yunshan, but later he gave up writing because it was similar to Yongle Dadian (Mengshan, Tao An). Zhang III's collection of books, Dai "collected books for forty years, with no less than 30,000 volumes."

(Three Episodes of the Legacy of Tao Anmeng) Zhang Dai was born in a literary family. Generations of grandparents and grandchildren are good at writing and writing works.

Tianfu is rich in manuscripts of the Ming Dynasty, while the original manuscripts of Bu 'erzhai are available. Lin Ruyou has Collected Works of Interpretation of the Yuan Dynasty, and Fang Yao's "Singing Good Songs and Poems" (Family Biography) has been paying attention to this way since Zhang.

Fang Yao "teaches the path and advocates drama"

4. Tracing the Sun and Moon Zhang Dai's classical Chinese translation "Sun Moon Lake" is a famous piece describing the scenery of Ningbo Moon Lake in the early Qing Dynasty. The scenery is full of emotion, the discussion is full of emotion, the scene is mixed, the feelings are ups and downs, the time spans from ancient times to modern times, and the angle jumps rapidly in space. All this stems from the author's inner agitation.

In Sun Moon Lake, Zhang Dai gathered the beauty of the lake, the sigh of the country's rise and fall, the sadness of life's ups and downs and a deep nostalgia complex, which can be described as "a mustard seed" with infinite square inches. Sun Moon Lake is the elegance of an extinct era, the acme of prose, and a withered flower hidden in the vast pages.

original text

Near the south gate of Ningbo, there is a Sun Moon Lake. Sun Lake is round and slightly smaller, so it is daytime. Moon Lake is long and square, so it is the moon. The two lakes are connected together like a ring with a dam and a small bridge in the middle. There is a memorial hall of He Shaojian in Rihu. Ji really dragged the gentry in court clothes, and there was no weather in Huang Guan. I am proud of the poem "Farewell" written by Tang Xuanzong in the shrine. Ji Zhen asks Jianhu to be old, and he is over eighty years old. His poem "Going Home" said: "When I left home when I was young, my old friend returned, and my local accent did not change.

When children and grandchildren meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. "It's not too early to rejuvenate at the age of 80, but people call it running back, which has been passed down from ancient times to modern times. Ji Zhen once visited Wang Lao, a drug seller, and asked him for the skill of grabbing and holding pearls to make him. As soon as Wang Lao saw the seller of cakes, he took pearls as cakes. Ji Zhen dared not speak, and he regretted it. Wang Lao said, "If you don't save money, how can you get it?" But I returned the pearl and left. Then the season is really straight and rich. The book "The Biography of Tang People's Seclusion" is neither fish nor fowl. Moon Lake is full of Wang Yang, and Minser is lovely, reaching the south of the city.

Peach willows are densely planted at the gates, and famous flowers, fruits and trees are also planted around the lakeshore to carry them around. In the lake, rows and rows of people are gentlemen's pavilions, the pavilions are reclining and the turquoise is old. Camphor tree on the stone has a big fight, which has a rate of more than 100 years. Four Ming gentry, Tian Zhai and his son, Yuan Ting and his son. Pingquan wood and stone, Chu and Qin are many, so the garden pavilion is also discussed, such as the official position. There is only Miluo left in Miluo Pavilion in Chishui. The so-called "snow wave" and other stones have been in a garden for a long time. On Qingming day, the cruise ships on the two lakes are very prosperous, but the bridge boats are not a big deal. The toes under the city wall are slightly wider, and the peaches and willows are brilliant. Tourists sit on the floor, drinking and singing, and there is a song in the West Lake.

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In Ningbo, near the south gate, there is a Sun Moon Lake. Ri Lake is round and slightly smaller, so it is called "Ri Lake". Moon Lake is longer and slightly larger, so it is called "Moon Lake". The two lakes are connected together like a ring, separated by a lake embankment, and a small bridge straddles it like a link. The ancestral temple of Gao Zu Chi Shao Jian (Shao Jian Guan Ren He) by Rihu Lake. The statue of He, wearing a long and wide royal dress, has no posture. In the ancestral hall, a poem "Farewell" written for him by Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty is engraved to show his glory. He, who is in his eighties, asked to go back to Jianhu's hometown for the aged. His poem "Going Home" said: "When I left home when I was young, my old friend returned, and my local accent did not change. When children and grandchildren meet and don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests come from? " It's not too early to retire at 80. At that time, people called him brave retreat, which was passed down from generation to generation. On one occasion, He went to visit an old man in wang xing who sold medicine and asked him how to prolong his life. He gave him a pearl. Seeing the cake seller passing by, the old man exchanged pearls for cakes to eat. He was embarrassed to speak, very uneasy and regretful. The old man said, "the problem of meanness has not been removed." Where does the law of longevity come from? " So he returned the pearl to him and left. So he is just a man who pursues wealth and wealth. The Biography of the Hermit is written as the Book of the Tang Dynasty, which is also very neither fish nor fowl. Moon Lake, a huge lake, bright, shining and lovely, leads directly to Cheng Nan.

The peach trees planted at the gate of the city are crowded with willows, and they are not satisfied with the lakeshore. Among them, famous flowers and fruits are also planted. There are many pavilions built by officials in the lake, and the terraces have been tilted and broken, while the pine trees and stones are still green and long. Camptotheca acuminata camphor tree on the stone is as big as a bucket and has lived for more than 100 years. In the Siming generation, the official left the farm house to future generations, and the garden pavilion enjoyed itself (meaning buried here after death). Fountains, trees and stones are mostly in the late Chu and Qin dynasties (often changing styles), so the garden pavilion is just like this, just like the posthouse yamen. There is only one Miluo in Miluo Pavilion in Chishui. The so-called "snow wave" and other stones have been in one of the gardens for a long time. During the Qingming Festival, there are many cruise ships in the two lakes, but the bridge is too small and the boats are not big. Go a little further under the city wall, peach blossoms are in full bloom and willow trees are in shade. Tourists sit on the floor, drinking and singing. West Lake recorded a song.

5. Fan Chengda's "Emei Buddha's Light" in classical Chinese and its translation: In the last year of B, it was raining heavily.

(Mountaineering) After the new store, 84 sets, the ground falls flat (the place name in the mountain). Miluo's leaves are much like Pittosporum, more like Myrica rubra.

Flowers are red and white. They bloom between spring and summer and can only be seen in Emei Mountain. Halfway up, I saw Miluo, and here I am (referring to Xindian, Eighty-four Plates and Miluoping), all over the mountain.

Probably on Mount Emei, all the plants, animals and insects are not owned by the world (Buddhist legend says that Sakyamuni was nirvana under the Miluo tree, and all the creatures on Mount Emei are Miluo, indicating that all the creatures on the mountain are fairyland). I've only heard rumors before, but I experienced it myself today.

It was June (Lunar New Year) before I came, and it snowed heavily in a few days. Trees and leaves are stained with snow stains and look beautiful. The plants on Emei are very special. For example, the Eight Immortals (a kind of light purple hydrangea) is dark purple, the morning glory is many times larger than it, and Polygonum hydropiper (a herb with light red flowers) is light blue.

I heard that spring is a special time with many flowers, but it was very cold in the mountains at that time, and people seldom knew about them. There are countless special herbs.

The mountain is high and sheltered from the wind, so the trees can't grow and the branches are drooping. The ancient moss hangs down from the tree like loose hair, reaching to the ground, about several feet long.

There is also a kind of pine, which looks like a fir tree, but its leaves are round and thin, so it can't be attached. It stands up layer by layer like a tower, especially at the top of the mountain. And there are no birds on the mountain, because they are too high to fly.

6. Zhang Dai translated Qixia classical Chinese: the water bath is clear, the leaves are cool, and the street horses are forbidden.

Idle in the open well, laughing at fireflies, resulting in a broken picture being lightly fanned. I am familiar with Lu Yi, laughing at fireflies, resulting in a broken painting and a light fan.

People sit for a long time at night, fearing that they can't go back to sleep, which makes the disabled people get more arrows. People lean on the railing for a long time in a calm night, fearing that they will not go home to sleep, which will make the disabled people hit more arrows.

Sigh for a moment, people are thousands of miles away, dreams are far away. Sigh for a moment, people are now thousands of miles away, dreaming of Shen Shuyuan.

I dare not comb my temples, I can sell gold mirrors, and I am lazy, dyeing them evenly. Empty-minded, timid, comb my hair, sell gold mirrors, and slowly get lazy and dye them evenly while taking time.

Mei fenglu, rainbow rain moss, a dance of red has changed. The plum wind is fading, the rainbow rain is increasing, and every dance turns red.

Who believes that boredom hurts Qian Xun because Iraq will reduce Jiang Yan? Who believes that boredom is the only way to reduce Jiang Yan's feelings?

However, in the shadow of the Ming River, there are still a few stars. But in the shadow of the Milky Way, look back at the sparse stars.

Note: Qing toad: refers to the moon. The leaves are loud and cold: it means that the cool wind blows and the leaves rustle.

Multi-arrow: an arrow used for timing in ancient clocks and watches. Joan Comb: A good name for a comb.

Golden mirror: bronze mirror. Flat dyeing: dressing up.

Mei Feng: The wind in rainy season is wet. Dance red: Falling flowers dance with the wind.

Jiang Yan was only restored: "Biography of Southern History Jiang Yan" said: "When Jiang Yan was young, he stayed in Jiangting, and the dreamer gave him five-color pens, so he had an article. After the dream, Guo Pu took the pen. There are no more beautiful sentences in this poem, and people are exhausted. "

Emotional injury to the right: Shi Shuo Xin Yu Confused and Drowned: Xun's wife, Cao Shi, is gorgeous, and her wife is often sick and hot, while Qian Feng ironed it with cold body. His wife died, and Qian Feng died soon after.

He Ming: Galaxy.

7. Zhang Dai's Translation of Classical Chinese in Gardens In the gardens, water is coiled and entangled, which makes full use of water, but the layout of the gardens seems to be without water. Shouhuatang, the main building, is bounded by levee, Xiaomeishan, Tianwentai and Zhujing. The twists and turns are long, and water is used.

The indoor part is separated by Xia Shuangxuan, Hanshu Pavilion, Promenade, Xiaoqu Bridge and Dongli, which is deep and also uses water.

Facing Panggongchi, the garden is separated by perch fragrance pavilion and plum blossom meditation room, which is quiet and leisurely, and this is water reuse.

The garden is built along the city wall, surrounded by six courtyards, without leaking temples, vegetable gardens and small neighbors, and it is quiet and leisurely. The use of water is also to the extreme. The meaning of water is still attributed to the water in Panggongchi. Panggongchi, abandoned by others, I made full use of it to set off the garden exclusively, as if my eyes would never look at others again, my heart would not be led by others, and my mouth would not answer others. Wolong Mountain meanders and swims, trying to get close to Panggong pond water many times, but Panggong pond water doesn't seem to take a look. People say that gardens are good at using water and will eventually gain great power. The garden was very beautiful when my grandfather was here. Once, two old people strolled in the garden and enjoyed themselves. One of them said, just like Penglai Xianju. Another old man spat at him and said, it's not so good there.

8. Sun Moon Lake is near the south gate of Ningbo. There is a Sun Moon Lake.

Sun Lake is round and slightly smaller, so it is daytime. Moon Lake is long and square, so it is the moon. The two lakes are connected together like a ring with a dam and a small bridge in the middle.

There is a memorial hall of He Shaojian in Rihu. Ji really dragged the gentry in court clothes, and there was no weather in Huang Guan.

I am proud of the poem "Farewell" written by Tang Xuanzong in the shrine. Ji Zhen asks Jianhu to be old, and he is over eighty years old.

His poem "Going Home" said: "When I left home when I was young, my old friend returned, and my local accent did not change. When children and grandchildren meet and don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests come from? " Moon Lake is full of Wang Yang, and Minser is lovely, reaching the south of the city.

Peach willows are densely planted at the gates, and famous flowers, fruits and trees are also planted around the lakeshore to carry them around. In the lake, rows and rows of people are gentlemen's pavilions, the pavilions are reclining and the turquoise is old.

Camphor tree on the stone has a big fight, which has a rate of more than 100 years. In Fucheng, Ningbo, near the south gate, there is a Sun Moon Lake.

Ri Lake is round and slightly smaller, so it is called "Ri Lake". Moon Lake is longer and slightly larger, so it is called "Moon Lake". The two lakes are connected together like a ring, separated by a lake embankment, and a small bridge straddles it like a link.

The ancestral temple of Gao Zu Chi Shao Jian (Shao Jian Guan Ren He) by Rihu Lake. The statue of He, wearing a long and wide royal dress, has no posture.

In the ancestral hall, a poem "Farewell" written for him by Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty is engraved to show his glory. He, who is in his eighties, asked to go back to Jianhu's hometown for the aged.

His poem "Going Home" said: "When I left home when I was young, my old friend returned, and my local accent did not change. When children and grandchildren meet and don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests come from? " It's not too early to retire at 80. At that time, people called him brave retreat, which was passed down from generation to generation.

On one occasion, He went to visit an old man in wang xing who sold medicine and asked him how to prolong his life. He gave him a pearl. Seeing the cake seller passing by, the old man exchanged pearls for cakes to eat.

He was embarrassed to speak, very uneasy and regretful. The old man said, "the problem of meanness has not been removed." Where does the law of longevity come from? " So he returned the pearl to him and left.

So he is just a man who pursues wealth and wealth. The Biography of the Hermit is written as the Book of the Tang Dynasty, which is also very neither fish nor fowl.

Moon Lake, a huge lake, bright, shining and lovely, leads directly to Cheng Nan. The peach trees planted at the gate of the city are crowded with willows, and they are not satisfied with the lakeshore. Among them, famous flowers and fruits are also planted.

There are many pavilions built by officials in the lake, and the terraces have been tilted and broken, while the pine trees and stones are still green and long. Camptotheca acuminata camphor tree on the stone is as big as a bucket and has lived for more than 100 years.

9. Zhang Dai's classical Chinese translation of "Migong" Xiling Bridge is nicknamed Xiling. Some people say it is a place where Su Xiaoxiao unites.

Seeing Fang Zigong's poem, I said, "Listen to the sound of fishing flute, and you will know where it is. It is the first bridge in Xiling." I'm afraid Su Xiaoxiao wrote Zi Ling wrong. "

I said, "Never mind, just write Xiling. In addition, Bai Gong's poem "Broken Bridge" also said "Liu Se Qing Cang Xiao Su's home". Broken bridge is not far from here. Can't it be the story of Xiling? " Once upon a time, Zhao's great-grandson often went to Wulin, just in time for the Acorus Festival, and a busybody invited Zigu to visit the West Lake.

Zigu drank too much wine, took off her hat, dried her wet hair with wine, sat on the ground, spread her legs and sang "Li Sao", no one was watching. In the evening, I entered Xiqiao Bridge, took a quick look at the lonely mountain, stopped the boat in the middle of the dense forest, pointed to the most secluded foothills covered with trees, glared and shouted, "This is the real masterpiece of Hong Guzi and Dong Beiyuan."

There are dozens of adjacent ships, and the people on board are particularly surprised, thinking that he is really a fairy sent by the God of Heaven. After Su Dongpo, I have only met this person who can get interesting scenery.