Appreciation of the Original and Translation of Zhang Kejiu's The Full Moon, A Story in the Mountain

The moon is full of mountains. The original text of the book: the rise and fall of eternal dreams, poetic eyes are tired of seeing this world. Kong Mu, Wu Gong, Chu Temple West Western jackdaw. Several huts and thousands of books are invested in this ancient village. What happened in the mountains? Pine flowers make wine, and spring water decocts tea.

Notes on Man, Moon and Mountain 1 Poet's Eye: the poet's insight. 2. Kong Lin: It refers to Kong Qiu's graveyard, which is located in Qufu. 3 Wu Palace: refers to the palace of the State of Wu. 4 Chu Temple: refers to the ancestral temple of Chu State. 5 vote for the elderly: old age, old age.

Preface to Appreciation of The Book in the Mountain

Fold a skinny body and step on the Hongqiao after the rain to enter the mountain.

Between the mountains and trees, half an acre of thin land was opened and a woodshed was built, in which only pines and cypresses were planted. Xiongsong stood farther, strong and powerful, protecting one side of the plug; The female pine leaned closer and brought tea to add fragrance to the tea. Lao Song can play games and Xiao Song can dance. You can also "push away with your hands and say' go' when you are drunk." The mountain recognizes the woodcutter as a tree, and the water recognizes the fisherman as a fish. If I am not firewood or fishing, I have everything. If there is no road, there are roads everywhere.

What happened in the mountains?

Idle eating wind and drinking dew, busy planting the moon in Yun Geng.

Write a few lines of parallel prose and sentences and pin them on the fence with pine needles. Flowers are fragrant, butterflies are butterfly-flavored, fireflies are fluorescent, Shan Gui is ghostly, and immortals are immortal ... The more poems you read, the thinner your days will be and the lighter your life will be.

There will be flying flowers tomorrow and fallen leaves the day after tomorrow.

Anyway, there are no busy people in this mountain, and there are no idle people in this mountain.

After a spring of dew storage, the small eaves should be full of seven or eight points. The lower end of the sun enters the new red mud furnace. Make a fire with dried flower corpses so as not to blow up the water. Spoil myself once, and this year I will use the late Tang glazed pot that I have been reluctant to use. A lamp of fragrant tea, a column of sandalwood, a person facing a mountain alone, a heart calm life. I can't remember the past, so just drink the tea in front of me.

Tea should be unique and wine should be * * *.

This good mountain belongs to me alone. How can I believe that? Yes, there is nothing in the mountains. About three years ago in autumn, an old man with a white chest came to visit behind the mountain and exchanged a string of copper coins for my Songhua wine. I said that silver is very common now, but he didn't understand. To put it mildly, I traded three pairs of straw sandals for two bamboo bottles of wine. And asked me about the world outside the mountain. I deliberately thought hard and said it was Yuan. He gave me a sly smile, which made my heart weak. Ask me the way into the mountain again. I mean east, west, north and south. He left a few absent-minded words and went straight away. From then on, I said something on the other side of the mountain, and nothing happened.

A few years ago, I asked him to talk to me. I saw two huts, one closed with a straw rope tied tightly to the knocker, and the other lived in a very humble place. Surprisingly, the paper posted on the window turned out to be a notice of three feet of cotton, and three or five words could be vaguely distinguished: "The dream of eternal ups and downs, the eye of poetry hates the world." Kong Mu, Wu Gong, Chu Temple West Western jackdaw. A good sentence, but the meaning is not finished, and the gas is not finished. Plus the helpless vicissitudes of life is like a coat. After all, they can't hide the blood of young people. I don't know where those tired poetic eyes will look in the last sentence, and I can't find them. What is even more surprising is that the rice paper has yellowed, with an illusory rust color, but it clearly shows an ink fragrance. Stealing into the closed room again, a musty smell was forced out from the crack of the door, but it was still difficult to get close. The old man is unhappy, forgiving himself, and doubts hang in his mind.

Seeing all the autumn leaves fall, aging is almost at the bottom. I am busy picking pine flowers to brew new wine every day. I call it a flower carving. It's called a flower carving. I want to send wine to warm up in spring and find out again.

Unexpectedly, I was faced with a pile of ruins, and the old man had no trace. Pick up a broken flag. But it was written in fresh ink on new paper: "Several huts and thousands of books were thrown into the old village. Everything that happened in the mountains ... "Followed by thin brush and ink plum. I want to come, otherwise I have no sentences to write. Or if the ink runs out and the pen is bald, I can't give up. I still want to finish it. Think about it, let nature take its course, and the bald pen is just right. Small plum petals, so clumsy. The stone hanging in my heart slammed, and I knew it was my eye. A closed hut with a collection of ten thousand volumes of poetry and books, the humidity in the mountains is heavy and the books are moldy. The old man in clothes is a poet and writer who has been away from home for generations. Alas, the prosperity of the ages is just a thin wind, and he took refuge in the mountains. Is it regret or the best blank space between the branches of Momei?

Where will the old man and the book go?

Farther mountains ... days outside the sky ...

If we can meet again in the next life, it will only be in the world of mortals. If he is still in the mountains, I will send him a pot of carved flowers, plus two sentences: "pine flowers make wine, spring water makes tea." "He should have a heart.

A cup of green tea and a pot of light wine.

The mountain is empty, and the old man is empty.

The two authors' emotional appreciation of the book in the mountains

This poem was written when the author lived at the foot of the West Lake. By feeling the rise and fall of history, it shows the author's attitude towards life of exploring the world and being tired of dust, as well as his indifferent feelings of letting go and entertaining himself with poetry and wine.

The first two sentences

Always write the illusion of ups and downs, very imposing. "Eternity" means "thinking about the Millennium", looking at the past and present; "Tianya" means "seeing through Wan Li" and experiencing everywhere. The poet seems to have realized the philosophy of social life from the rise and fall of history and the personal experience of reality, that is, time and space, vertical and horizontal: the rise and fall of dynasties, the gains and losses of heroes, like a dream, are fleeting. As he said in "Pu Tianle" and "Tao Qing": "North smoke and west tears, go to the old home first, break the tomb." "Poetic eye" is the poet's observation. The author has traveled all over Hunan, Hubei, Anhui, Jiangsu, Zhejiang and other provinces in the south of the Yangtze River. But throughout his life, he only worked as a Taoist official, a civil official in Yangzhou, a historian in Tonglu and a clerk in Kunshan. A word "tired" contains many hardships of running around, backward resentment, and the world is cold! No wonder he often sighs for this: "Who are you busy for?" ? West wind post horse, moon book lamp. Blue sky is difficult, red leaves are cold in Wujiang! "([Pu Tianle]" Autumn ") No wonder he is often indignant about this:" The difficulty of life is the mistake of Confucianism "; Half a paper reputation takes ten years. People sang Fu Liang's songs and presented Changmen Fu themselves. Who cares about shanzhai? " ([Qi Tianle has been wearing a red shirt]) It's so bumpy and sad that all the books and swords have fallen. How can I not be bored and miss home? The word "tired" has retired, leaving it for later; Tianya first replaced Konglin.

Three sentences of "Kong Lin"

Describing the eternal prosperity like a dream is also the income of the "poetic eye" who has experienced the "Tianya". Kong Lin is the graveyard of Confucius and his descendants. In the north of Qufu, Shandong Province, there are dense trees and flowers. "Wu Palace" refers to the palace extended by Fu Cha, King of Wu, and the famous tile palace (including wardrobe gallery, piano platform, etc. >; ; Later, it was burned by Yue, so it was located on Lingyan Mountain in Suzhou. It can also refer to the Forbidden City where Wu Dongjianye (now Nanjing) lived in the Three Kingdoms period. Li Bai's poem: flowers and plants in Wuguan bury a secluded path, and today clothes wear ancient hills. "(On Dengnan to Phoenix Terrace) can be proved." "Chu Temple": the ancestral temple of the State of Chu. Chu was founded in Danyang (now Zigui, Hubei); Later, he moved to Ying (now Jiangling). Three sentences are correct, which specifically confirms the philosophy that vicissitudes of life are like a dream: even if Confucius is a Confucian saint and the prince of Wu is an overbearing hero, is the country of Chu Temple peaceful now? There are only lush trees, barren creeping weeds and Western jackdaw in the west.

The sentence after "several rooms"

Write about the indifferent life in the secluded mountains, and write about the fun of entertaining yourself with poetry and wine. "Investing in providing for the aged": that is, getting old means getting old. "Songhua": Songhua, which can make wine. Caotang, Village Residence and In the Mountains not only pay enough attention to the topic of "the book in the mountains", but also highlight the seclusion and simplicity of the seclusion environment: there is no noise of the world of mortals, only the scenery of green hills and white clouds and ravines and nymphs, which is a pleasant destination after "world-weariness". "Collecting books", "brewing wine" and "frying tea" amuse themselves by writing poems and wine, and let go of the fun of free life. There are countless books to read, including inexhaustible pine flowers and springs. Drinking and writing poems, reading and drinking tea are enough to comfort me in my old age. Contact the author "Heroes don't compare with the poor" ("Qing Dongyuan" and "Ma Zhiyuan Zuyun"); "If you don't name it Qionglintang, you can't dream of Jingu Garden"; "The moon is boundless, and there are immortals on the sea" ([Narcissus] and "Two Rhymes"); Many confessions, such as "I owe Yizhou help the world, I asked Liu Ruan to drink and give up drinking, and I paid Du Li's debt for reciting poems" ("The First Hall Celebration" and "The Second Sour Zhai Yun"), can easily see this article: Isn't there an undercurrent of cynicism and pride in killing princes in the seemingly calm poetry wine?

The style of this song

First, the style is closer to the bold way;

Second, the language is relatively simple and straightforward, without allusions, expressing one's mind directly and leaving no residue. Structurally, it takes the time sequence as a clue, and writing can break the world situation and make you tired. When you are tired, you will return to the mountains. Feelings are also from thick to light, from anger to calm.

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