Autumn in Ren Xu, looking forward to July, perilla and her guests are boating under the Red Cliff. The breeze blows gently and the water can't reach the surface. Raise a glass to propose a toast to one's companions, recite articles related to the moon, and sing praises to chapters. Not long after, the moon rose from Dongshan, hovering between the Big Dipper and the cow. Milky white fog across the river, clear water. Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross the boundless river. Vast as the wind in Feng Xu, I don't know where it ends; Floating like an independent world, feathering into a fairy.

At this time, he was very happy to drink, slapping the ship's rail with his hand and singing. The song says: "Gui Gui is like a blue paddle, striking the sky and tracing the streamer. I am pregnant, and I hope that beauty is on one side. " Guests have oral sex and rely on songs to make peace. Its voice is full of resentment, longing, crying and complaining, and the lingering sound is endless. It can make the dragon dance in the deep valley and make the widow in the lonely boat cry.

Perilla was very sad and sat in danger and asked the guest, "What is it?" The guest said, "The moon stars are rare, and blackbirds fly south. Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking at Xiakou in the west and Wuchang in the east, the mountains and rivers are misty and gloomy. Isn't this because Meng Zhizhi was trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou and went down to Jiangling, downstream to the east. He was thousands of miles long, wearing a flag, drinking wine and singing poems across the river, and became a hero in the world. Now, where is he? My son and I are fishing on the river, making friends with fish, shrimp and elk, keeping a boat and keeping bottles for each other. It's a drop in the ocean to send a mayfly into the earth. Mourn a moment in my life and admire the infinity of the Yangtze River. Fly with the flying fairy, hold the bright moon, and grow up. I know that it is impossible to get it suddenly, but I hate Taiwan. "

Perilla said, "Do you know my husband's water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has never been there; If you are full of emptiness, the dead will not ebb and flow. Gai must view it from its changers, then heaven and earth can't be in an instant; If you look at it from its unchangeable point of view, then things are infinite to me, so why envy them! Besides, between heaven and earth, everything has its own owner, not mine, so I will take it for nothing. However, the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains are empty to the ear and beautiful when they meet. They are inexhaustible and inexhaustible treasures of the creator. My son and I are suitable. "

So the companion smiled happily, wiped the cup clean again and poured it again. All the dishes have been eaten, and the cups and plates are in a mess. Sleeping on the boat, hugging each other, I know the horizon has turned white.

Translation:

In autumn in Ren Xu, on July 16th, Su Shi and his friends went boating in Chibi. The breeze blows gently, but the waves are quiet. Raise a glass to propose a toast to your partner, recite articles related to the bright moon and praise this chapter. In a short time, the bright moon rises from the back of Dongshan Mountain and hovers between Dousu and Niusu. White fog crosses the river, and clear water connects the sky. Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross it. Vast (my feelings), vast (my feelings), just like riding the wind out of thin air, but I don't know where to stop, floating like a mortal, detached from independence, and becoming an immortal into a fairyland.

At this time, I drank happily and knocked on the ship's rail with my hand. Sang Song: "Guimu boat, vanilla paddle, facing the empty waves, my heart is far away, and I want Iraqis in the end of the world. There are guests who can play the flute, and the flute is accompanied by songs in rhythm. The flute makes a "whoop" sound, like sadness, like missing, like crying, and like talking. The ending is sad, tactfully and long, like a continuous filament. Can make the dragon in the deep valley dance for it, can make the widow in the lonely boat cry.

Su Shi looked sad, so he adjusted his clothes and sat up and asked the guest, "Why is the flute so sad?" The guest replied: "The moon stars are rare, and birds fly south. Isn't this a poem by Cao Gong and Meng De? " You can see Xiakou in the west and Wuchang in the east. Mountains and rivers are contiguous, full of green. Isn't this the place where Cao Mengde was besieged by Zhou Yu? At the beginning, Jingzhou was captured, Jiangling was captured, and it went down the Yangtze River. His warships stretched for thousands of miles, covered the sky with flags, drank by the river and recited poems with spears. He is indeed a lean man of the present age, but where is he today? What's more, you and I are fishing and chopping wood on the water island by the river, keeping company with fish and shrimp and being friends with elk. (We) drove the boat and raised cups to toast each other. (We) are in a world as vast as a mayfly and as small as a millet in the sea. Sigh that our life is only a short moment, and envy the endless Yangtze River. (I want to) travel around the world hand in hand with the gods, embrace the bright moon and live forever. I know that these things can't be obtained repeatedly, but I just trust them in the sad autumn wind. "

I asked, "Do you know this water and the moon? Just like this river, it has not really passed away; The round time is like this month, but it doesn't increase or decrease in the end. It can be seen that from the changeable side of things, there is no moment between heaven and earth; From the unchangeable side of things, everything is as endless as one's own life. What is there to envy? Besides, between heaven and earth, everything belongs to it, and if it is not what it should be, it won't even get a penny. Only when the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains reach your ears can you hear the sound and draw all kinds of colors when you enter your eyes. No one will forbid you to get these things, and you never have to do your best to enjoy them. This is an inexhaustible treasure of the creator, and you and I can share it together.

The guest smiled happily, cleaned the glass and filled it with wine. All the vegetables and fruits have been eaten, except the cups and plates on the table. (Perilla and her companions) are sleeping on each other's pillows on the boat, and before you know it, the sky has turned white.