Original text and translation

"Ode to Su Shi at the Later Red Cliff"

It is 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.

As soon as the frost and dew fell, all the leaves fell off.

The human figures are on the ground, looking up at the bright moon, looking at it and enjoying it, and singing to each other.

(On the evening of October 15th, Renxu year, I set out from Xuetang and prepared to return to Linquan.

Two guests followed me and walked through the yellow mud. Ban.

At this time, the frost and dew had fallen, and the leaves had completely fallen.

I looked up and saw the bright moon. We looked at each other very much. Pleased with the scenery, they recited poems and responded to each other as they walked.

)

Then he sighed and said: "There are guests but no wine, there is wine but no food, the moon is white and the wind is clear, it is such a good night." "What?" The guest said, "Today at dusk, I caught a fish with a big mouth and thin scales, which looks like a bass from the Songjiang River." Did Gu An get some wine?

The woman said: "I have a bucket of wine, which I have hid for a long time, just in case my son needs it."

So she took the wine and fish and swam under the Red Cliff again.

The river flows with sound, and the broken bank is a dry foot long.

The mountains are high and the moon is small, but the truth is clear.

The sun and the moon once were as geometric as they were, but the country and the mountains cannot be recognised.

(After a while, I couldn't help but sigh and said: "With guests but no wine, with wine but no food, the moon is so bright and the wind is so clear, how can we spend this wonderful night?" A The guest said: "At dusk just now, I cast a net and caught a fish. It had a big mouth and small scales. It looked like a bass from Songjiang.

But where can I get wine? I I went home to find a solution to my wife.

My wife said, "I have a good bottle of wine that I have kept for a long time. Use it to prepare for your immediate needs.

So I brought the wine. and fish, and then go for a boat ride under Red Cliff.

The water of the Yangtze River is roaring, and the mountains on the river bank are as high as a thousand feet.

The mountains are high and the moon is bright. Small.

The water level is low, and the rocks that were originally in the water are also exposed.

The appearance of the country has changed so much that it is no longer recognizable.

)

Zi Nai took his clothes and climbed up, walking on the rocks, covered with velvet, perched on tigers and leopards, climbed on horned dragons, climbed on the dangerous nests of falcons, and looked down at Feng Yi's secluded palace. The two guests couldn't follow.

There was a sudden roar, the grass and trees shook; the mountains roared and the valley responded, and the wind and water surged.

I was also quiet and sad, solemn and frightened. He couldn't stay.

Instead, he boarded the boat and let it stop.

(I picked up the hem of my clothes and walked ashore. On the precipitous cliffs, push aside the messy weeds, sit on the rocks that look like tigers and leopards and rest for a while, then climb up the ancient trees with curved branches shaped like horned dragons, climb up the big trees where birds of prey live, and look down to see the water palace of the water god Feng Yi. The two guests could not follow.

Suddenly there was a clear and long sound. The grass and trees seemed to be shaken by the sharp sound. The mountains also roared and the valleys echoed. , the wind picked up, and the river surged.

In this situation, I also felt silently sad, nervous, and almost afraid, feeling that I could no longer stay here.

Return to the river and get on the boat, push the boat to the center of the river, and let it drift wherever it goes to rest.

)

It’s almost midnight, and I look around at the loneliness.

A lone crane came across the river from the east, its wings were like wheels, and it was wearing silk clothes. It roared loudly and flew towards the boat to the west.

After a while, the guests left, and I followed them. Sleeping.

Dream - Taoist priest, in fluttering feathers, passed by Lingao, bowed to me and said, "Are you having fun at Red Cliff?" Asked for his name, he bowed and refused to answer.

Woohoo! I know it.

In the past night, whoever flew past me was not a son? The Taoist priest laughed, but I was also shocked.

Open an account and look at it, but you can’t see it.

(It was almost midnight, and I looked around, feeling calm and empty.

There happened to be a white crane flying across the river from the east.

With its wings spread as big as a wheel, it was wearing a black skirt and white clothes, and it made a long, sharp cry and flew westward past my boat.

(After landing, return home) After a while, the guest left.

I dreamed of a Taoist priest walking briskly under Lingao. He bowed to me and said, "This trip to Chibi is very enjoyable. ?" I asked him his name, but he lowered his head and didn't answer.

Oh my! I know.

It wasn't you who flew over my boat while shouting last night. The Taoist priest turned around and smiled at me.

I opened the door and couldn’t see it anymore.

Comments on Hou Chibi Fu:

It is Wang (Wang: the 15th day of each month in the lunar calendar.

) in October of the same year.

I am walking from the snow hall. Returned to Lingao.

The two guests Cong (Cong: follow, follow.

) passed the yellow mud slope (Ban: hillside.

).

The frost and dew have fallen, the leaves have fallen off, and the figures are on the ground. Looking up at the bright moon, Gu (Gu: Look.

) and enjoy it, singing and singing in reply.

Already (Already: soon.

) sighed and said: "There are guests but no wine, 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, he lifted the net and caught a fish with a big mouth and thin scales, like a perch in the Songjiang River.

Gu (Gu: visit.

) Ansuo (Ansuo: here refers to the place where you live.

) Do you want to drink? "Go back and plan.

.

) Woman.

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 I brought it with me Wine and fish, swimming under the Red Cliff again.

The river flows with sound, and the bank is broken for thousands of feet; the mountain is high and the moon is small, and the water falls and rocks are revealed.

The sun and the moon were as geometric as the sun and the moon, but the mountains and rivers cannot be recognized again (knowledge: pronounced as zhì, remember.

).

Yu Nai took a photo (photographed: organized.

) of clothes and shoes (footed: stepped on.

) of Yanyan (剉yan: a high and dangerous rock.

巉, pronounced as chán.

), Phi (Phi: to separate.

) Meng (Meng: to cover.

) Antler (antler: here refers to weeds.

), 踞 (踞: squatting.

) Tigers and leopards, climbing horned dragons, climbing on dangerous nests of falcons, leaning over Feng Yi ( Feng Yi: The legendary water god

) of the Palace of the Dead.

The two guests cannot follow each other.

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 (quietly: a sad look.

) and sad, awe-inspiring (quietly: a quiet look.

) and scared ( Rin: The look of fear

) It seems that I can’t stay.

Anti (Anti: same as "hui", return.

) and board the boat, let it go in the middle of the stream, and wait until it stops.

It was almost midnight, and I looked around in loneliness.

Shi (Shi: just right.

) There is a lone crane crossing the river from the east.

The wings are like wheels. jiá, an onomatopoeic word.

) Then it roared and swept (sweeped: gently brushed or brushed.

) The boat headed west.

Xuyu (Xuyu: a moment, a while.

) After the guest left, I fell asleep.

I dreamed of a Taoist priest, with fluttering feathers (fluttering: brisk and elegant.

), passing under Lingao, bowed to me and said, "How about enjoying yourself in Red Cliff?" When asked his name, he bowed his head and did not answer.

p> ) At night, if someone flies by me, is he not a son? "The Taoist smiled and I was frightened (夤: pronounced as wù, wake up.

).

Open an account and look at it, but you can’t see it.

Appreciation

Tang Geng of the Song Dynasty believed that "the two poems of Dongpo's "Red Cliff" have been washed forever, and if you want to be able to imitate one of their words, you will never get it in this life."

Ba Jin once said that reading "Ode to the Former Red Cliff" can give people a kind of unrestrained, magical and unworldly beauty; similarly, reading "Ode to the Later Red Cliff" can also bring us into a Taoran world. A world of freedom where you can forget your worries and adapt to the circumstances.

The full text describes in chronological order the experience of my revisit to Chibi with my guests. The scenes blend together, the virtual and the real are intertwined, and the Zen interest is far away.

The first paragraph describes the situation before climbing Red Cliff, explaining the time, whereabouts, companions, and climate.

The author uses concise pen and ink to describe the moonscape on an autumn night, pointing out the origin of the trip to Red Cliff.

"The leaves are all falling off" describes the heavy autumn frost and the strong autumn wind.

"The figure is on the ground" contrasting with the brightness of the lonely moon.

"Looking at it and enjoying it, singing and singing to each other" describes the contentment and contentment of my travel companions and me who understand each other and are intoxicated.

How to enjoy such beautiful scenery of "white moon and clear wind"? Then he wrote down the regret of "no wine and no food".

The word "sigh" is written in it, which is in contrast to the word "le" in the previous text.

Then he made another move, using the words of a guest or a woman, to explain the good fish and old wine, and to write off the previous complaints, he felt extremely comfortable.

The bright moon is in the sky, the guest knows my heart, the wife understands my wishes, and I can enjoy myself to the fullest, wouldn’t it be wonderful! This is another reverse decline from the "sigh" in the previous article, which is the most wonderful thing!

The next paragraph is about visiting Chibi again with the guests.

The author writes about the scene he saw while boating under the red cliff. In just sixteen words, he expresses both sound and form, and his spirit is high.

"The river has a sound, and the shore is broken thousands of feet" describes a thrilling scene of crashing waves, violent waves, rugged rocks, and canine teeth, giving people a magnificent and majestic beauty. And "The mountains are high, the moon is small, and the rocks are revealed when the water falls" shows a soft and beautiful artistic conception of high mountains spitting out the moon, clear light, river tides receding, and towering reefs.

"The sun and the moon were as old as the sun and the moon, but the mountains and rivers can no longer be recognized." This sentence is lyrical and expresses the rapid changes of natural scenery, implying the shortness of life in this world.

The third paragraph describes my experience of climbing cliffs and dangerous rocks and letting a boat float freely on the river.

The series of verbs "lu", "drape", "ju", "climb", "climb" and "bend" express my impatience and excitement to see the panoramic view of Red Cliff on an autumn night. , showing the frankness and persistence of "an old man chatting with a teenager".

"Two guests cannot follow me" contrasts with my independent attitude, which naturally gives rise to a sense of self-confidence and pride.

Then write about the unrestrained and unrestrained behavior of climbing high, looking into the distance, and roaring to the sky, as well as the sadness and fear that arose when touching the scene.

"Quietly", "Awe-inspiring" and "Awe-inspiring" express the emotional fluctuations layer by layer.

This is a place of ups and downs, from joy to sorrow to fear.

Then he writes about boarding a boat and drifting with the current, listening to its leisurely calmness, and then returning to peace and tranquility. This is another ups and downs.

The last paragraph writes about what I saw in the middle of the night and my night dream when I returned home.

The author uses ethereal words to create an outstanding image of a lone crane, expressing his ambition not to conform to the world.

I also used romantic imagination to write about my encounters and conversations with Taoist priests in my dreams, which revealed a kind of open-mindedness that is indifferent to the world.

The Taoist priest in "flying feathers", the lonely crane in "Xuan Shang and silk clothes", and "I" are a trinity, both real and illusory, which makes people's minds wander to the extremes and wander far and wide.

"The Taoist priest laughs, and I am also shocked to realize." Between "laughing" and "enlightening", the hardships and pains of life seem to be temporarily relieved.

The concluding sentence "Looking at it but not seeing it" is about the reality after waking up from a dream. Between the reality of nature and the nothingness of fantasy, the author seems to have forgotten all the troubles and struggles in the world. The traumatized soul was soothed and became transcendent in an instant.

This poem ends abruptly when the author wakes up from a dream, leaving a blank space for readers to explore and explore, which is a wonderful way to find a winding path.

No wonder Jin Shengtan said this after reading Su Dongpo's "Ode to the Later Red Cliff": "There are no cranes, no Taoist priests, no fish, no wine, no Red Cliff, only a bright and empty space.

p>

"Su Shi once wrote a poem: "I have lived my whole life without leaving anything behind, and I have learned the Zen of forgetting my home at home" ("To Wu De and Jane Chen Jichang"), "The clouds and clear mornings and evenings have been renewed several times, and I have devoted myself to the void. .

It’s okay to return without intention, the white clouds are still like the people who forget the clouds.

This kind of emptiness is the poet’s support for the misery, overcoming the difficulties, and settling down. In the soul, this is the projection of the author's Zen view.

On the surface, the full text is about the joy of visiting Red Cliff, but in fact it is a tortuous way to vent the depression of a relegated life, and at the same time, it is also a vivid interpretation of one's philosophy of life.

The main theme of the article is music, with ups and downs of emotion, elegance and beauty.

Just as Su Shi said: "My writings are like thousands of dendrobium springs. They can come out in any place. They gurgling on the flat ground, even if they travel thousands of miles in a day, there will be no difficulty.

And its relationship with the mountains and rocks. The twists and turns follow the shape of things, but cannot be known.

What can be known is always done in the right way, and always stops at the end.

"Self-evaluation" "Yan". "Xi Ci Preface" says: "Gai Dongpo was always upright and straightforward, so his writing was like his life.

" Su Shi wrote this when he was demoted to Huangzhou in the fifth year of Yuanfeng, Shenzong of the Song Dynasty (1082). Fu, from this article, we can clearly feel the happy-go-lucky mentality and broad-minded and cheerful mind.