1. Travel notes in classical Chinese
Eight Notes of Yongzhou Liu Zongyuan's Travel Notes on Xishan Banquet.
Hengxuanli. If there is a time gap, then you can travel freely and travel long distances.
He and his disciples went up high mountains, into deep forests, and back to streams, where they could see secluded springs and strange rocks. When he arrives, he will sit on the grass, pour the pot and get drunk.
When drunk, they sleep together and sleep together. The meaning is extreme, and the dream is also of the same interest.
Arise when you wake up, and return when you rise. I thought that any abnormality in the mountains and rivers of the state was due to me, but I didn't realize the strangeness of Xishan.
On September 28th this year, I was sitting in the Western Pavilion of the Lotus and looking at the Western Mountains, and I started to notice something different. Then he ordered his servants to cross the Xiangjiang River, dye the edge of the stream, chop the hazelnuts, burn the grass, and go up to the high mountains.
If you climb up with a hand and fly with a skip, all the soil in several states will be under the skip mat. Its high and low momentum is as complicated as a cave, thousands of miles in size, and there is no way to escape.
The sky is green and white, and the sky and the outside are the same. Then I realized that this mountain is unique and not similar to Peiyuan. It is as long and graceful as Haoqi, but it cannot reach its end. It is as if it is swimming with the Creator and does not know its end.
After drinking a glass of wine, I became drunk and didn’t know the sun was coming. The pale twilight comes from afar, until I can't see anything, but I still don't want to go back.
The form of heart condensation is in harmony with all things. Then I realized that I had not started to travel towards it, but it had just begun, so I wrote about it with ambition.
It is Sui, the fourth year of Yuanhe. The story of Zhuanjuntan. Zhuanjuntan is located in western Shanxi.
At the beginning, the Gairan River rushed from the south, reached the mountains and rocks, and turned eastward. Stop; the foam forms a wheel, and then moves slowly. It is clear and flat, and has ten acres.
There are trees surrounding it and a spring hanging over it. There is a resident on it, so he is in urgent need of a visit. Once the money comes to the door, he will say: "I can't bear the accumulation of official rent and private bonds. Since I have moved to the mountain, I want to move to the mountain. I would like to trade the fields on the pond to alleviate the disaster." < /p>
It’s as enjoyable as it sounds. Then worship its platform, extend its threshold, and walk its spring to the high one and fall into the pool, and there will be a murmuring sound.
It is especially suitable to watch the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so as to see how high the sky is and how different the energy is. Who is happy to live in a foreign country and forget his homeland? Isn't this a good place for him? Drilling the West Hill of Juntan Pond. I remember that eight days after going to the west mountain, I looked for the northwest path of the mountain pass for 200 steps and found the Drilling Pond.
Twenty-five steps west of the pool, the weir beam is the one that is dredged by the rapids. There are hills above the beams with bamboo trees growing there.
There are almost countless people whose rocks shuddered in anger, carried the earth and came out, creating strange shapes. The ones that rush down in a row are like cattle and horses drinking in the stream; the ones that rush up in rows are like bears climbing up the mountain.
A hill is too small to cover an acre, it can be contained in a cage. Asked its owner, he said: "The Tang family abandoned the land, but the goods were not sold."
When asked about its price, he said: "Only four hundred." I sold it out of pity.
Li Shenyuan and Yuan Keji were traveling together at the same time, and they were all overjoyed. It was unexpected. That is to say, he took out more tools, shoveled the filthy grass, cut down the bad trees, and burned them with fierce fire.
The beautiful trees stand tall and the beautiful bamboos are exposed. Strange rocks appear.
Looking from it, one can see the height of the mountains, the floating clouds, the flowing streams, the flying birds and beasts, and the skilful and skillful movements that are performed in order to imitate those under the hills. Lying down on the mat, the cold and cold state corresponds to the eyes and ears, the bright and clear sound corresponds to the ears, the leisurely and imaginary one corresponds to the divine counsel, the deep and quiet one corresponds to the mind's counsel.
Those who arrive at a different place within ten days may not be able to get there even though they are people who love the past. Alas! With the victory of Ziqiu, the Feng, Hao, and Du, the nobles and tourists will compete to buy it, and the gold will increase day by day and become more and more unobtainable.
This is a state that has been abandoned now. Farmers and fishermen have passed over it and are poor. There are four hundred merchants who cannot sell it for consecutive years. But Shen Yuan, Ke Ji and I are only happy to have it, but the consequences will be unfortunate! The writing is on the stone, so what happened to Heziqiu.
To the Xiaoshitan in the West of Xiaoqiu Walking a hundred and twenty steps west of Xiaoqiu, across a bamboo field, I heard the sound of water, like a ring, and felt very happy. After cutting bamboo, we took the road and saw a small pool at the bottom. The water was particularly clear.
The whole stone is used as the bottom, and when it is near the shore, the stone bottom is rolled up to form a dike, an islet, a ridge, or a rock. Green trees and green vines are covered with swaying winds, scattered and scattered.
There are hundreds of fish in the pond, but they all seem to be swimming in the air and have nothing to rely on. The sun is clear, and the shadows are spread on the rocks, but they are motionless; they are far away, flitting back and forth, as if they are enjoying themselves with tourists.
Looking to the southwest of the pond, you can see the twists and turns of snakes, and you can see the light and death. Its shores are so different from each other that its origin cannot be known.
Sitting on the pool, surrounded by bamboo trees, it is so lonely and desolate, I feel desolate and desolate. Because the place was too clear to live in for a long time, I remembered it and left.
Traveling with him: Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, Yu Di Zongxuan. Those who were subordinated and followed were Cui's Erxiaosheng: "Forgive yourself" and "Fengyi".
The Yuan Family's Keme: Traveling ten miles from the southwest of Ranxi River, there are five things that are desirable in landscapes, none of which are the Drilling Pond. From the mouth of the stream to the west, we can travel by land. The best options are eighty-nine, most of which are Xishan.
From the southeast of Chaoyangyan to Wujiang River, there are three options, none of which are Yuanjia Thirsty. They are all beautiful and strange places forever.
In the dialect between Chu and Yue, the backflow of water is called "thirst". The top of the thirst is combined with the Gaozhang of Nanguan, and the bottom is combined with Baijiase.
Among them, there is a small stream in Chongzhou, a clear pool and shallow water, with twists and turns, the flat ones are dark ink, and the steep ones are boiling white. If the boat travels slowly, it will suddenly become endless.
There is a hill out of the water, all with beautiful rocks and green bushes growing on them, which is always beautiful in winter and summer. There are many rock words beside it, there are many white gravels under it, there are many trees including maple, heather, camphor pomelo, and orchid grass.
There are also strange flowers, which are like acacia and spread over the water and rocks. Every wind comes down from the four mountains, vibrating the big trees, covering the grass, red and green, and fragrant, rushing the waves and swirling, retreating into the valley, shaking the lush flowers, and passing by with time.
Most of them are like this, and there are countless others. Yongzhi people have never traveled around, and Yu Dezhi dare not focus on it, so he goes out and spreads it to the world.
The landowner is the Yuan family. Hence the name.
Notes on the Stone Canal: I couldn't walk a hundred steps southwest from the thirsty place, but I reached the stone canal and the people's bridge on it. There is a spring that is quiet and quiet, and its sound is sometimes loud and sometimes soft.
The width of the canal may be close to a foot, or it may be twice as wide, and its length may be ten steps. The flow reached the big rock and fell out from under it.
Going over the stone, there is a stone pool, a prosperous pu quilt, and green freshness surrounding it. Then he turned west and fell under a rock, then fell into a small pool in the north.
The area of ??the pond has been reduced by a hundred feet, and it is clear and deep, with many swift fishes. Then he went to the north and wandered for a long time. His gaze seemed to be endless, but he suddenly became thirsty.
On its sides are treacherous rocks, strange trees, strange flowers, and beautiful arrows, which can be lined up to sit in a row. The wind shakes its top and rhymes the cliffs and valleys.
Seeing is quiet, hearing is far away. I got it from Zhou Mu.
It is a pity that it has not yet been passed down, so I keep a record of its belongings, leave it to the person, and write down its Yang, so that those who can do good things in the future can find it easy.
On the eighth day of the first month of the seventh year of Yuanhe, the Ying Canal reached Dashi. On October 19, after crossing the stone, I found the small Shihong Pool, and the beauty of the canal began to end.
Story of Shijian The Shiqu is poor. It goes from the northwest of the bridge to the shadow of the earth mountain, and the people have no bridge. The water is as big as one third of the stone canal, with a flat stone base and reaches both ends.
Like a bed, like a hall, like a table, like a banquet. It is spread horizontally on it, flowing like weaving and sounding like playing a harp.
He went there, broke off the bamboos, swept away the old leaves, and cleared away the rotten wood, and he could live in the eighteen or nineteen-year-old Hu bed. The flow of communication and the exciting sounds are all under the bed; the water with green feathers and the stones with dragon scales all shade it.
The ancients. 2. Travel notes in classical Chinese
Eight Notes of Yongzhou Liu Zongyuan's Travel Notes on Xishan Banquet.
Hengxuanli. If there is a time gap, then you can travel freely and travel long distances.
He and his disciples went up high mountains, into deep forests, and back to streams, where they could see secluded springs and strange rocks. When he arrives, he will sit on the grass, pour the pot and get drunk.
When drunk, they sleep together and sleep together. The meaning is extreme, and the dream is also of the same interest.
Arise when you wake up, and return when you rise. I thought that any abnormality in the mountains and rivers of the state was due to me, but I didn't realize the strangeness of Xishan.
On September 28th this year, while sitting in the Western Pavilion of the Lotus and looking at the Western Mountains, I began to notice something different. Then he ordered his servants to cross the Xiangjiang River, dye the edge of the stream, chop the hazelnuts, burn the grass, and go up to the high mountains.
If you climb up with a hand and fly with a skip, all the soil in several states will be under the skip mat. Its high and low momentum is as complicated as a cave, thousands of miles in size, and there is no way to escape.
The sky is green and white, and the sky and the outside are the same. Then I realized that this mountain is unique and not similar to Peiyuan. It is as long and graceful as Haoqi, but it cannot reach its end. It is as if it is swimming with the Creator and does not know its end.
After drinking a glass of wine, I became drunk and didn’t know the sun was coming. The pale twilight comes from afar, until I can't see anything, but I still don't want to go back.
The form of heart condensation is in harmony with all things.
Then I realized that I had not started to swim towards it, but it had just begun, so I wrote about it with ambition.
It is Sui, the fourth year of Yuanhe. The story of Zhuanjuntan. Zhuanjuntan is located in western Shanxi.
At the beginning, the Gairan River rushed from the south, reached the mountains and rocks, and turned eastward. Stop; the foam forms a wheel, and then moves slowly. It is clear and flat, and has ten acres.
There are trees surrounding it and a spring hanging over it. There is a resident on it, so he is in urgent need of a visit. Once the money comes to the door, he will say: "I can't bear the accumulation of official rent and private bonds. Since I have moved to the mountain, I want to move to the mountain. I would like to trade the fields on the pond to alleviate the disaster." < /p>
It’s as enjoyable as it sounds. Then worship its platform, extend its threshold, and walk its spring to the high one and fall into the pool, and there will be a murmuring sound.
It is especially suitable to watch the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so as to see how high the sky is and how different the energy is. Who is happy to live in a foreign country and forget his homeland? Isn't this a good place for him? Drilling the West Hill of Juntan Pond. I remember that eight days after the Western Mountain, I searched for the northwest path of the mountain pass for 200 steps and found the Drilling Pond.
Twenty-five steps west of the pool, the weir beam is the one that is dredged by the rapids. There are hills above the beams, with bamboo trees growing there.
There are almost countless people whose rocks suddenly shuddered in anger, carried the earth and came out, creating strange shapes. The ones that rush down in a row are like cattle and horses drinking in the stream; the ones that rush up in rows are like bears climbing up the mountain.
A hill is too small to cover an acre, it can be contained in a cage. Asked its owner, he said: "The Tang family abandoned the land, but the goods were not sold."
When asked about its price, he said: "Only four hundred." I sold it out of pity.
Li Shenyuan and Yuan Keji were traveling together at the same time, and they were all overjoyed. It was unexpected. That is to say, he took out more tools, shoveled the filthy grass, cut down the bad trees, and burned them with fierce fire.
The beautiful trees stand tall and the beautiful bamboos are exposed. Strange rocks appear.
Looking from it, one can see the height of the mountains, the floating clouds, the flowing streams, the flying birds and beasts, and the skilful and skillful movements that are performed in order to imitate those under the hills. Lying down on the mat, the cold and cold state corresponds to the eyes and ears, the bright and clear sounds correspond to the ears, the leisurely and imaginary ones correspond to the divine counsels, and the deep and quiet ones correspond to the mind's counsels.
Those who arrive at a different place within ten days may not be able to get there even though they are people who love the past. Alas! With the victory of Ziqiu, the Feng, Hao, and Du, the nobles and tourists will compete to buy it, and the gold will increase day by day and become more and more unobtainable.
This is a state that has been abandoned now. Farmers and fishermen have passed over it and are poor. There are four hundred merchants who cannot sell it for consecutive years. But Shen Yuan, Ke Ji and I are only happy to have it, but the consequences will be unfortunate! The writing is on the stone, so what happened to Heziqiu.
To the Xiaoshitan in the West of Xiaoqiu Walking a hundred and twenty steps west of Xiaoqiu, across a bamboo field, I heard the sound of water, like a ring, and felt very happy. After cutting bamboo, we took the road and saw a small pool at the bottom. The water was particularly clear.
The whole stone is used as the bottom, and when it is near the shore, it is rolled up from the bottom to form a dike, an islet, a ridge, or a rock. Green trees and green vines are covered with swaying winds, scattered and scattered.
There are hundreds of fish in the pond, but they all seem to be swimming in the air and have nothing to rely on. The sun is clear, and the shadows are spread on the rocks, but they are motionless; they are far away, flitting back and forth, as if they are enjoying themselves with tourists.
Looking southwest of the pond, you can see the twists and turns of snakes, and you can see the light and death. Its shores are so different from each other that its origin cannot be known.
Sitting on the pool, surrounded by bamboo trees, it is so lonely and desolate, I feel desolate and desolate. Because the place was too clear, I couldn't stay there for a long time, so I remembered it and left.
Fellow travelers: Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, Yu Di Zongxuan. Those who followed were Cui's Erxiaosheng: "Forgive yourself" and "Fengyi".
Yuan Jia Ke's Memory: Traveling ten miles from the southwest of Ranxi River, there are five things that are desirable in landscapes, none of which are the Drilling Pond. From the mouth of the stream to the west, we can travel by land. The best options are eighty-nine, most of which are Xishan.
Traveling by water from the southeast of Chaoyang Rock to Wujiang River, there are three options, none of which are Yuanjia Thirsty. They are all beautiful and strange places forever.
In the dialect between Chu and Yue, the backflow of water is called "thirst". The top of the thirst is combined with the Gaozhang of Nanguan, and the bottom is combined with Baijiase.
Among them, there is a small stream in Chongzhou, a clear pool and shallow water, with twists and turns, the flat ones are dark ink, and the steep ones are boiling white. If the boat travels slowly, it will suddenly become endless.
There is a hill out of the water, all with beautiful rocks and green bushes growing on them, which is always beautiful in winter and summer. There are many rock words beside it, there are many white gravels under it, there are many trees including maple, heather and camphor pomelo, and the grass is orchid.
There are also strange flowers, which are like acacia and spread over the water and rocks. Every wind comes down from the four mountains, vibrating the big trees, covering the grass, red and green, and fragrant, rushing the waves and swirling, retreating into the valley, shaking the lush flowers, and passing by with time.
Most of them are like this, and there are countless others. Yongzhi people have never traveled around, and Yu Dezhi dare not focus on it, so he goes out and spreads it to the world.
The landowner is the Yuan family. Hence the name.
Notes on the Stone Canal: I couldn't walk a hundred steps southwest from the thirsty place, but I reached the stone canal and the people's bridge on it. There is a spring that is quiet and quiet, and its sound is sometimes loud and sometimes soft.
The width of the canal may be close to a foot, or it may be twice as wide, and its length may be ten steps. The flow reached the big rock and fell out from under it.
Going over the stone, there is a stone pool, a prosperous pu quilt, and green freshness surrounding it. Then he turned west and fell under a rock, then fell into a small pool in the north.
The area of ??the pond has been reduced by a hundred feet, and it is clear and deep, with many swift fishes. Then he went to the north and wandered for a long time. His gaze seemed to be endless, but he suddenly became thirsty.
On its sides are treacherous rocks, strange trees, strange flowers, and beautiful arrows, which can be lined up to sit in a row. The wind shakes its top and rhymes the cliffs and valleys.
Seeing is quiet, hearing is far away. I got it from Zhou Mu.
It is a pity that it has not yet been passed down, so I keep a record of its belongings, leave it to the person, and write down its Yang, so that those who can do good things in the future can find it easy.
On the eighth day of the first month of the seventh year of Yuanhe, the Ying Canal reached Dashi. On October 19, after crossing the stone, I found the small Shihong Pool, and the beauty of the canal began to end.
Story of Shijian The Shiqu is poor. It goes from the northwest of the bridge to the shadow of the earth mountain, and the people have no bridge. The water is as big as one third of the stone canal, with a flat stone base and reaches both ends.
Like a bed, like a hall, like a table, like a banquet. It is spread horizontally on it, flowing like weaving and sounding like playing a harp.
He went there, broke off the bamboos, swept away the old leaves, and cleared away the rotten wood, and he could live in the eighteen or nineteen-year-old Hu bed. The flow of communication and the exciting sounds are all under the bed; the water of green feathers and the stones of dragon scales are all there. 3. What are the travel notes in classical Chinese?
1. "Travel Notes from Manjing" Ming Dynasty: Yuan Hongdao The land of Yan is cold, and after the Flower Dynasty Festival, the lingering cold is still severe.
When the wind blows, the sand and gravel will fly. It's so cramped in a room that you can't get out of it.
Every time I ride in the wind, I often turn back in less than a hundred steps. On the twenty-second day, when the weather was slightly peaceful, I went out to Dongzhi with a few friends and arrived at Manjing.
The tall willow trees are covered with soil, and the soil is slightly moist. When you look at it, it is vast and empty, like a swan that has escaped from its cage. Then, the ice skin began to dissolve, and the waves suddenly became brighter, and the scales were layered, so clear that the bottom could be seen. The crystals were like a newly opened mirror and the cold light suddenly came out of the box.
The mountains are washed by the clear snow, and they are as beautiful as a test, and the beauty is bright, like the beautiful face of a beautiful girl with her hair in a bun. The wicker will be comfortable, the soft tip of the mantle will be soft, and the wheat field will be lightly covered with hair.
Although there are not many tourists, there are always people drinking tea from the spring, singing with lei, and riding in red clothes. Although the wind is strong, walking makes you sweat profusely.
Every bird exposed to the sand, sipping the scales of the waves, is leisurely and contented, and there is joy among the feathers and scales. It turns out that there is no spring outside the countryside, and those who live in the city don't know it.
This is the only official who can stop wandering and wander around, and just wander among the mountains, rocks, grass and trees. And this place is suitable for Yu, and Yu's journey will start from the beginning. How can evil be undisciplined? It is also the second month of Jihai.
2. "Travel Notes on Huangshan Mountain" Qing Dynasty: Qian Qianyi The wonders of mountains are springs, clouds and pines[1]. The water is more amazing than Bailongtan; the spring is more amazing than hot springs, both of which are located at the foot of the mountain.
Taoyuan Stream flows into Tangquan, Rushuiyuan and Baiyun Stream flow into Taohua Stream in the east, and Twenty-Four Streams all flow into the foot of the mountain. In the sky of the mountain, water fills its belly, and the water shoots and pours from the belly down. Therefore, there are springs at the foot of the mountain, but there are no springs on the mountain.
When the mountains are very high, thunderstorms are falling, and the clouds gather and come out, and when they return from the journey, they are all in the waist and waist. Every time I see the peaks in Tiandu, clouds grow like ribbons, and I cannot reach their tombs.
After a long time, the four sides merged, and the clouds covered the lower part, and the peak was outside the clouds. The clouds covering the sea look as wide as the sea, and suddenly they burst into pieces and disappear like a frightened rabbit.
The mountain is high above the clouds, the sky is vast, and the clouds are not attached to it, so it is beautiful. Above Tang Temple, the mountains are full of famous pine trees, juniper, torreya, cypress, and nan, with vines and sedge coverings, creating a deep shade.
Zhi Laoren Peak has many different cliffs, and there are many negative rocks. In the past, there were no trees that were not pine trees, and there were no pine trees that were not surprising: some had trunks as big as shins and roots that stretched out for acres; some had roots that were only ten feet long and sparse branches covering the roadside; some followed cliffs to climb ravines because they were as if they were suspended over a cliff. There are those who are crossing the seams, and there are those who collapse like side growth; there are those who are like pillars like feathers; there are those who are straight and straight like dragons; there are those who lie down and get up, then get up and lie down again; there are those who are horizontal and broken, and broken and then horizontal again. who.
To the left of Wenshu Monastery, on the back of the cloud ladder, and at the bottom of the mountain, there are pines standing on them, leaning against them and looking down at them, which is particularly strange. On the north cliff of Shixin Peak, a pine was covered by the south cliff, and its branches were used to support it. This is what is called the pine tree.
To the west, there is a huge stone screen. A pine tree is about three feet high and one acre wide. The curved trunk supports the stone cliff and penetrates from top to bottom. The stone is cracked in the middle and is tangled and grabbed. It is called a disturbing dragon pine. . The stalagmites and the alchemy platform have outstanding peaks and stones. They stand without branches or ridges. Each stone and pine are like hairpins on a head or a chariot with a cover. They are scattered into the clouds and look like a shepherd's purse from a distance. They are strange and strange. You can't use famous quotes.
Pine has no soil and uses stone as soil. Its body, skin and trunk are all stone. It nourishes the clouds and rain, kills the frost and snow, stimulates Qiao's vitality, and binds the ancients. It is almost the same as golden ointment, green medicine, and spiritual grass. It is also an extraordinary plant.
Isn’t it ugly if Gu Yu cuts it and takes it, making it into a basin to play with? Crossing the ladder to the east, there is a long pine tree, a ground struck by lightning, spanning dozens of feet, with scales and hyenas spreading angrily, and those who pass by will cherish it. Yu smiled and said: "The creator of this drama turned it upside down and made it last for hundreds of thousands of years. He didn't know how to harvest the fungus and make it a wonder.
The flower sellers from Wu picked up The old branches of the plum trees are bent and knotted, and the flowers in the vase are the special ones to praise each other. Is this a pine tree, and it is also the same as the broken branches of creation? "After a thousand years, there will be someone who smiles at my words.
3. "Night Tour of Chengtian Temple" Northern Song Dynasty: Su Shi On the night of October 12th, the sixth year of Yuanfeng, I undressed and was about to fall asleep. When the moonlight came into my house, I happily set off. Thinking of nothing and being happy, I went to Chengtian Temple to look for Zhang Huaimin.
Huai Min also stayed up and walked with each other in the atrium. Under the courtyard, the sky looks like accumulated water, with algae and waterlilies intertwined in the water, covered with bamboo and cypress shadows.
What night is there without a moon? Where are there no bamboos or cypresses? But there are few idle people like the two of us. 4. "Looking at the Snow in the Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake" Ming Dynasty: Zhang Dai In December of the fifth year of Chongzhen, Yu lived in the West Lake.
There was heavy snow for three days, and the sound of people and birds in the lake was uncanny. The day was fixed. I took a small boat, held my lavender clothes and had a fire, and went to the pavilion in the middle of the lake to watch the snow alone.
The rime is foggy, and the sky, clouds, mountains and water are all white. The shadows on the lake are only a trace of the long dike, a small pavilion in the center of the lake, a mustard with the boat in the boat, and two or three grains of people in the boat.
(Yuna, 1st work: Yu Na) Arriving at the pavilion, there were two people spread out on a felt and sitting opposite each other, and a boy was making wine while the stove was boiling. When he saw Yu, he was overjoyed and said, "How can there be more people like this in the lake?" He pulled Yu to drink with him.
Yu Qiang drank three large whites and said goodbye. When asked about his surname, he was from Jinling and was visiting here.
Before getting off the boat, Zhouzi murmured: "Don't say that you are an idiot, there are even more idiots who are as idiotic as your husband!" 5. "The Story of Xiaoshicheng Mountain" Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan came from the north of Xishan Road and crossed Huangmaoling. Going down, there are two paths: one goes out to the west, but nothing can be found; the other goes north and east, no more than 40 feet long. The soil is cut off and divided into rivers, and there are piled stones across the wall. On top of it is the shape of a beam and a wooden beam; next to it is a fort, with a door like a door. When you look into the darkness, you throw a small stone into the hole, and you can hear the sound of water in the hole. The sound is very exciting and has lasted for a long time.
You can go up in the ring, but you can see far away. Without soil, beautiful trees and beautiful arrows grow, which are strange and strong.
The sparseness and loftiness are similar to those provided by wise men. Alas! I have doubted whether the Creator has existed for a long time, and the more I think about it, the more I believe it exists.
Also blame it for not being a Zhongzhou, but a barbarian, and not being able to sell it for thousands of years. It is hard work but useless. If the gods are not suitable for this, then the result will be nothing? Or it may be said: "Those who humiliate themselves here in order to comfort their husbands and virtuous people." Or it may be said: "The spirit of his energy is not a great man, but only a thing. Therefore, there are few people and many rocks in the south of Chu."
< p> It's both, I don't believe it. 4. Please help me write an ancient article about recreationI walked west from Xiaoqiu a hundred and twenty paces, separated by bamboos, heard the sound of water, like a ring, and felt very happy.
After cutting bamboo, you can see a small pool at the bottom, the water is especially clear. The whole stone is used as the bottom, and when it is near the shore, it is rolled up from the bottom to form a dike, an island, a ridge, and a rock.
Green trees and vines, swaying and scattered. There are hundreds of fish in the pond, and they all seem to be swimming in the sky with no support.
The sun is shining brightly, and the shadows are spread on the rocks, but they are still; they are far away, and they come and go. It seems to be enjoying itself with tourists.
Looking southwest of the pond, you can see the twists and turns of snakes, and you can see the light and death. Its shores are so different from each other that its origin cannot be known.
Sitting on the pool, surrounded by bamboo trees, it is so lonely and desolate, I feel desolate and desolate. Because the place was too clear, I couldn't stay there for a long time, so I remembered it and left.
Fellow travelers: Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, Yu Di Zongxuan. Those who followed were Cui's Erxiaosheng: "Forgive yourself" and "Fengyi".
5. A 200-word travel note in classical Chinese
The wind was gentle and the sky was clear and clear. I went to Hongshan Park with my parents to play. Hongshan Park has wonderful scenery and a rich aroma of books, making the historical sites and modern buildings harmoniously blend together. In addition to the thrilling recreational facilities, it is favored by the citizens of Urumqi. The Red Mountain is also the iconic landscape of Urumqi. It is more than 900 meters high and is known as "red" due to its purple sandstone structure and ocher-red appearance. The name of "Mountain". The appearance of the Red Mountain is like a giant dragon lying across the Western Mountain, with its head protruding from the Urumqi River. The three of us went to the park and looked around, all green. We walked through it, visited the Great Buddha Temple, and took photos. In front of the door, we went to the Ferris wheel. We sat on the Ferris wheel and looked out the window. The scenery was pleasant and the field of vision was unique. My mother was afraid of heights, so she closed her eyes tightly and held on to my arm. Her timidity made me laugh. After a while, as for the top of Hongshan, I saw the statue of Lin Zexu standing here, with a tripod standing next to it, called the "Bronze Cauldron for Prohibition of Drugs". Going up a little, you can see the top of Hongshan - Hongshan Tower. Its brick-red appearance is similar to After taking pictures, we walked down the road. As for the "Underground Palace", which is more than 400 meters long, it is eerie and terrifying. The statues have ferocious eyes. The scenes described are all about the cycle of life and death, karma, retribution, heart dissection, or gouging out. Eyes. The further you enter, the more chilly you feel, and the horrible sights and ghostly sounds make you more frightened. When you come out of the underground palace, you feel deeply. Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. This is the principle from ancient times. Siwu The trip to Red Mountain was truly enjoyable and fulfilling. 6. What are some classical Chinese texts that describe travel?
1. "The Story of Xiaoshitan" by Liu Zongyuan Original text: Walking west from Xiaoqiu a hundred and twenty paces, across a bamboo field, I heard the sound of water, like a ring ring, and felt very happy.
After cutting bamboo, you can see a small pool at the bottom, the water is especially clear. The whole stone is used as the bottom, and when it is near the shore, it is rolled up from the bottom to form a dike, an island, a ridge, and a rock.
Green trees and vines, swaying and scattered. There are hundreds of fish in the pond, all of them seem to be swimming in the sky with nothing to rely on. The sunlight is clear and shadows are spread on the rocks.
If you don't move, you will pass away far away, coming and going suddenly. It seems to be enjoying itself with tourists.
Translation: Walking one hundred and twenty steps west from a hill, through the bamboo forest, you can hear the sound of water, which is very much like the sound of the accessories people wear. Feeling happy in my heart, I cut a piece of bamboo and opened a path. Walking along the road, I saw a pool of water, which was particularly cool.
The bottom of the stone is close to the shore. Some parts of the stone are exposed out of the water and become highlands, islands, rocks and other shapes in the water. The number is green and green, covering the meridians, intertwined with each other, uneven, and fluttering in the wind. There are more than a hundred fish swimming around in the pool. When the sun shines down, the shadows of the fish are reflected on the rocks, motionless. , and suddenly swam far away, coming and going, as if they were having fun with the people playing.
(In the first year of Yongzhen reign of Emperor Shunzong of the Tang Dynasty, Liu Zongyuan cut bamboos and took roads, traveled to see mountains and rivers, and expressed his mood at that time by describing the scenery.) 2. Excerpt from Ouyang Xiu's "The Drunkard Pavilion": Ruofu in the woods at sunrise The sky is falling, the clouds are returning and the caves are dark, and the changes in darkness are like morning and evening in the mountains.
The wild fields are fragrant and fragrant, the beautiful trees are beautiful but dark, the wind and frost are noble, the water falls and the rocks emerge, these are the four seasons in the mountains. Going in the morning and returning at dusk, the scenery in the four seasons is different, and the joy is endless.
Translation: The sun comes out, the fog in the woods disperses, the clouds come in, the mountains are dark or bright, the beautiful scenery in the mountains and forests in the morning and evening, the wild grasses bloom, emitting a fragrant aroma, the trees are lush and leafy , forming a rich green shade, the sky is high and the air is crisp, and the rocks are exposed under the water. The scenery is different in four seasons, and the fun is endless. (A prose written by Ouyang Xiu, a writer in the Northern Song Dynasty. In the fifth year of Qingli reign of Emperor Renzong of the Song Dynasty, Ouyang Xiu went to Chuzhou to serve as the governor for two years. The Drunkard Pavilion describes the beautiful scenery of the governor.)
3. Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower" 》Excerpt: I observed my husband Baling's victory in a lake in Dongting. It holds the distant mountains and swallows the Yangtze River. It is a vast and boundless river. The sunrise and dusk are overcast, and the weather is endless.
This is the grand view of Yueyang Tower, which has been prepared by predecessors. However, it is connected to Wu Gorge in the north and Xiaoxiang in the South Pole. Migrant poets and poets often meet here, and the feeling of looking at the things is the same? Translation: I watched the beautiful scenery of Baling County, at Dongting Lake.
In the distance are mountains, which swallow water from the Yangtze River. They are vast and boundless. The weather changes throughout the day, and there are many things to see.
This is the scenery of Yueyang Tower, which has been described in detail by predecessors. To the north is the Wu Gorge, and to the south are the Xiaoshui River and the Xiangshui River. Poets coming and going gather here to enjoy the scenery and express their feelings, right? (Fan Zhongyan, a writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, was invited to write "The Story of Yueyang Tower") 4. Excerpt from Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection": It is a sunny day, the air is clear, and the wind is gentle and gentle.
Looking up at the vastness of the universe and looking down at the abundance of categories, wandering your eyes and wandering your mind is enough to provide you with great visual and auditory entertainment, which is a joy to behold. Translation: On this day, the weather is clear and fresh, and the wind is warm and cheerful. Looking up, the sky is boundless. Looking down, the land is vast and the things are abundant. It is fun to play and enjoy music. It is so happy. (p> Zhong, the so-called front hole.
Five or six miles up the mountain, there is a cave that is slim and very cold when you enter it. If you ask about its depth, you will find it difficult for those who like to swim. It is called the back cave. Translation: There is a cave going down from here. It is flat and spacious, with mountain springs flowing out. Many people visit here and write inscriptions. This is the front cave. There is a cave five or six miles up the mountain. It looks deep. If you want to explore the depth, you will like exploring. People may not reach the end, which is the back hole.
(Wang Anshi of the Northern Song Dynasty visited Baochan Mountain on his way home and wrote a travel note.) 6. Excerpt from Yuan Hongdao's "Travel Notes of Manjing": On the 22nd, the weather was slightly peaceful, so I went out to Dongzhi with a few friends, and arrived at Full well.
The tall willow trees are covered with soil, and the soil is slightly moist. The sky is wide and spacious, like a swan that has escaped from its cage. Translation: The weather was warm on the 22nd. I went out to Dongzhimen with some friends to Manjing.
The willow tree is very tall and is located beside the embankment. The land is moist and it used to be open and cheerful, like a swan. (Manjing was a scenic spot in the suburbs of Beijing during the Ming and Qing Dynasties. It was a travel sketch written by the author Yuan Hongdao.)
7. Excerpt from Qian Qianyi's "Travel Notes on Huangshan": When the mountain is extremely high, thunderstorms will fall. , the clouds gathered together and came back from the journey, all in the waist and waist. Every time I see the peaks in Tiandu, clouds grow like ribbons, and I cannot reach their tombs.
After a long time, the four sides merged, and the clouds covered the lower part, so the peak was outside the clouds. The clouds covering the sea look as wide as the sea, and suddenly they burst into pieces and disappear like a frightened rabbit.
The mountain is high above the clouds, the sky is vast, and the clouds are not attached to it, so it is beautiful. Translation: Huangshan Mountain is very high. Clouds gush out from the mountain. After traveling, I return to the mountain. They are all on the mountainside. I see the peaks. The white clouds are like ribbons and cannot reach the top. After a while, the clouds fill the sky and cover the sky. The peaks are visible. On the white clouds, the clouds spread out, looking like the sky and the sea, and then spread out again, like wild ducks and rabbits, running away without a trace in an instant. Huangshan Mountain stood outside the clouds, the sky was vast, and the clouds had no place to rely on.
8. Excerpt from Liu Zongyuan's "Little Rock City Mountain Notes": From the north of Xishan Road, crossing Huangmaoling and going down, there are two roads: one goes out to the west, but there is nothing to find; the other is a little north and east. , only forty feet long, the earth is cut off and the river is divided, and there are piled stones across its walls. Translation: Walk all the way north from the Xishan intersection, cross Huangmaoling and go down. There are two roads. One is towards the west. There is nothing when you walk there. The other is north to the east. Less than 40 feet away, the road is blocked. A river blocks it, and stone rungs are at the end of the road.
(Liu Zongyuan wrote this while traveling after he served as Sima in Yongzhou.) 9. Excerpt from Su Shi's "Night Tour of Chengtian Temple": The courtyard looks like accumulated water, empty and clear, with algae and cypresses in the water, covered with bamboo and cypress. Shadow also.
What night is there without a moon? Where are there no bamboos or cypresses? Translation: The moonlight shines under the courtyard, as transparent as if it were filled with clear water. The seaweed in the water is crisscrossed, which turns out to be the shadow of bamboo and cypress trees.
(Su Shi described the scenery of Huangzhou tourism.).