1, "into the wine"
Author: Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .
Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.
Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly.
Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me.
What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up.
Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.
Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners
Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .
A swift horse with five flowers and a golden autumn, give them to the boy in exchange for wine and share eternal sadness with you.
Translation:
You see the Yellow River falling from the sky, and the waves rolled straight into the East China Sea, never to return.
You can see white hair in the mirror of the Tang Dynasty, moss in the morning and snowflakes at night.
When you are proud of your life, you should enjoy yourself, and don't let the golden cup be empty to the bright moon.
God has made me useful, even if I run out of gold, I will get it again.
Let's enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle. Don't drink too much of his 300 cups at a time.
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, drink quickly and don't stop.
I want to sing a song for all my friends here. Please listen carefully.
It is not uncommon for Chinese music food to be so rich. I'd rather get drunk than stay awake forever.
Sages and benevolent people have been silent since ancient times, and only those who are good at drinking leave a good reputation.
At that time, Wang Chen and Cao Zhi feasted, and a barrel of fine wine was worth ten thousand yuan, so they drank as much as they could.
Master, why do you say there is not much money? Just bring me wine to drink with my friends.
No matter what it is, it's expensive five-legged horse or fox fur fur. Tell the waiter to switch to wine and drink with you to melt this eternal sadness.
2. "The hut was broken by the autumn wind"
Author: Du Fu in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!
There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
Translation:
In August, it is already late autumn, and the wind is howling. The wind blew away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew across Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch floats and sinks into ponds and depressions.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me, so they had the heart to be "thieves" to grab things face to face and run into the bamboo forest with thatch in their arms. I'm thirsty and I can't stop drinking. When I came back, I sighed alone on crutches.
After a while, the wind stopped and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. In late autumn, the sky becomes dark and foggy. This cloth has been covered for years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture is not good and the quilt is torn.
When it rains, the roof leaks, and there is no dry place at home. The rain on the roof keeps leaking down like hemp thread. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I haven't slept much. The nights are long, the house leaks and the bed is wet. How can I stay up until dawn?
How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses, generally shelter the poor people in the world and make them smile, while the houses are unmoved in the wind and rain, as stable as Mount Tai?
Alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? At that time, even if my hut is blown down by the autumn wind, I will willingly freeze to death myself!
3. Sleepwalking in Tianmu.
Author: Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.
But the more people talk about the mother mountain, the clouds are light or visible.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.
The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.
I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling.
Cave stone gate, drain in tiankeng.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take.
But let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!
Translation:
It is difficult for overseas tourists to find a wave of smoke when they talk about Yingzhou.
Vietnamese people talk about Tianmu Mountain, and people can be seen in the fog.
Tianmu Mountain seems to be connected with the sky, blocking the sky. The mountain is higher than the five mountains, covering Chicheng Mountain.
Although Tiantai Mountain is 48,000 feet high, it seems to lean to the southeast and bow down.
I sleepwalked to wuyue as the Vietnamese said, and one night I flew over Jinghu Lake under the bright moon.
The moonlight on Jinghu Lake shines on my shadow, always accompanying me to Tongxi.
The place where Xie Lingyun lived is still there today. The clear lake is rippling and apes are singing.
Wearing Xie Gong's special wooden shoes on his feet, he climbed the mountain road and went straight into the sky.
Halfway up the mountain, I saw the sun rising from the sea, and the crow of pheasants came from the air.
Numerous rocks overlap, the road twists and turns, and the direction is uncertain. I am obsessed with flowers and walk on stones, and I don't feel that it is getting late.
Bears are growling, dragons are ringing, springs in rocks are shaking, making forests tremble and mountain peaks tremble.
The clouds are dark, as if it is going to rain, and the water waves fluctuate and produce smoke.
Lightning and thunder, the mountain seems to have collapsed.
The stone gate of Xianfu opened from the middle and gave a loud cry.
The blue sky in the cave is boundless, with no end in sight. The sun and the moon shine on the palace made of gold and silver.
Dressed in rainbows, riding the wind like a horse, the immortals in the clouds descended to earth one after another.
Tigers play the piano, birds drive, and immortals flock.
Suddenly, my soul was disturbed, and I woke up with a start and couldn't help sighing.
When I woke up, there was only a pillow mat around me. The smoke and clouds I just saw in my dream were gone.
The joy of the world is like a dreamland. Since ancient times, everything has gone forever.
Say goodbye to friends and go to Donglu. What time are you coming back?
For the time being, put the white deer between the green cliffs, and when you want to travel far, ride it to visit famous mountains.
How can I grovel for the powerful, so that I can't have a comfortable smile!
4. A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Author: Cen Can in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Translation:
The north wind swept across the earth, breaking the white grass, and it snowed heavily in mid-autumn and August.
The spring breeze seems to blow up overnight, and the trees are in full bloom like pear blossoms.
Snow drifted into the curtain cage and wet the tent, even wearing fox fur was not warm.
The general's horn bow is too cold to open, and Du Hu's armor is too cold to put on.
The boundless desert forms a hundred feet of ice, and sad clouds condense in the sky.
Wine was placed in the tent to bid farewell to those who returned to Beijing, and pipa, qiangdi and huqin were added to entertain.
At dusk, there is heavy snow outside Yuanmen, and the frozen red flag wind does not fly.
Take you back to Beijing outside the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the vast snowfields covered the mountains.
I can't see your figure on the winding mountain road, leaving horseshoe footprints in the snow.
5. Cooper
Author: Du Fu in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Next to the Great Prime Minister's Temple, stands a Cooper with a green bronze trunk and a stone root.
It's raining with frost, and its cuiyu blue tip is two thousands of feet in the sky.
Since the era of a great ruler and great politician, their trees are now loved and respected by the people.
Clouds come from afar, from Wuya, and the snow peaks are reflected in the cold moon.
Yesterday I found in the east of Siting that ancient rulers and wise politicians were worshipping in a temple.
His trees and strange branches make the whole landscape old, although the colors of windows and doors are fresh.
The deep roots are so firmly rooted in the ground that its lonely branches can withstand the weight of the wind.
Its only protection of natural strength, integrity makes good luck.
When beams are needed to repair a big house, although cows shake their heads, they can't move a mountain.
Although a tree doesn't write a memorial, people understand that if you don't stop cutting, who will give it to you?
Its bitter heart may now be occupied by black ants and white ants, but its scented leaves used to be the nests of phoenixes and pheasants.
Wise and hopeful people should not be dissatisfied: the bigger the wood, the harder it is to use.
Translation:
There is an ancient cypress in front of Kongming Temple, with branches like bronze and roots like rocks.
The bark is white and smooth, the trunk has forty circles, and the blue-black sky stands 2,000 feet.
Liu Bei, Kong Ming and Jun Chen met with the past, and these trees are still cherished by people.
The cypress towering clouds floated to Wuxia, and the cold light shone on the moon, and the air conditioning went straight into Minshan.
I used to think that the path surrounded the east of my thatched cottage, and Mr. Temple and Wuhou Temple were in the same temple.
Cui Wei suburb, a branch of cypress, was originally overgrown with weeds, with deep temples and painted with continuous doors and windows.
Although Cooper is independent and entrenched in the ground, his position is high and aloof, which will inevitably attract more winds.
Its support is naturally the power of the gods, and its integrity is due to the work of the creator.
If the building collapses, it needs Liang Dong's support, and Cooper is as heavy as a mountain.
It shocked the world because it didn't show patterns and colors. If it is too lazy to cut, who can pick it up?
Although painstaking, it is inevitably eroded by ants. The fragrance of leaves once attracted lovers.
Friends with lofty ideals in the world please don't complain. Since ancient times, people who are overqualified have always been seldom reused.