Source:
Liu Zongyuan's Diaoqu Wenyuan
Original text:
After Mr. Gaiqian paid homage to Xi, the others drifted to Hunan. Ask Mr. Miluo, if you win, you can recommend the party. I hope Gu Huaixi, who is in a hurry, has light when he speaks.
Mr. Wang is disobedient to the world, but the Tao is just right. It is so crowded that it feels guilty about the world. The Chinese worm recommended the soil and entered the royal lamb sleeve. The pheasant is babbling, and the solitary male beam is babbling. Wow, bite the ring and look, Mongolian Lu.
Corydalis beak thought it was shameful and burned millet. I don't know how to avoid the prison on the shore, but there is no place in the palace. Trapped by filth, you are a beautiful woman. It's fun to laugh and dance. I was smart enough to think it was a salty pool.
More beautiful than beauty. It is said that Hume is grotesque, but it is far from it. It is impossible to hide and avoid embarrassment, and it is impossible to slow down when entering the jade.
He Laoshi is awe-inspiring and sticks to the stone. But Zhong Ni went to Luxi and said I was too late. Liu Xiahui's frankness is embarrassing, but there is nothing he can do. The master of today's discussion is that it is wise to say that Hu forbearance.
However, the outstanding track of talented people is embarrassing, and the suspicion of unsophisticated people is embarrassing. I know Mr. Wang Can can't stand it. Mr. Wang has no intention of standing up and watching it fall. Poverty remains the same, and the husband only obeys the Tao and keeps righteousness.
Mr. Qing's embarrassment is too great for him. Huang Shen likes Xi, which is quiet and fair. Although it is hidden, Hu is not fragrant for a long time.
Mr. Wang looks ugly, just like his article. I sigh because of my inheritance, and my eyes are full of tears. It's strange to drive away the stars, and my husband will not collapse. Why waste your lightning? If you do this, it will be barren.
Praise the party, the world is crazy. The rest of the sorrow is difficult, and anger alone increases the injury. If you say nothing, what do you expect from future generations? Loyalty is exciting and forbearing, but it won't last long. Qian Yixin geometry, Hu Du burn intestines.
It's sad to be an official today, but you don't worry if you worry. I'm afraid of eating your wealth, but I'm sorry for my position. Retreat from service to silence and say I can't do it. Since Yufeng can't go, Mr. Huai can't forget it.
Translation:
Today, about 1000 years after Mr. Wang's death, I was once again exiled to Xiangjiang River by boat. In order to pay tribute to Mr. Li's remains, I came to the Miluo River to pick and offer incense sticks. I hope Mr. Wang Can will take care of me in the vast space and let me have the honor to confide in you.
Mr. Wang is not afraid of secularism, does not follow the trend, and only follows correct political opinions. At that time, the country was so broken and chaotic, and the world you lived in was really sad.
The luxurious dress was abandoned on the ground, but the rags made of sheepskin were put on. Hens cackle, but independent cocks don't sing loudly. People are surrounded by vulgar and obscene tunes, but they are covered by elegant and beautiful music.
Treat poison as food, but abandon the real food and burn it all. Obviously it is a prison, but I don't know how to escape, leaving the beautiful palace desolate. I am stuck in the mud, sitting in a dirty place, covered in filth, but I think I am as glorious as wearing a gorgeous dress.
The house has been destroyed by the fire, but it is still singing, dancing, laughing and beaming. Chattering flattery is as confusing as sweet music.
She is a clown who flatters and speaks shamelessly, but she is considered more beautiful than Shi. Treat the words of governing the country as grotesque, but plug your ears and throw them into the distance. When you are seriously ill, you have to be afraid of medical treatment. In fact, even if a famous doctor is invited, there is nothing I can do.
Why does an admirable man like Mr. Wang insist on sharpening his knife to heal incurable wounds? But when Confucius left Lu, he said, "I walk slowly."
Liu Xiahui pursued the "straight road" and once said where this idea could be realized in the past. Now people all over the world are saying, sir, what do you care about the rise and fall of Chu after being beaten like that?
The extraordinary behavior of a wise man is beyond the imagination of a shallow man. I know that my husband would never have the heart to abandon his motherland in pursuit of personal interests. It is not Mr. Wang's ambition to stand by and watch his country die young.
No matter whether the situation is good or bad, you will not change your ambition. You always stick to your moral integrity and ideals. Besides, Mr. Wang is so loyal to his motherland that he would rather die than surrender. How can the beautiful jade submerged in water and buried in soil become dark and dull? Vanilla is hidden, how can it lose its fragrance over time?
Mr. Wang's appearance is out of sight, but I seem to see your image in your article. After reading Mr. Wang's posthumous work, I was deeply moved and couldn't help crying. Yelling at the stars and expelling all kinds of weirdness, how can you save the nation from extinction?
Why do you command the wind and cloud like that and control lightning? Let's indulge in that vague fantasy. Most people in the world really think you are crazy for those fancy and vague articles you wrote.
I am the only one who is deeply wronged by your experience, and my heart is full of anger and sadness. How can future generations admire you if you don't write these articles? Since your patriotic sincerity is stirring in your chest, how can you endure it in your heart for a long time without overflowing?
How much does Chu surnamed Mi have to do with your surname Qu Neng? Why are you worried about it?
I feel sorry for those officials now. Which one of them cares about the rise and fall of the country! They are only worried about low wages and sluggish careers.
I had to turn my back and keep silent, because it was difficult for me to realize my claim. Since this world is hard to change, I only have Mr. Chang Huai to remember it.
Second, the mourning for Jin Xuan
Source:
Jin Zan Mourning is a eulogy written by Wang Chen Tsao Zhi, a gifted scholar of Cao Wei, to his daughter Cao Jin Zan.
Original text:
Jin Xuan, the eldest daughter of Yu. Although it can't be said, it has been given color and intimacy. Born at the age of nineteen, died at the age of nineteen. This is the speech.
Words: I was raised in infancy, and the children laughed without saying a word. If you don't die all the year round, what do you think of being punished by God? Believe what I have done and feel sorry for my weak son. Go to your parents' arms and die in the dirt. Forever and ever, when will you live? I haven't felt it for a long time. ?
Translation:
Jin Zan is my eldest daughter. Although she can't speak yet, she can detect the expressions of adults and recognize their emotions. She died only 190 days after birth. I am heartbroken, so I wrote this mourning. The text reads as follows:
My lovely child was carefully raised in infancy. She can only laugh and play, but can't talk.
Why did she die like this before she was one year old?
This must be caused by my sin-I am guilty. Why should I repay innocent children?
In this way, she left her parents' arms forever, and her little body gradually turned into mud.
Time passes without mercy, and the world is boundless. How many years can a short life waste?
People don't know the order of death, my heart will die, and I will die with you.
Third, hang Wei Wudi.
Source:
In the eighth year of Jin Yuankang (AD 298), the author was Lu Ji.
Original text:
The machine replied: the erosion of the husband is a little bit, and the landslide starts from rotten soil, which is just a matter of clouds. However, those who complain about the people are not talented, and it is inevitable to be contemptuous; What's wrong with living in peace and finally leaving the baby?
Husband can turn the sky into a whole day, but he can't shake his head; He saved the world from difficulties and was trapped under Wei Que. Everything up and down is hidden in the Woods of the district; He who shines all around is in your land. If you are determined to destroy your feelings, you will eventually mourn.
Long-term stagnation is short-term, and long-term stagnation is to promote the road. Oh! Is it particularly strange that history is different and Guizhou and Lebanon are to blame? Look at the reason why he cares about his life, seeking four sons, the country is a little far away, and Longjia's training is also grand.
Another cloud said: "I am in the army, and law enforcement is also true. As for small anger and great negligence, it is invalid. " People who are good at rumors! Holding her daughter in her arms, she pointed to Ji Bao as the symbol of her fourth son and said, "Let you be tired!" " "Cry.
It hurts! Take the world as your responsibility, and win the trust of others with your beloved son today. The same left nothing, but the dead left nothing. However, in gracefu's home, it is almost a secret to take care of her family!
Then he said, "My prostitutes are all eight-foot beds in the Copper Jue Terrace, and the curtains are connected. On the fifteenth day of every month, I need to be a prostitute in my hukou. You must always climb Tongweitai and see the tomb of Xiling. " Another cloud said, "The lingering fragrance can be shared with your wife.
Doing nothing in the house, studying, working and selling in groups. All my official income belongs to me. Don't hide the rest of my clothes and one person's clothes. If not, your brother can get * * * points. "How many points later. The dead can't be claimed, and the living can't be violated. What if you want something instead of it?
Sad husband! Love is great, it will be lost, and evil will even be won; Wisdom can't get rid of its evil, and power can't love it all. So I don't care if I know before, and saints seldom talk. If you are disgusted with foreign things and leave songs and thoughts in your boudoir, what should you abandon your virtue and beauty? So he offered the cloud in anger.
Translation:
Lu Ji replied: the solar eclipse is formed by the intersection of the sun and the moon. When the soil is rotten, landslides will occur, all of which are determined by luck.
However, after all, people will inevitably be surprised. Isn't it because the qualifications they obtained that day were brilliant, but in the end they couldn't get rid of the shackles of humble and dirty? The mountain was in a stable and normal state, but it was destroyed?
Even if a person has the power to make the sky turn upside down and the sun go backwards, he can't make the dying life in his body tremble again; Some people even have the wisdom to save the world and pacify disasters, but they are trapped under the palace of the son of heaven.
Finally, some people's achievements can be said to have reached heaven and earth, but when they die, they are just put into a small coffin; Some people, virtue can be said to be widely circulated outside, but they are still buried in a pinch of soil after death.
Ambition is destroyed by disease and ends with death. Long-term planning is forced to give up because there is not much time left in life, and great achievements are forced to stop because life is short.
Alas! Is it just that the historian in charge of the eclipse is surprised by the eclipse, and the people are surprised by the collapse of the high embankment? Seeing the death of Emperor Wu, he asked his successor Cao Pi to explain his legacy to his four sons Pi, Zhi, Biao and Zhang. The general plan of governing the country can be said to be far away, and the advice of rejuvenating the country can be said to be great. He added: "I am in the army and law enforcement is correct.
As for sometimes getting a little angry and making some big mistakes, you four should not follow suit. "These words are very good, not the kui is a wise man's correct words. Holding the little girl born to a concubine, he pointed to the cubs and said to his four sons, "I entrusted them to you!" " "So I began to cry. Pathetic!
I used to take saving the world as my responsibility, but now I have to entrust my beloved son to others. Like ordinary people, when the body dies, the spirit disappears; When life ends, power ceases to exist. However, when he died, he was so elegant in the room and so affectionate in family affairs, which can be said to be almost fine.
He added, "After my death, all my Jieyu prostitutes will be put on the bronze sparrow terrace. And put an eight-foot bed on the platform with an ear tent hanging on it, and provide me with dried meat and rice every morning and evening.
On the first and fifteenth day of each month, prostitutes are allowed to play music and dance in front of their ears. You should also board the Tongque Terrace from time to time to see my graveyard in Xiling. "He added," the extra spices can be distributed to all the ladies.
When concubines have nothing to do, they can learn to weave ribbons on their shoes to sell money. I can hide all my official ribbons in one place. I can hide my extra clothes and clothes in another place.
If you can't, your brothers can share with each other. "Soon after his death, these clothes and furs were really separated. The dying people don't have to make such a request, and the living people shouldn't go against the wishes of the dead, but now the dead have made a request and the living people have violated the orders. Isn't it just two injuries?
What a pity! Those who are too greedy will still die, and those who die too miserably will still die. No matter how wise they are, they can't throw away the death they hate, and no matter how powerful they are, they can't save the life they long for.
This is why the previous generation of people of insight did not attach importance to it, and saints rarely talked about these things. As for feelings tied by foreign objects and lingering in the boudoir, I am afraid that sages and gentlemen should abandon them. So I was bored and submitted a hanging article.
Fourth, self-sacrifice
Source:
Sacrifice is a eulogy written by Tao Yuanming, a writer in Jin and Song Dynasties.
Original text:
Only Ding Mao's age, there is no shooting in law. The days are cold and the nights are long, the atmosphere is bleak, the geese are in the air, and the plants are yellow. Tao Zi will resign from the Anti-bank Pavilion and return to his home forever. An old friend shows compassion for others and walks with his ancestors this evening.
Ashamed of cooking well, the recommendation is clear. Black face, listening to the desert. Alas! Vast expanse, long and tall, is the birth of all things, and the rest are people.
Because I'm a man, I'm unlucky. I used up the bucket many times. Including Ji, negative-paid chorus and Chai Men chorus, all of them are my metabolism day and night, and I have business in the garden and carry seeds, but the education is complicated.
I take pleasure in elements, and I take pleasure in seven strings. In winter, the sun is exposed, and in summer, spring comes out. Diligence makes me tired and my heart is often idle. Lotte Committee points, and even a hundred years.
Only in this century, my wife loves it, is not afraid of anything, and cherishes time. If you are alive, you will see your thoughts when you die. Well, I'm alone. I used to be an alien.
Pets are not your own glory, is it my fault? I am poor and lonely. I drink and write poems. Know life, know life, the domain can be ignored. I can live in the present without hatred. Life is a hundred years old, I am eager to be fat, I am old, and I am in love again!
Xia Dong was approaching, and his death date was different. He married in the morning, and his good friend ran at night and was buried in the middle of the field to calm his soul. I walked my way, rustling at the door of the tomb, humiliating and looking at Sun frugally. The outline was gone, the tree was not sealed, and the sun and the moon passed by. Is the reputation of the former more important?
It's really hard to live. What about to die? Alas!
Translation:
This is September of Ding Mao's year. The weather is cold, the autumn night is long, the scene is depressed and cold, the geese fly south, and the plants are yellow and withered. Tao Zi will bid farewell to this temporary stranger and return to his original residence forever.
My relatives and friends, with sad feelings, came to pay homage to my dead and see me off tonight. They gave me fresh fruits and vegetables and poured sake. Look at my face, blurred; Listen to my voice, it's quieter. Sad, sad!
The vast land and the high sky, you gave birth to everything, and I was born in this world. Since I became a person, I have met the fate of being poor. There is often nothing in rice baskets and water scoops, and summer clothes are worn in winter.
But I still went to the valley to get water with a cheerful mood, carrying firewood and singing while walking. I've been busy in a dark and humble hut all day. From spring to autumn.
There is always work to be done in the countryside, weeding and ridging, and crops are constantly multiplying and multiplying. Holding a book, my heart is full of joy; Play the strings, and there will be harmony. Sunbathe in winter and take a clear spring bath in summer.
Work hard, spare no effort, and always be carefree in my heart. I'm glad to obey God's arrangement and let fate dominate me, so I spent my whole life.
Everyone cherishes this life, lest they accomplish nothing in life, and cherish time more.
He was respected by the world before his death and remembered by the world after his death. Well, I'm a maverick, but I'm different. I'm not proud of being loved. Will the dirty society dye me black? Live in a humble room, be proud, drink and write poems. I am lucky, so I have nothing to worry about.
Today, I die like this, but I have no resentment. I am old and still attached to my retirement. I will die of old age, but there is nothing to miss! With the passage of time, because death is different from life, my relatives come to mourn in the morning and my friends come to mourn at night and bury me in the wilderness, so that my soul can rest in peace.
I went to the nether world, and the rustling wind was blowing at the tomb door. I am ashamed of the luxurious mausoleum in Guo Huan, Song Like, and ridiculous for the simple mausoleum in Yang Wangsun, Han Dynasty.
The cemetery is empty and everything is gone. Alas, I have passed away. I have neither built a grave nor planted trees in front of it, and time will pass. Who will value praise after death when fame is not precious before death? The road of life is really difficult, but what can you do after death? Sad, sad!
Verb (abbreviation of verb) sacrifices to Qu Yuan.
Source:
Ode to Qu Yuan is a parallel prose by Yan Yanzhi, a writer in the Southern Song Dynasty.
Original text:
Only Ding Mao's age, there is no shooting in law. The days are cold and the nights are long, the atmosphere is bleak, the geese are in the air, and the plants are yellow. Tao Zi will resign from the Anti-bank Pavilion and return to his home forever. An old friend shows compassion for others and walks with his ancestors this evening. Ashamed of cooking well, the recommendation is clear. Black face, listening to the desert. Alas!
Vast expanse, long and tall, is the birth of all things, and the rest are people. Because I'm a man, I'm unlucky. I used up the bucket many times. Including Ji, negative-paid chorus and Chai Men chorus, all of them are my metabolism day and night, and I have business in the garden and carry seeds, but the education is complicated. I take pleasure in elements, and I take pleasure in seven strings. In winter, the sun is exposed, and in summer, spring comes out. Diligence makes me tired and my heart is often idle. Lotte Committee points, and even a hundred years.
Only in this century, my wife loves it, is not afraid of anything, and cherishes time. If you are alive, you will see your thoughts when you die. Well, I'm alone. I used to be an alien. Pets are not your own glory, is it my fault? I am poor and lonely. I drink and write poems. Know life, know life, the domain can be ignored. I can live in the present without hatred. Life is a hundred years old, I am eager to be fat, I am old, and I am in love again!
Xia Dong was approaching, and his death date was different. He married in the morning, and his good friend ran at night and was buried in the middle of the field to calm his soul. I walked my way, rustling at the door of the tomb, humiliating and looking at Sun frugally. The outline was gone, the tree was not sealed, and the sun and the moon passed by. Is the reputation of the former more important? It's really hard to live. What about to die? Alas!
Translation:
One day in the fifth year of Song Yuanjia, Zhang Shao, the secretariat of Wuxun in Xiangzhou, was ordered by the emperor to erect a secretariat flag on the land of the former Chu State. Visit the ruins of Qu Yuan and find the place where he threw himself into the river. Stop at Miluo Lake and park the boat next to the rafters. So he sent his successor Cao Mao to pay homage to the spirit of Qu Jun, a doctor in San Lv, Chu:
Aromatic orchids are destroyed by fragrance, and beautiful jade is destroyed by fine and clean texture. The article is hard and fragrant, and the personality is wise and noble.
Mr. Qu Yuan, you were born at an inopportune time. Everything grows in the warm wind and is strangled in the first frost. There was a dispute between Qin and Chu, and Zhao Haoqi imprisoned Chu Huaiwang by despicable means. Your cleverness overwhelmed Zhang Yi and Shanxi merchants; Your ambition is not comparable to that of purple pepper and purple orchid. But you were forced to leave the capital, and your footprints were all over Xiangjiang River.
You are like that herb, a dragon, and husband and wife deserve to be your kind. Your reputation is far-reaching, as loud as the music played by bells and chimes; Your festival is like the sun, like the moon, shining. Like flowering trees, they are full of fruits.
Looking at the Miluo River, my heart sighs and my thoughts fly. I will give you some meager sacrifices, such as thatch, even if it is stained with dust, it is indispensable to express my loyalty to you with them!
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