The former county of Nanchang, the new capital of Hongdu. The stars are divided into wings and square, and the land is connected to Henglu. The three rivers and the five lakes, the control of the barbarians and Jing and Ou Yue. The material and heavenly treasure, Longguang shoots the ruins of Niudou; the people and the land, Xu Ru under Chenfan's couch. Xiongzhou fog column, handsome stars, Tai Huang pillow Yixia turn, guests and hosts all the beauty of the Southeast. Governor Yan Gong's elegant hope, Kai halberd distant; Yuwen Xinzhou's Yi Fan, spend time at home. Ten years of vacation, winning friends like clouds; thousands of miles to welcome, full of friends. Tengjiaoqiaoqi phoenix, Meng bachelor of words; purple electricity and green frost, General Wang's arsenal. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the third time I was a student there.
The time dimension is September, the sequence is three autumn. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a horse and visit the scenery at Chong'a. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a horse. Pro emperor son of the Cheung Chau, get the immortal's old hall. Layers of platforms towering cui, on the sky; flying pavilion flow Dan, down to no land. Crane Ting Teal Islet, poor island of the haunting; Gui Hall Orchid Palace, list of the body of the situation of the mountains. Phi embroidered door, overlooking the carved ridge, the mountain plains open its full view, Chuanze xu its horrifying vision. Luk Yan fluttering ground, the home of the bells and bells; barge and ship lost, the axis of the green sparrow and yellow dragon. The rainbow is clearing up, and the color is clearing up the area. Falling sun and a semblance of flying together, autumn water *** long sky a color. Fishing boat singing in the evening, the sound of poor Peng Li's shore; geese formation cold, sound broken Hengyang Pu.
Remote your heart and mind, and go to your heart's content. The winds of the sea are blowing, and the white clouds of the sky are curbed by the songs of the fiberglasses. The green bamboos of the Sui-Yuan Garden, the bottles of Pengze; the Zhu Hua of Yeshui, the light of Linchuan's pen. The four beauties are all there, and the two are difficult to combine. The poor look at the middle of the sky, extremely entertaining tour in the spare time.
The sky and the earth are very high, and the universe is infinite; the sadness is over, and the knowledge of the number of the surplus and the void. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. The earth's terrain is extreme and the southern sea is deep, the heavenly pillar is high and the northern star is far away. The mountains are hard to cross, who is sad about the people who have lost their way? The people who meet in Ping Shui are all guests from other countries. The doorkeepers of the Emperor's house are not to be seen, and how long will it take to serve the Emperor's house?
Contempt! The time is not good, the fate of the ill-fated. Feng Tang is easy to age, Li Guang is difficult to seal. Qu Jia Yi in Changsha, not without the Lord; scuttled Liang Hong in Haiqu, not lack of bright time. I rely on the gentleman to live in poverty and the man of honor to know his destiny. If you are old and strong, why don't you change your mind? If you are poor, you will not lose your ambition. I feel refreshed by the greed of the spring, and I am still happy to be in a dry place. Although the North Sea is on credit, it can be picked up; the East has passed away, and it is not too late for the Sanyu. Meng Chang is a noble, empty heart of the country; Ruan Yu rampant, not the cry of the poor!
Bo, three feet of life, a scholar. I have no way to ask for help, such as the end of the army of the weak crown; have the wisdom to throw the pen, the long wind of the Muzongcourt. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get the job done, but I'm sure I'll be able to get the job done. I am not a member of Xie's family, but a neighbor of Meng's family. In the past few days, I have been accompanied by a pair of carp; this morning, I am happy to hold my hand over the Dragon Gate. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.
Ming Hao! The place is not always, the feast is not again. Lanting is gone, Zize mound ruins. Farewell speech, fortunate to receive the grace in the great preserves; ascent to make a gift, is hoped for in the group of public. I would like to apologize for the short introduction. A word of all the assignments, four rhymes are completed. Please sprinkle Panjiang, each pouring land and sea clouds:
Tengwang High Pavilion in the river islet, Peiyu song luan strike song and dance. The painting of the building towards the flying Nanpu clouds, pearl curtains twilight roll the rain in the Western mountains.
Leisurely cloud pool shadow day long, things change several times autumn. I'm not sure where I am now, but I'm not sure where I'm going. The Yangtze River on the threshold is empty.
Red Cliff Fugue
Su Shi
It was October of this year, and I was walking from Xuedang to Lingao. The two guests crossed the Huangni Ban from Yu. Frost and dew has fallen, the wood leaves are off, the silhouette of the ground, look up and see the bright moon, Gu and music, the song
Answer. Has and sighed: "There are guests without wine, wine without food, the moon is white and the wind is clear, such a good night why!" The guest said: "Today's twilight, lift the net to get fish, huge mouth, fine scales, like the perch of the Songjiang River. Guan get
wine?" The woman said, "I have something to tell you, and I'm not going to tell you. The woman said, "I have a bucket of wine, hidden for a long time, to wait for the son of the occasional need." So with the wine and fish, and then swim under the Red Cliff. The river has a sound, the bank is broken a thousand feet; the mountain is high, the moon is small, the water falls out of the stone. Had the geometry of the sun and moon, and the river and mountains can not be recognized. I was taking clothes and up, tracking the slanderous [mountain side] rock, Phi Meng velvet, crouching tigers and leopards, climbed the gnarled dragon, climbed the dangerous nest of the migratory birds, down
Feng Yi's palace. The two guests were unable to follow them. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. I also quietly and sad, solemn and fear, Rinhou can not stay also. Instead of boarding the
boat, put in the middle of the stream, listen to its stop and rest. The night will be half, looking around the lonely. The first thing I noticed was that there was a lone crane coming across the river to the east. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that.
In a few moments, I also went to sleep. I dreamed of a Taoist priest, feathered and limp, passed under the Lingao, greeted me and said: "Red Cliff's amusement?" I asked him his name, but he didn't answer." Woo-hoo! Yelp!
I know it. In the past, the night, the fly and the person who passed me, not son also evil?" The Taoist priest Gu laughs, I also shocked awake. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to.
The Red Cliff Fugue
Song Su Shi
It is the year of the hope of October, step from the snow hall, will return to Lingao. The two guests crossed the Huangni Ban from Yu. The two of them were on their way to Huangni Ban, where frost and dew had fallen, and the leaves of the trees had been removed. The moon was in the sky, and they were happy to see the moon, and they sang to each other.
Has been and sighed: "There are guests without wine, wine without food, the moon is white and the wind is clear, such a good night why?" The guest said: "Today's twilight, lifting the net got fish, huge mouth fine scales, like the perch of the Songjiang River. Guan get wine?" He returned to his wife. The woman said, "I have a bucket of wine, hidden for a long time, to wait for the son from time to time."
So he took the wine and the fish with him and resumed swimming under the Red Cliff. The river flowed and broke the bank a thousand feet; the mountain was high and the moon was small, and the water fell out of the stone. Had the geometry of the sun and the moon, and the mountains and rivers can not be recognized! I was taking clothes and up, tracking the wind and rock, Phi Meng velvet, crouching tigers and leopards, climbing the gnarled dragon, climbing the dangerous nest of the migratory birds, down Feng Yi's palace. The two guests could not follow. Ran long whistling, grass and trees vibrate, the mountains and valleys should be heard, the wind and water surge. I also quietly and sad, solemn and fear, Rinhu its can not stay also. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on the way.
The night was about half over, and I looked around in silence. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that.
In a few moments, I also went to sleep. I dreamed of a Taoist priest, feathered and limp, passed under the Lingao, greeted me and said: "Red Cliff's amusement?" I asked him his name, but he didn't answer. "I know! I know it. In the past night, the fly and I passed the person, is not the son also yes?" Taoist priest Gu laughs, I also shocked awake. I opened my account and looked at it, but I could not see it.
TranslationOn October 15 of this year, I set out from Xuedang, ready to return to Lingao Pavilion. Two guests followed me, and together they walked through Huangni Ban. By this time the frost and dew had already fallen, and all the leaves had fallen off the trees. Our silhouettes were reflected on the ground, and we looked up to see the bright moon hanging high in the sky. We looked around and were very happy; so we chanted poems as we walked, and rewarded each other.
After a while, I said with a sigh, "There are guests but no wine, and there is wine but no food. The moon is bright, the wind is blowing, how are we going to spend such a beautiful night?" One of the guests said, "This evening, I cast a net and caught fish with a big mouth and fine scales, shaped like the perch of the Wusong River. But where to get the wine?" I went home to consult with my wife, who said, "I have a bucket of wine, preserved for a long time, in order to cope with your sudden need."
And so it was that, armed with wine and fish, we once again visited the lower reaches of the Red Cliff. The flowing waters of the Yangtze sounded, and the steep banks towered high and straight; the mountains were high, the moon appeared small, the water level lowered, and the reefs were exposed. How many days have passed since my last visit, and I no longer recognize the river and mountains that I saw on my last visit? I then lifted up the lapels of my coat and went ashore, stepping on the treacherous rocks and plucking away the straggling weeds; squatting on the strange rocks in the shape of tigers and leopards, and pulling on the branches of the gnarled dragons from time to time, and climbing up the cliffs where raptors made their nests, and looking down at the deep palace of Feng Yi, the goddess of the water. Neither of the two guests could follow me to this extreme height. I cut the ground with a long whistle, the grass and trees were shaken, the mountains ****ed with me, the deep valleys resounded with echoes, the gales bracketed and the waves surged. I also do not feel sadness and sorrow, feel fear, think this place makes people afraid, not to stay long. I returned to the boat and rowed it to the center of the river, and let it drift where it would and anchored there.
It was almost midnight, and when I looked around, I felt very cold and lonely. There was a crane flying across the river from the east, with wings the size of wheels, black feathers on its tail like a black dress, and white feathers on its body like a white shirt, and it screeched and squawked, brushing past our boat to the west.
After a while the guests left and I went home to sleep. I dreamed that a Taoist priest, dressed in a garment woven of feathers, came briskly, walked under the Lingao Pavilion, and said to me, arching his hand and bowing his head, "Happy excursion to the Red Cliff?" I asked his name, and he bowed his head without answering. "Oh! Alas! I know the bottom of you. Wasn't it you who passed my boat yesterday night while flying and screaming?" The Taoist turned back and laughed, and I was suddenly awakened. I opened the door, but I couldn't see where he was.
Cao Zhi Luoshen Fu
Luoshen Fu
Cao Zhi
Original text
In the third year of the Huangchu era, I went towards the capital and returned to the Luo River. The ancients have said that the god of the water, the name is Mi Fei. Feeling Song Yu to the Chu king of the goddess of the matter, so I made the Fu.
Yu from the Beijing area, the words return to the East Clan. Back Yiquet, over the chariots, through the valley, mausoleum Jingshan. The sun has been westward, the car is tired of the horse. You are taxed to drive to Asengao, team of horses to Zhitian, and to Yanglin, looking at Luochuan. So the essence of the God shocked, suddenly think scattered. Down to the end of the inspection, up to a different view, see a beautiful person, in the rock of the shore. He said, "Do you have a face to face with him? Who is she? If this is so colorful!" The king said: "I heard that the god of the river Luo, the name is Mi Fei. However, the king saw, no Nai day? What is her appearance? I would like to hear." Yu said: "Its shape is, like a stunning, like a swimming dragon. Rongyao autumn chrysanthemums, Huamao spring pine. As if Ruoxi if the light clouds of the moon, floating Ruoxi if the flow of the wind back to the snow. When you look at it from a distance, it is like the sun rising in the morning; when you look at it from a distance, it is like infinite lotus flowers coming out of the clear water. The warmth and slenderness of the dress are in the right place, and the length of the dress is in the right order. Her shoulder is like a chiseled shoulder, and her waist is like a thin waist. Her neck and neckline are beautiful, and her white color is exposed. There is no increase in the color of her beauty, and she is not protected from the lead. The cloud buns are very high, and the eyebrows are very thin. Dan lips outside Lang, white teeth inside fresh, bright eyes good favor, dimple auxiliary bearing power. The colorful and elegant posture and the quiet and relaxed body. Soft feelings, charming in the language. The strange clothes are worldly, and the bone image should be pictured. She is dressed in the splendor of a robe, and has a jade jade jewels. Wearing jewelry of gold and jade, adorned with bright pearls to shine. She was a woman who traveled far and wide, and wore a light train of raw silk. The fragrance of the orchid is so beautiful that she stumbles over the mountains. I was a little bit tired of it, but I was not able to do anything about it, so I went to the mountains. The left leaned on the banner, the right shaded the flag of laurel. I was able to get my hands on the God's Margins and pick up the Gen Chi of the Turbulent Rivers. I was happy to see the beauty of the lady, but my heart oscillated and did not feel happy. There is no good matchmaker to receive happiness, so I have to put up with the microwave to communicate my words. I hope that the first to reach Chengsu will unlock the jade pendant and ask for it. Contemplating the faith of a beautiful woman, Qiang practiced etiquette and understood poetry. Resisting the jade plating and giving it to her, she points to the submerged abyss for a period of time. I am afraid that I will be deceived by the Spirit. I feel the abandonment of my words, and I hesitate in frustration and doubt. I am not sure what to do, but I will be able to keep my peace and quiet, and I will be able to defend myself against the rituals of the world. So Luo inspiration, reclining and wandering, divine light clutch, at first Yin and Yang. Horrified light body to crane standing, if will fly and not fly. Tramples on the pepper coating of depression, step Asarum thin and fragrance. The sound of a long chant of eternal admiration is mournful and long. You are a multitude of spirits, friends and lovers, or play in the clear water, or Xiang Shenzhu, or picking pearls, or picking up cui feathers. From the two concubines of Nanxiang, with the Hanbin tour girl. They sighed at the unmatchedness of the Lagenaria and sang of the solitude of the Altair. The light jacket is not in harmony, and the cataract sleeve is extended. The rapidity of the flying eider, fluttering like a god, Lingbo micro-steps, Luo stockings dust. The movement is not constant, if the danger is as safe as security. It's hard to know when to move in and when to stop, and it's hard to go back and forth. The glance of the flowing essence, the light moist jade face. She has not yet spit out her words, but her breath is like an orchid. The gracefulness of her face made me forget to eat. Then the cataracts closed in, and the waves behind the river were quiet. Feng Yi sounded his drums and Nuwa sang her songs. The fish was to warn the passengers, and the jade luan was to pass away together. The six dragons are just like their heads, carrying the clouds of the car's descendants, whales and salamanders dance and clip the hub, waterfowl fly and defend. So the northern islet. Over the South Gang, twisting the vegetarian collar, back to the Qingyang, moving the lips to Xu speech, Chen Jiajie's outline. Hate people and God's way is different, complaining about the prime of life is not when. Resisting to cover up the tears in his arms, he shed tears in his lapel. Mourning the eternal end of a good meeting. Mourn the passing of a foreign land. I have no love for you, but I would like to offer you the bright dannabe of Jiangnan. Though I am in the sun, I will always send my heart to the king. Suddenly, I didn't realize what I was giving up, and I was disappointed that the divine night was overshadowing the light. So I went down to the mausoleum and left my feet to the gods, leaving my feelings behind and imagining, and looking around with sadness. I hope that the spirit of the body to return to form, Royal light boat and upstream. Floating the long river and forget to return, thinking about the Sheep Governor. The night is not sleepy, stained with frost to the dawn. I will return to the east road. I am going back to the east road, and I am going to take the horse and bridle to resist, and I am disappointed that I can't go there.
Translation
In the third year of Huangchu, I went to the capital to pay homage to the Son of Heaven, and on my way back, I crossed the Luo River. Legend has it that the name of the deity of the Luohui was called Fu Fei (the youngest daughter of Fu Xi, who drowned in the Luohui while playing and was made the god of the Luohui after her death). So it was imitated Song Yu who wrote the story of the king of Chu meeting the goddess as "The Goddess Fugue", and I also wrote down the experience, which is like this:
I returned from the capital to the eastern fief (鄄城). I went over Mount Ikuo, crossed Mount Zhanyuan, passed through Tonggu, and ascended Mount Jing. By this time it was sunset, and the carriages and horses were tired. So I stopped the cart on the bank of a river covered with herbs, and let the horses graze freely in the fields of sesame grass and rest. I walked peacefully and leisurely through the woods, letting my eyes enjoy the beautiful scenery of Luoshui. Suddenly, I felt my mind being shaken and my thoughts drifted to a faraway place. When I looked up, I saw a strange scene: a woman as beautiful as the heavenly fairy was beside the cliff. So busy pulling the attendant asked: "Do you see that woman? Who is she? It's so beautiful!" The attendant replied, "I have heard that the deity of the Luo River is called Fu Fei, so could it be her that the king has seen? How does she look? I am eager to hear about it."
I said, "She looks...as light and soft as a goose flying up after being frightened, and as fit and soft as a swimming dragon playing in the air; her face is as bright and colorful as a chrysanthemum in full bloom in autumn, and her youth is as gorgeous and prosperous as a dense green pine in spring; her behavior is like a thin cloud gently covering the bright moon, and her image is as uncertain as a flowing wind blowing up a swirling snowflake; from afar, she is as beautiful as a snowflake in the sky. The snowflakes; from a distance, bright white like the sun rising in the sunset, close to watch, bright and dazzling as clear water in the pool of lotus standing; full and slim just right, tall and short, fat and thin in line with the sense of beauty; shoulder beautiful like the same as cut, waist slim as a bunch of slender white silk; neck long and thin, jaw beautiful, white skin slightly exposed; do not apply perfume, do not apply powder; thick as clouds of Her hair was in a high bun, and her slender eyebrows were slightly bent; her white teeth were distinctly shown in her bright lips; her eyes were shining and moving, and her two beautiful dimples were hidden in her cheeks; she was beautifully poised, brightly colored, and elegant; her manners were quiet and graceful; she was soft and gentle and charming, and it is difficult to describe her; she was dressed in a strange dress, and her bones were like those of a fairy in the paintings; she was clad in bright and clean damask, and wore a gaily carved and beautifully carved dress. She was clad in bright and clear damask, wearing earrings made of beautifully carved jade; gold and emerald jewels were her accessories, and rare jewels illuminated her beautiful face; she stepped on shoes embroidered with exquisite patterns, and dragged a gauze skirt as light as mist, faintly emitting the scent of fragrant orchids, and wandered slowly along the mountain side; occasionally leaping and leaping, and strolling and frolicking at the same time; on her left side there was a colorful flag leaning against her side, on her right side there were osmanthus branches to shelter her in the shade; she was rolling up the sleeves of her coat and probing her white and delicate arms and wrists into the waters of the Luo, picking the black lingzhi in the turbulent waters of the river."
I fell y in love with her virtue and beauty, and my mood oscillated and sulked. Suffering from the lack of a good matchmaker to convey my adoration, I expressed my love with a pulsating gaze, hoping that sincere feelings would be expressed to her before others, and unclasped the jade pendant at my waist and presented it to her, indicating that I wanted to make an appointment with her. She was so perfect, knowing not only etiquette but also poetry, that she raised the jade in response to me, pointing to the deep pool of water to agree on the date of the meeting. My heart was full of sincere attachment, but I was afraid that the beautiful spirits were deceiving me; the legend said that two goddesses had once given white jade to Zheng Jiaofu by the Han River to be betrothed for life, but they had reneged on their promise and disappeared in a moment, so I hesitated with despondency and doubt, and collected my heart full of joy, calmed my emotions, and warned myself that I had to strictly abide by the etiquette of the male and female relationship to restrain and control myself.
So Luo Shen was touched, wandering back and forth, multicolored divine light suddenly hidden suddenly bright and dark, shrugged up the light body like a crane want to fly still stay. She wandered in the rich fragrance of the path full of pepper orchids, lingering in the fragrance of the flowers of Duheng bush, frustrated and long chanting to express long-lasting thoughts, the voice of the sad and mournful persistent. Soon many gods and goddesses called for friends to gather over, some playing in the clear river water, some soaring on the sandbar where Luoshen often swims, some picking pearls at the bottom of the river, and some picking up beautiful feathers on the bank. The Goddess of Luo was followed by E Huang and Nü Ying of Xiang Shui and accompanied by the goddess of Han Shui who roamed by the water's edge, lamenting the loneliness of the Lagenaria star and sympathizing with the loneliness and solitude of the Altair star. She raised her arms and raised her head to look out with her long sleeves shielding her from the sun, her light blouse fluttering in the gusting wind. She acted lightly like a flying bird, floating as if the God is unfathomable; walking on the water waves, the feet were born under the mist; uncertainty of whereabouts, uncertainty of joys and sorrows; unpredictable, wanting to go but also to stay, the soft flow of the eye waves, the eyes glowing, the joy of love moistened the beautiful face; as if there were a lot of words in the mouth, the breath exudes the fragrance of the orchid; she was shy and soft, attracting me without knowing where she was. I am not sure where I am.
Then the god of wind stopped the wind, the god of water stopped the waves of the river, the god of yin and yang sounded the drums of heaven, and Nuwa sang a clear song; the fish of literature leaped and embraced the car, and the jade luan bells tinkled; the six dragons advanced in tandem and carried the car in clouds; the whales and salamanders leaped and jumped to protect the car, and the birds of the water shuttled and flew in attentive escort; so the god of Luoshen crossed over the islands in the water, and climbed over the mountains in the south, and turned around the fair neck, with a beautiful, beautiful, and beautiful neck. Then Luo Shen crossed the island in the water and turned over the hill in the south, turned back her fair neck, looked at me with her clear and beautiful eyebrows, started her vermilion lips, slowly stated the great rules and regulations of the helpless separation, hated that it was difficult for human beings to be in the same situation as the gods, bitterly complained that the youthful love did not satisfy the wishes of human beings, and lifted up her sleeve to wipe away the tears that could not help but roll down to stain her clothes; she was sad that the beautiful meeting would be cut off for good, and complained that from now on, they would be separated by different sides of the sky. There is no indication of love tokens can be given to each other, will Jiangnan's valuable jade ring to me, "although secluded in the heavenly realm, I will often think of the king ......" has not yet finished, suddenly the line of hidden, the divine light fade away, I was disappointed.
So I went over the mountains, tracking up and down, looking for the footprints of Luo Shen. I look forward to the reappearance of Luo Shen's shadow, so I drove up the boat against the water, drifting at will on the Yangtze River, not knowing how to return, the thoughts are endless, and more increase the feelings of admiration. At night, he was so restless that he could hardly sleep, and his clothes were covered with thick crystal frost until daybreak. I had no choice but to order my servant to get up and continue my journey home. I took hold of the reins and raised the whip, hovering in the same place, unable to leave for a long time.
Appreciation
Cao Zhi (192-232) was called Zijian, a native of Peiguoqiao (present-day Huxian County, Anhui Province). He was the third son of Cao Cao. Cao Cao was the third son of Cao Zhi. He was a young man of great intelligence, and was favored by Cao Cao. Later, he fell out of favor because of his "uncharacteristic behavior and lack of self-improvement," and when Cao Pi became emperor, he was subjected to repeated suspicion and persecution, and finally died of depression. Cao Zhi had outstanding achievements in poetry and fugue creation. His fugue inherited the tradition of lyrical fugue since the two Han Dynasty and absorbed the romanticism of Chu Rhetoric, opening up a new realm for the development of fugue. Luo Shen Fu is an outstanding work of Cao Zhi's fugue. The author used romanticism to depict the sincere love between human and god through the dreamy realm, but in the end, because of the "different paths of human and god", there is no way to unite them and they are separated in despair.
The whole Luoshen Fu can be roughly divided into six paragraphs, the first paragraph of the writer from Luoyang back to the fiefdom, to see the "beauty" Mi Fei standing on the cliff, this paragraph is similar to the words of the book of the "into the words". The second paragraph, write "Mi Fei" beauty of the dress. The third paragraph writes "Yu" is very much in love with Luo Shen, she is really too good, both knowledge of etiquette and good speech, although she has expressed true love to her, to give tokens, there is a date, but worried about being cheated, the depth of adoration. The fourth paragraph writes Luo Shen for the "group of kings" of the sincerity of the situation after the feeling. In the fifth paragraph, the following two sentences of "I hate the difference in the way of human and god" are the meaning of this assignment. The sixth paragraph is about Yu's longing for Luoshen after the parting.
The most prominent features of the Luoshen Fu are three:
Feature one is rich imagination. It is imagined that he departed from the capital city of Luoyang and returned east to his fiefdom of Jancheng. On the way, at the edge of the Luo River, stopping to drink horse, in the Yanglin stroll, saw the goddess of Luo Mi Fei, her body swaying and fluttering like flying geese, Wanqu gentle like the swimming dragon in the water, beautiful, gorgeous than the autumn chrysanthemums and pines, pretty as the morning sun, pure as the hibiscus, magnificent. Subsequently, he had a love affair with her, and entrusted the water waves to convey the meaning, and sent the jade pendant to fix the love. However, her sacredness and purity made him not dare to do so. Luo Shen was finally touched by his true feelings, and met him, pouring out her love. But in the end, due to the different paths of man and god, there is no hope for the union, so he said goodbye to her. The imagination is splendid, the romantic and poignant feelings are light but not melted, making people sigh and worry. But this imagination and bizarre, is feeling Song Yu's "Goddess Fugue", "Gao Tang Fugue" two fugue and made.
Features of two, the word is gorgeous and not flashy, fresh air four escape, refreshing. The words are gorgeous but not impetuous, and the freshness is refreshing. They pay attention to couplets, pairs, meter, and the language is neat, condensed, vivid and beautiful. The language is neat, condensed, vivid, and beautiful. There is no other Han Fu that takes materials and ideas.
Characteristic three, the descriptive portrayal of the God, both with the metaphor, baking **** with, intricate changes in a clever and appropriate, give a person a kind of ho and not annoying, beautiful and not shocked feeling, make people feel like watching a masterpiece of painting, the characters have flesh and blood, and will not make people have a sense of nothingness. In the description of Luo Shen's body type, features, posture, etc., to pass out the appearance of the god of the sunken fish, the face of the falling geese. At the same time, there is the freshness and purity of "clear water out of hibiscus, naturally unadorned." The freshness and purity of the character is also evident in the description of Luo Shen's meeting with her. The depiction of Luo Shen's demeanor during the meeting with her makes people feel that she is floating in front of their eyes, with a beautiful demeanor. As for the description of the time when Luo Shen parted with her, "the screen cataracts closed the wind, the quiet waves behind the river, Feng Lai sounded the drum, and Nuwa sang a clear song." Love is sincere and pure. Everything is so beautiful, so that after the parting, people go to the heart to stay, love constantly, Luoshen's silhouette and meet and know each other when the scene is vivid in my mind, romantic and bitter, the heart and soul for the restlessness wandering in the water between the Luo can not bear to leave.
There are three reasons for the bitterness:
One is that there is a difference between man and God, and the lovers can't be lovers.
The second is that "Luo Shen" is his spiritual support, but she can only exist in his imagination, and it is difficult to find her in reality, so the loss is infinite.
Thirdly, this is to support the idea that he is not only unattached to the throne, but also repeatedly victimized by his brother's persecution, which makes him feel sad and indignant.
Introduction
This is the romantic love masterpiece of Cao Zhi, a famous literary figure in the Three Kingdoms era, "Luoshen Fu". Luo Shen Fu" was originally called "Feeling Zhen Fu". Its writing involves an intricate relationship between Cao Zhi and Zhen, the consort of Cao Pi, Emperor Xian of Han Dynasty.
According to the biography of Empress Wenzhao Zhen, Zhen was a native of Wuji, Zhongshan, and the daughter of Zhen Yi of Shangcai. During the Jian'an period, she married Yuan Xi, the son of Yuan Shao. In the seventh year of Emperor Xian of the Eastern Han Dynasty, during the battle of Guandu, Yuan Shao was defeated and died of illness. When Cao Cao took the opportunity to send troops, Zhen became a prisoner of Cao's army and subsequently married Cao Pi.
Cao Cao's wife Liu had a son, Cao Ang, who died in Wancheng. The second wife, Bian, gave birth to four sons: Cao Pi, who was generous and respectful; Cao Chang, who was courageous but not resourceful; Cao Zhi, who was clever and alert but addicted to alcohol; and Cao Xiong, who was sickly and weak.
Cao Zhi was a gifted and learned man, and at the age of ten he was able to write poems and songs that were much appreciated by Cao Cao and his staff. At the time, Cao Cao was obsessed with his hegemony, and Cao Pi had an official position, but Cao Zhi, being young and averse to fighting, was able to spend time with Princess Yan, which led to a love affair. After Cao Cao's death, Cao Pi ascended to the throne in the 26th year of Emperor Xian's reign (229 AD) and became the capital city of Luoyang as Emperor Wen of Wei. The state of Wei was established. Zhen was made a consort and died the following year.
The year Queen Zhen died, Cao Zhi went to Luoyang to see his brother. Cao Rui, the crown prince born to Queen Zhen, accompanied his uncle to dinner. When Cao Zhi looked at his nephew, he remembered the death of Queen Zhen, and his heart ached with sorrow. After the meal, Cao Pi then gave Cao Zhi the jade skeletonized gold belt pillow, a relic of Queen Zhen.
Cao Zhi saw the object and thought of others, when he returned to the fiefdom, he stayed in the boat at night, and in a trance, he saw Zhenfei coming in the wind, Cao Zhi woke up with a shock, but it turned out to be a dream. Returning to Jancheng, Cao Zhi's mind was still reeling with the scene of his encounter with Queen Zhen at Luoshui, so his mind was stirred and he wrote a piece of "Sense of Zhen Fugue". Four years later (234 A.D.), Emperor Cao Rui succeeded to the throne and changed the name of the original fugue to Luo Shen Fu because he found the name of the original fugue to be indecent.
Because of the influence of this Fu, coupled with the people moved by the tragedy of Cao Zhi and Zhen's love, so the old passes on to the Queen Zhen identified as the God of Luo.
Report to Ren An Sima Qian
Report to Ren An is a letter written by Sima Qian to his friend Ren An when he was a magistrate in the middle of the Han Dynasty, which can be found in the Han Shu (Book of the Han Dynasty) and the Selected Writings, Volume 41. Ren An, with the character Shaoqing, was a native of Xingyang in the Western Han Dynasty. He was poor when he was young, but later became a servant of the general Wei Qing, and thanks to Wei Qing's recommendation, he became a langzhong, and later moved to be the assassin of Yizhou. In the second year of Zhenghe's reign (91 years ago), a witchcraft case occurred in the imperial court, and Jiang Chong took the opportunity to frame Prince Hostile (Liu Zhai), who sent troops to kill Jiang Chong and others and fought with the Prime Minister's (Liu Qufeng's) army in Chang'an. At that time, Ren'an acted as a messenger of the Northern Army (an official who supervised the northern army of the capital's forbidden army), and he received the order of the hostile prince to send troops, but he didn't make any move according to the army. After the incident of the hostile prince was settled, Emperor Wu of Han believed that Ren An was "sitting on the fence" and "harboring deception and disloyalty", and he was beheaded for the crime. Ren An wrote a letter to Sima Qian after his imprisonment, hoping that he would "do his best to promote the righteousness of the scholar" and save himself. It was not until Ren An was on his deathbed that Sima Qian wrote this famous letter. In this letter, Sima Qian recounted the shame he had suffered, poured out his inner pain and dissatisfaction, explained the reason why he "endured and survived", expressed his determination to complete the "Records of the Grand Historian", and at the same time reflected his view of literature and life. At the same time, it reflects his views on literature and life and death. Therefore, this letter is an important article for the study of The Records of the Grand Historian and Sima Qian's life and thought.
The original text of "Reporting Ren'an Book" is long, and was abridged when it was chosen as a text. The original text begins with a description of the meaning of the letter and the reason for the delay in answering the letter, but in order to maintain the relative completeness of the text, only the part explaining the reason for the delay in answering the letter has been deleted. In the following, he first said that he was a "criminal" and that he had "lost his shape as a subordinate in the midst of the door and window", and thus was not qualified to "push for the promotion of scholars", and politely declined Ren'an's request. Then, he elaborated on how he was convicted for interceding on behalf of Li Ling. This paragraph is in fact a statement that the reason why he could not defend Ren An was not due to a lack of courage to speak out, as evidenced by his defense of Li Ling. This part is the following part of the padding, because too long, had to be deleted. Ban Gu in the "Han Shu - Sima Qian biography" of the "praise", the evaluation of this letter is: "Pure and angry, the book is also letter." Yan Shigu's note: "The letter "Reporting Ren'an Book" is a self-expression of one's own aspirations, and the letter is not fallacious." The second half of the letter is excerpted from the text in order to highlight the theme of "the secret and indignation" and "self-expression of one's own ambition".
The whole text*** is divided into four paragraphs.
Paragraph 1, first explains the content of Ren An's letter, and then apologizes for the late reply. "Push Yin Jinshi" is Ren'an asked the author to "say something" euphemism, "servants do not dare to do so" is the core of this paragraph, which leads to the self-expression of their own aspirations.
Paragraph 2, the main statement of their own suffer extreme humiliation but not suicide. It can be divided into three layers.
The first layer, from "the servant's ancestors, not have to dissect the runes of Dan Shu's work" to "vegetarian self-set up to make it". First of all, the position of the ancestors is not important for the son of heaven, and the world is light, and then if you do not choose to be put to death, but "ambush to be put to death", in the eyes of the people around them, they deserve it, and can not show that they have any moral integrity.
The second layer, from "people have a death" to "almost for this". "People have a death, or heavier than Mount Taishan, or lighter than a feather, the use of the tendency to be different" to carry on (death has no value) to start the next (the difference between humiliation and not humiliated). Then he lists the different levels of dishonor and humiliation to show that he has been extremely humiliated. Then he used similes and comparisons to illustrate that one's ambition would gradually decline in a humiliating situation, and then he cited the example of a king, a prince, and a general who could not commit suicide after being humiliated to repeatedly illustrate that "a scholar's honor" could not be slightly humiliated, and that he should commit suicide before being punished if he wanted to die for his honor.
The third layer, from "the lady's feelings are not greedy for life and death" to "and the literary style is not expressed in the future generations. The reason why he was humiliated and did not die is to make "literary elegance in future generations". Sima Qian further affirmed that he did not care about his family, nor did he lack the courage as "Zang captured a servant girl and concubine, but he was able to lead the decision", but when he died gently, he also gave up the cause for which he dedicated his life and service at the same time. To the life and career, Sima Qian frankly and confidently expressed his own heart, he "so endure to live, secluded in the dung and not resigned", is "hate the selfishness is not complete, despicable without the world, and the literary style is not expressed in the future generations. His personal value in the long history to measure the vision of the grand, and finally made him out of the ordinary "dead" concept of the shackles, and chose a more testing of the human spirit and will of the thorny road.
Paragraph 3, further explains that the reason why he was putrefied and survived is to complete the Records of the Grand Historian. It can be divided into two layers.
The first layer, from "the ancient rich and famous Mo extinguished" to "think of hanging empty text to see themselves", listing the ancient praised "suave and extraordinary people" after being humiliated, "on the book policy, in order to see". The first is the case of the "Suave Man", who was praised in ancient times and was humiliated, and then "wrote a book to relieve his anger".
The second level introduces the style and purpose of the Historical Records, and explains that he "did not sulk at the extreme punishment" in order to complete the Historical Records.
Shi Ma Qian's lofty belief in life and career is based on his observation and realization of the deeds of outstanding people in history who have gone through trials and tribulations; it is based on his inheritance and development of the tradition of the ancient scholars who devoted themselves to their writings through sufferings and tribulations. He found that those who were "rich and famous" in the past "cannot be remembered", and that only those who were "elegant and extraordinary", i.e., those who made contributions to history and culture, could be immortalized. He believes that the writings of King Wen, Confucius, Qu Yuan, Zuo Qiu Ming, Sun Bin, Lu Bu Wei, Han Fei and others, as well as the Book of Songs, are all ancient "sages angry for"; are the author of "some depression, not through the way", "recounting the past, thinking about the past," and "the past, thinking about the past," and "the past, thinking about the past," and "the past, thinking about the future. They were all written by the authors who were "depressed and unable to understand the way" and "recounted the past and thought about the future", and wrote down the knowledge gained from their painstaking contemplation and left it for the future to ponder over and examine. These ancient "sages" through the ordeal, strong will not yield, "retreat to discuss the book policy, in order to soothe their anger, think of hanging empty text to see for themselves", for mankind to make contributions. Sima Qian found his role model and precursor in this difficult course of historical and cultural development, and found the direction of his life and the path of his ambition. Sima Qian in order to complete the "Records of the Grand Historian", "suffered extreme punishment without a pout", strong living, his wish is "to write this book, hidden in the famous mountains, passed on to his people, through the Euphrates", and in this way, "to pay for the responsibility of the previous humiliation, although ten thousand killed, will there be no regret? I have no regrets"!
The fourth paragraph is the end of the letter. Sima Qian once again expressed to Ren'an his bitter and humiliating feelings of indignation, and stated his views on the rest of his life. Sima Qian said that he could not "lead himself deep into the caverns", and could only "float and sink from the common people, with the times, in order to get through his madness", and that this kind of pain was known only to himself. This pain is known only to himself. The derogatory terms "floating and sinking", "tilting and tilting", "crazy and confused", etc., are in fact the author's self-depreciation of his grief and indignation. The last and the beginning of the corresponding, once again politely explained that there is no way to "push Yin Jinshi" of the bitter feelings.
Reporting Ren'an Book" is far-sighted, rhetorical, generous, and moderately sincere, and it is an emotional and touching piece of writing. Among them, narrative, discussion, lyricism, ambition hovering, intermingled with one. Sima Qian's lofty belief in life and his dedication to the Historical Records in the letter have profound revelatory significance and educational value.
Translation
Duke of Tai Shi, Si Ma Qian who is willing to serve you as a dog and horse would like to pay tribute to you again. Your Excellency: I am indebted to you for the letters you have written to me in the past, teaching me to be prudent in my dealings with others and recommending worthy men. The sentiment was very sincere, and seemed to complain that I did not do as you said, but agreed with the opinion of the common people. This is not the case with me. Allow me to speak of my own stubborn and mean thoughts. I hope you are not to blame for not replying to you for a long time.
My forefathers, who did not receive such great merit as the Dan Shu or the Iron Coupon, were engaged in the drafting of instruments, the writing of histories, the recording of celestial phenomena, and the formulation of legal calendars, (which