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Zhang Wei's Classical Chinese Translation in Yuelu Academy.

1. Modern Chinese translation of the ancient prose Yuelu Academy and the urgent translation of Yuelu Academy.

There is a Tibetan room in Xiangxi, with a mausoleum on its back and a valley on its face. The soil is fertile and the spring is beautiful. It is a place where scholars study. Zhu Dong, the county chief in the early Kai Bao, was first built. Waiting for scholars from all over the world. One year in forty years, the benefits of being alive increased. Liu Yun came to North Korea, invited him to North Korea and asked him for books. The party is right, the length and circumference of the mountain. In the eighth year of Xiangfu, he summoned the temple, worshipped the master book of Guo Zi Xue, made it a professor, gave the name of Yuelu Academy and added a secretary. As a result, the name of the academy began to be known to the world, and people who studied were in an endless stream. Since the Revolution of 1911 in Shaoxing, even if there is only one thing left, it is not only bad to pay attention to it once in a while, but also to concentrate on removing waste and bow their heads to be a barren hazelnut, and everyone passing by sighs. The avenue was changed to Yuan, under Jian 'an. Since the traitors were eliminated, the people's customs were quiet, they studied, visited Ya, and their thoughts were revived. Hunan people joined the academy and invited them. Hou Ruran said, "This is the benefit of the first emperor Zhang Sheng. Can it be abolished to encourage the world to practice for a long time? " Wu Yuan, a professor in Mingjun County, Dong Qi, is a waste. He spared no effort to build a house before his death. For a 50-year-old house, it is generally known that the old rules have been returned. In Xiaoque, the icon was first placed in the temple and 70 books were drawn, while the library was added to the north of the temple. The achievements have prompted many scholars to visit Yan Yan. In order to love its mountains and rivers and build a safe home, I can't bear to linger, thinking it is a good place for friends to give lectures. So he said to the toaster, "What Hou did was just a gesture. Do you want to talk to your sons in groups, but what is the plan to decide Cleo Road? " Does it make children learn to be a work of words and expressions? Build a talent and preach for the benefit of the people. "Only people's lives are constant, but they are not complacent, so they depend on sages. Three generations of guidance, teaching-oriented, ethical and friendly; And Wang Daocheng. Although Confucius was not allowed to use it at that time, it was loved by all generations and spread endlessly. What is fruit? Yue: Benevolence, benevolence, and the will of the people are also determined, and so are those who kill everything in the world. Today's husband is watching and listening, holding his hand and walking, so that when talking and doing things in daily life, he says "Tao" instead of anything else. Is it Wu? Although, by nature, people in the same trade have different feelings, and the difference is very small, so it is very difficult to seek benevolence, and it is definitely more expensive to learn from it. Very good! Montessori has a deep heart. Qi Xuanwang couldn't bear to look at a young cow, so he taught it: "Being king is enough. "The ancients were so great that they were good at pushing what they did. On the road of filial piety-oriented Yao and Shun, it is not bad to ask her husband to crawl and sprint, that is, when the obedient teenager crawls in the well at first, he says: The heart is hidden by the side, and the end of benevolence is there, so it is not bad to ask. Try to observe my affairs, follow my brother's, deal with things, is it over, or do you know why? If you can keep it silently, expand it, and achieve it, then life will be wonderful, and if you are benevolent, won't it be? It has a long history, but it is not far from the beginning. Yes, it is what the sages preach. If you engage in it, you can do it all your life. Although if I live on the screen, it won't do me any harm, I can keep up with the times and have a career all over the world, but it won't do me any harm, so it's especially important to live up to Hou's wishes! Since Hou has made achievements, I will write a book to help comrades, so that I will not forget Hou's virtue and encourage myself.

2. Translated by Zhang Wei, the story of You Dongshan.

On the first day of April in the summer of Wuyin (A.D. 1 158), Yiyang Fangchou and Guanghan Zhang Qian made a farewell dinner for Dongping Liu Rui in Dongshan, Yongzhou. It rained for a long time, and the weather was fine. We climbed to the top of the mountain and looked around. The mountain was washed very refreshing. We put the dining tables in the room on the west side of the temple, looked around the courtyard and portal, and sighed and said, "Ah, this is the former residence of former Prime Minister Fan!" " The guests present were indecisive and stood up to ask for details.

Zhang Gong of Lingling said, "When Zhong lived here, I was only thirteen or fourteen years old. My late father appreciated Zhong's kindness and service to their family, so I also had the opportunity to serve Zhong. Zhong was very sharp-eyed, holding a piece of jade about an inch in his hand and using it to * * *. I didn't know this thing, so I went to see it many times. A child next to him deliberately lied and said, "This is a stone. Zhong was taken aback and said, "No, it's jade." "Alas, Zhong Gong is sincere. Even children don't cheat. You can imagine the spirit of Zhong Gong. "Everyone here is surprised.

Zhang Gongshi added: Zhong lives in this wing in the west. The house is small and close to the monks in the temple. Several grandchildren are still very young. One day, the grandson and the monk were playing in the temple. The monk didn't know that Zhong was the former prime minister. The two men took their grandchildren and abused each other. They happened to pass by Zhong, and his words secretly involved Zhong. Zhong treated it indifferently, as if he didn't hear it. The next day, the monk regretted it very much. Shame and restraint were unnatural. He came to his house to apologize, but Zhong didn't say a superfluous word in the end and treated them as before. Scholars in Yongzhou sometimes meet Zhong, who is very persuasive and teaches him personally. One day, as soon as I sat down, someone boldly asked, "What is the relationship between Fan Moumou and you?" Yeah, first name. At that time, Zhong's two sons were waiting beside him, and they were sweating with fear. Zhong frowned and said for a long time,' it's my dead father.' People who speak rashly are afraid. After a while, Zhong comforted him with gentle words and kept in touch with him. Although there are godsend factors, the measure of public loyalty is probably honed by acquired study and cultivation.

So, all of you here said with one voice: Jiangshan is still the same, but Zhong will never see it again. Decorate them like a bow and be lucky to meet them. Are they easy to remember such detailed details? And this house, after being burned by the war, can still be preserved alone to this day, standing tall and indomitable; Our younger generation can also hear the deeds of loyalty and publicity. Where is the coincidence?

3. Zhang Wei's trip to Dongshan Hongwu Translation Twenty-eight years ago, I lived in Wuchang.

There was a Mr. Jiang Yinxi in Wuchang, whose ancestors were also from Luling. He is over eighty years old and loves reading Taoist books. My son Gong Li can write poetry.

Both father and son are broad-minded people, who live in seclusion on weekdays, hide their ambitions and talents, do not associate with people casually, and only like me. On the first day of March this year, the three of us took four or five boys and servants, wine and food, and went out for a long trip.

Before dawn, walk east, walk about two miles through Hongshan Temple, turn north, walk about ten miles through the pine forest, and wade through the mountain stream. The water in the stream is so clear that a boat can swim in the depths.

A boulder by the stream can seat more than a dozen people. Pine and bamboo, shaded by green trees, are very dense.

At this time, the weather is fine, the weeds and trees are in full bloom, the fragrance is fluttering, and the birds are contending. So I began to clean the stone surface and sat on it.

After sitting for a long time, I heard a chicken barking and a dog barking. I told Gong Li to get up and took dozens of steps to the east. Over a hill, I saw a flat and vast field with more than a dozen huts nearby.

So I went to visit. An old man in his seventies, with long hair like snow, draped over his shoulders and ruddy face, looks like a drinker.

The old man invited us both to sit down. There are several sets of books under the window.

Gong Li took out a Liezi and I picked up a White Tiger Hall. Everyone wants to take the book away, but it is not convenient to ask for it. The old man read our thoughts and said, "These two books are useless to me."

So, the two of us each held the book in our arms and said goodbye. Go back to the stone and sit down. Assign boys to pick taro leaves as plates and put meat on them.

Gong Li lifted the wine bottle gourd to pour, handed the glass and drank several rounds in turn. Gong Li improvised a seven-character modern poem, and I also wrote one. Halfway through the drink, a rider turned out to be my old friend Li Qianhu, the left-back of Wuchang.

At first, he was surprised and smiled at each other, but he didn't stop and drove his horse away. Soon, he prepared a sumptuous dining table and brought a Taoist.

So we drink with them. The Taoist priest took out a frame of "Taiyi Real Man" and asked us to write poems.

I wrote a five-character ancient poem. Gong Li doesn't write, he just toasts Taoist priests.

The Taoist priest couldn't bear it any longer. He bowed down and begged for mercy, which made everyone laugh. Li Ganhu took out his pipa and played a few songs.

Gong Li also broke a bamboo, drilled several holes, and then played it, making a sound as sweet as a flute. The old man in Silverstream couldn't help singing "Su Wuman" and spent a lot of money.

The Taoist priest danced, and the two boys clapped their hands and jumped up behind him. After that, the Taoist priest bowed again and asked Gong Li, "Why didn't Mr. Wang refuse to write poetry because he was poor!" "Gong Li wrote a few quatrains, these poems are more novel.

So we started drinking again. Gong Li and I didn't drink much. We were both a little drunk. Soon after, the sun went down, only ten feet away from the western peak. Mr. Jubilee called us back and said, "Isn't there endless fun?" So, we bid farewell to Li Qianhu and Taoist priests.

On the way, Mr. Silverstream pointed to the foot of the mountain by the roadside and turned to me and said, "This is where I built my grave." He pointed to the peach trees on the roadside and said to me, "Come and see me here when you enjoy the peach trees next year."

After coming back, Gong Li said to me, "You should write a travel note on this trip." But I didn't have time to write this article.

This winter, Mr. Yinxi died unexpectedly. I cry and mourn.

The following year's Cold Food Festival, Gong Li and I made an appointment to sweep the grave for the elderly. Unexpectedly, I was ill again and couldn't go as scheduled.

Soon, I will return to Luling. When I leave, I will stay in Gong Li Palace to say goodbye, and then I will begin to remember my trip to Dongshan. I didn't finish reading it, so Gong Li took it and cried while reading. I couldn't help crying, so I stopped writing.

But thinking of befriending Chiang's father and son in the past, he was sent to pay tribute during Wuchang. In the second year, I went to Dongshan for a spring outing, and I kept a diary on the third day of August.

4. From Shishou to Yueyang, the Xiangjiang River is like a mirror, and the peaks are like snails. We can't see enough through the ship's window. The strangest thing is that Moshan doesn't stretch for more than three miles. The ship has been gone for two days, with a total distance of more than two hundred miles, and it is still hovering at the foot of the mountain. The sun rises from the mountain in the morning and sets at night, and the sun shines everywhere in the morning and evening. It is precisely because of the mountains around the river that the ship travels around the mountains. Although I walk fast, I only feel slow.

After Yueyang, we were about to visit Dongting Lake and were stranded by the strong wind. My brother wrote a "Curse Liu Xiucai", which is full of jokes. At night, the wind is strong and the waves are as white as snow. The lake near the shore turned into foam and the boat almost capsized. The younger brother said, "Isn't this Liu Xiucai's revenge on us?" I smiled and said, "It is common for brothers to joke." So everyone laughed,

At dawn the next day, the wind stopped.

If you feel good, please keep it up. Thank you.

5. "Zhang Dongshan's Travels" Wei Yi Hongwu twenty-eight years, I lived in Wuchang.