Listening to the sound, the clang and clang have the popular rhyme in Kyoto.

After asking about this person, it turned out that she was a singer from Chang'an who once learned skills from two

Listening to the sound, the clang and clang have the popular rhyme in Kyoto.

After asking about this person, it turned out that she was a singer from Chang'an who once learned skills from two pipa masters, Mu and Cao. Later, when she got older, her beauty faded away and she married a businessman.

So he ordered someone to serve wine and ask her to play a few songs happily. After she finished playing, she looked a little gloomy. She talked about the joyful things in her youth, but now she was wandering and sinking, describing herself as haggard, wandering between rivers and lakes.

In the two years since I left Beijing to work abroad, I have been content with the situation and enjoyed myself. But now I was touched by this man's words, and that night I felt like I had been demoted. So he wrote a long poem and gave it to her, with 616 words in total, titled "Pipa Play".

On an autumn night, I went to see off a returning guest at the head of the Xunyang River. The cold wind blew the autumn sounds of maple leaves and reed flowers. My guests and I dismounted and held a farewell banquet on the boat. We raised our glasses to drink but the music did not entertain us.

After drinking too much wine, I was even more sad that I was about to say goodbye. When I said goodbye, the bright moon was reflected in the vast river at night. Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa playing on the river; I forgot about the returning guests and didn't want to leave.

Look for the source of the sound and ask who is playing the pipa? The pipa stopped for a long time but there was no movement. We moved the boat closer and invited her to come out to meet her; we asked the servants to add wine, put back the lights, and start the banquet again.

She walked out slowly after being called upon repeatedly, still holding the pipa in her arms and half covering her face. I tightened the piano shaft and plucked the strings to play a few test sounds; before the tune was formed, the shape was very sentimental.

The sad and mournful sound of the string contains contemplation; it seems to be telling her life's frustration; she lowered her head and played continuously; using the sound of the piano to tell all the infinite past events in her heart. Gather it gently, twist it slowly, apply it for a while, and pick it for a while.

First played "Nancy Dress and Feather Clothes" and then "Liu Yao". The big string is loud, long and noisy like a storm; the small string is gentle and quiet, like someone whispering.

The noisy sounds are intertwined with each other; like big beads and small beads falling from a jade plate one after another. The sound of the pipa is sometimes like the smooth and smooth sound of birds singing under the flowers, and sometimes it is like the deep, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice.

It was as if the sound of the cold pipa in the water spring began to condense, and the condensed and unsmooth sound gradually stopped. It's like another kind of sadness and hatred is secretly growing; at this time, the silence is more moving than the sound.

Suddenly, it was like a silver bottle breaking and water splashing everywhere; it was also like armored cavalry fighting with swords and guns. At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings and plucked them; the fourth string made a roar that seemed to tear the fabric.

People on the east and west boats listened quietly; they saw the white autumn moon reflected in the middle of the river. She meditated, put away the pick and inserted it into the strings; she straightened her clothes and still showed a solemn face.

She said that I used to be a famous singer in the capital; my hometown lived in Xia Tongling in the southeast of Chang'an City. I learned how to play the pipa at the age of thirteen; my name was listed in the first team of the Jiaofang Orchestra.

Every time he plays a song, he is impressed by the art masters; every time he puts on makeup, he is jealous of his fellow singers. The wealthy children of Kyoto rushed to present gifts; after playing a song, they collected countless red ribbons.

The silver grate on the head of the tin is often broken and smashed; the red skirt is stained by wine stains, but I don’t regret it. Year after year we spend our time laughing and playing; the beautiful time when autumn turns to spring is wasted in vain.

My brother joined the army and my sister died, and the family fortune has been ruined; as the evening passes and the morning comes, I gradually grow older and lose appearance. There are fewer cars and horses in front of the door and only a few visitors; my youth is gone and I have to marry a businessman as my wife.

Businessmen who value profits rather than love often break up easily; last month he went to Fuliang to do tea business. He left and left me alone to guard the empty boat at the river mouth; the autumn moon accompanied me around the cabin, and the autumn water was cold.

Late at night, I often dream of having fun and reveling in my youth; I wake up crying in my dream, staining my pink face with tears. I had already shaken my head and sighed when I heard Pipa's sobs; and hearing her words made me even more miserable.

We are both miserable people who have fallen into the world; why do we need to ask if we have known each other before when we meet today! Since I left the prosperous capital of Chang'an, I was demoted to live by the Xunyang River and often fell ill. Xunyang is a desolate and remote place with no music; no orchestral instruments can be heard all year round.

Living in a low-lying and humid place in the Huanjiang River; yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow thickly around the house. What can you hear here sooner or later? It's all the sad cries of cuckoos and monkeys.

The flowers on the spring river are as beautiful as the morning on the autumn river and the moonlit night is as beautiful as this; I have no choice but to drink wine alone. Are there no folk songs and village flutes here? It's just that the hoarse and rough tone is really unpleasant.

Tonight when I listen to you playing the pipa and expressing your true feelings, it’s like my eyes are bright and my ears are bright when I hear the fairy music. Please don't refuse to sit down and play another song; I'm going to compose a new poem for you, "Pipa Song."

Moved by my words, she stood for a long time; turned around, sat down, and tightened the strings to make an urgent sound. The mournful sound was no longer the same as before; everyone present covered their faces and cried non-stop.

Who among you has shed the most tears? I, Sima Jiangzhou, am soaked in my blue shirt with my tears. 3. The full text of "Pipa Ci" in classical Chinese

Li Ji

Li Ji's name is Xiang, and her mother's name is Zhenli. Zhenli has a chivalrous spirit, and all the people she interacts with are heroes of the world, especially Chen Zhenhui, who is Yangxian. Ji is his adopted daughter. She is also chivalrous and intelligent. She knows a little about books and can tell whether the scholar-bureaucrats are virtuous or not. Zhang Xueshi Pu and Xia Libu Yun Yi urgently called him. The young wind tune is bright and refreshing. At the age of thirteen, he received the song from Zhou Rusong from Wu Dynasty and the four legends of Yumingtang. You Gong (Pipa Ci), but he doesn't do it lightly. Xueyuan Housheng Ji Mao came to Jinling to get acquainted with him. Ji Chang invited Hou Sheng to write a poem, and she responded by singing her own song. At the beginning, Ruan Dacheng, a native of Anhui, regarded Wei Zhongxian as a subordinate to Chengdan and lived in Jinling. He was denounced by the Qing Dynasty. Chen Zhenhui in Yangxian and Wu Yingji in Guichi took the lead in their work and maintained their strength. Dacheng had no choice but to ask Housheng to solve it. It was the pretended good general who was traveling with Hou Sheng every day. Ji said, "General Wang is poor and does not want to keep friends. How can I knock him down?" Ji Yuhou Sheng said: "I know Mr. Yangxian from his false mother. He is a man of high righteousness. I heard that Mr. Wu is especially Zhengzheng. Now we are all doing good things to you. How can I blame Mr. Ruan for being a close friend? And with the worldly hope of the young master, how can I be safe?" Mr. Ruan? The young master has read thousands of books, and what he has seen is worse than my concubine?" Hou Sheng shouted loudly and fell asleep drunk. General Wang was very unhappy because he resigned and could no longer communicate. Not long after the birth of the eldest son, Ji set up a peach-leaf ferry to drink wine and sang "Pipa Ci" as a gift. He said: "Young Master's talent, fame, literary elegance are not diminished by the middle class, and the middle class has not improved his skills. Today, the pipa lyrics are handed down." It’s true that I’m fond of Dong Zhuo, so I can’t hide it. The young master is unruly and unruly, and I can’t wait to see you again. I hope to love myself forever and never forget my song “Pipa Ci”, so I won’t sing anymore.” After Hou Sheng left, a man who opened his mansion and asked Ji to see him offered him three hundred gold coins, but Ji Gu refused. Kaifu was ashamed and angry, and even tried to slander Ji. Ji sighed and said: "Is Tian Gong Ning different from Ruan Gong? What do I mean by the praise I have given to Mr. Hou? Now I am going to him with a golden face. This concubine is selling the young master." He did not go.

(Abridged from "The Biography of Li Ji")

Translation

Li Ji's name is Xiang, and her adoptive mother's name is Zhenli. Zhenli has a chivalrous spirit, and the people she befriends are all contemporary heroes; she is especially friendly with Yangxian and Chen Zhenhui. Li Ji is her adopted daughter. She is also chivalrous and intelligent. She has a general understanding of ordinary books and can distinguish whether the scholar-officials are virtuous or not. Bachelor Zhang Pu and Xia Yunyi officials quickly praised her. When she was young, she had an elegant and cheerful style that was unique. At the age of thirteen, she learned to sing Yumingtang from Zhou Rusong, a native of Wu. "Chai Ji" and "Nan Ke Ji"), all of which can sing the pitch of the voice and the rhythm of the song. She is especially good at singing "Pipa Ci" but is not easy to sing. She once asked Hou Sheng to write a poem, and she responded by singing. At first, Anhui native Ruan Dacheng served in hard labor because of his attachment to Wei Zhongxian. He lived in seclusion in Jinling and was reprimanded by public opinion. This matter was very powerful. Ruan Dacheng had no choice but to ask Hou Sheng to relieve him of his embarrassment, so Ruan Dacheng used General Wang, who was friendly with him, to bring wine and food to him every day.

The king of Zhou Dynasty appreciated it deeply and provided millions of dendrobium to his mother every year. Tang Ying was very famous in the Daliang area.

Later, General Zhengxi Wang recruited him to the shogunate and followed him to Jiayyu, Zhangye, and Jiuquan. During hunting and military parades, he was asked to play the music on the plug. There was a subordinate named Yan Guda who was good at setting up battle formations. When he was about to fight, he ordered Tang Yingzeng to play the music of the warriors, and then he mounted his horse to kill the enemy. One day when it was snowing, (Tang Yingzeng) arrived at Yuguan, he heard the sound of slinging on his horse. He suddenly missed his mother and burst into tears, so he said goodbye to the general and went home.

King Xiang heard about Tang Yingzeng’s reputation and sent someone to hire him. He lived in Chudi for three years. Once while boating on Dongting Lake, there was a strong wind and rough waves, and the people rocking the boat were frightened. Tang Ying sat in the boat and played "Dongting Autumn Thoughts" before the wind and waves calmed down a little. When the ship docks? I saw an old filial ape with white eyebrows and beard jumping from the water plants into the boat window, howling wailing until midnight. At dawn, (the old ape) suddenly jumped into the water with his lute in his arms, and he didn't know where he went. Tang Yingzeng lost his beloved thing from then on, and he was so sad that he stopped playing the pipa.

Later, Tang Ying went home to visit his mother. His mother was still alive, but his wife had passed away. His mother told him: "On the night when my daughter-in-law passed away, there was an ape croaking outside the window. When I opened the window, I couldn't see it. My daughter-in-law said to me: 'I was waiting for my husband to come without seeing me, but I only heard the ape's cry. What's the reason? What? I'm about to die, but I haven't heard the sound of Lang Jun's pipa for a long time. If Lang Jun comes back, please ask him to play a song for me under the heather tree. '" Tang Ying once heard Wu Qin's words and felt sad. Too sad to bear. In the evening, he served drinks and played the pipa next to his wife's grave to commemorate her. From then on, he became crazy and indulgent, indulged in drinking and sex every day. During the war, he sold food (to soldiers) in the army behind his mother's back.

When Tang Yingzeng was in his sixties, he lived in Huaipu area. Some people from Taoyuan saw him and sympathized with him, and took his mother to Taoyuan with him. His whereabouts were later unknown.

Prince Zhenshi said: In the autumn of the Wuzi year, I met Tang Yingzeng on the road when I was begging for food. He was no longer dressed in brocade clothes. The next year, I visited Tang Yingzeng again. He cooked in an earthen pot and served his mother with a spoon and chopsticks. People look down on him, but I respect him even more. Tang Ying once looked up to the sky and sighed: "There are very few close friends in the world. After my mother passes away, I will go to the Yellow River area!" I sadly promised him to write his biography. It will be five years before I can finish writing the biography, alas! The world is in decline, destiny is bad, and people who lament that they have too few close friends, is Tang Yingzeng the only one? 6. Translation of the Preface to Pipa in Classical Chinese in the First Grade of High School

In the 10th year of Yuanhe, I was demoted to Jiujiang as a Sima.

One night in the autumn of the second year, when I was seeing off a friend at Penpukou, I heard someone playing the pipa in the boat. She turned out to be a Chang'an singer who once learned to play the pipa from two famous teachers, Cao and Mu. As she grew older and her beauty declined, she had no choice but to become the wife of a businessman.

I ordered the wine to be served and let her play a few songs happily. After she finished playing, she was very sad. It describes the joyful scenes of youth; but now, wandering and haggard, wandering among the rivers and lakes! It has been two years since I was demoted from the capital, and I feel calm and content with the status quo. After listening to her words, I felt the taste of being demoted that night, so I wrote this long poem to her, ***Plan It has 612 words (actually the whole poem is 616 words) and is called "Pipa Xing". 7. Translation of Pipa Ling Sheng Classical Chinese

I don’t know if there was a scholar who wanted to travel to the Wu region. He passed through Jiangxi, but the wind blocked his boat. He walked leisurely into the forest and passed a monastery.

The monk had already left. Outside the door of the room, there were several small corridors with pens and inkstones nearby. The scholar studied ② painting, and then used ③ brush to draw a pipa on the plain wall. The size was the same as the real thing.

After the painting was finished, the wind was calm and the boat was sailing. When the monk returned, he saw the painting place and didn't know who it was.

Then he told the villagers: "I'm afraid it's the sacred pipa of Mount Wutai." He said it as a joke, and it became a legend among the villagers.

When the scholar went to Wu for many years, he heard that there was a holy pipa in a monastery in Jiangxi, and the spirit should be different, so he was suspicious of it. Because when he returned to Jiangxi, he ordered the ship's crew to park at its old place and appeal to him.

The monk is not here either, and in front of the pipa he painted, there are already banners, flowers, and incense burners as offerings. Take the water, wash it all, and return it to the boat.

Tomorrow, again. The monk had returned home at night, and because he had lost his pipa, the neighbors gathered in large numbers, and Fang Ming lamented.

The scholar asked the question, and he said it beforehand: "There should be someone carrying a pipa on his back, so he is hiding." The scholar laughed and explained the reason for the painting and erasure. He was a spiritual sage. .

(Selected from "Yuan Hua Ji" by Huangfu of Tang Dynasty) [Notes] ① Guo: Searching. ②Attack: Good at.

③Handle: take. ④Dangyi: It was also at that time.

⑤After years: How many years have passed. ⑥Not one: more than once or twice.

⑦Flowers and flowers: Hang flags and offer flowers. ⑧: Back: Violation.

A scholar wanted to visit the land of Wu and was passing through Jiangxi. Due to strong winds, he parked his boat and walked leisurely into a forest to look for a monastery. The monk has gone out to other places. Outside the door of the monastery, there are several small halls and corridors, with pens and inkstones nearby.

The scholar was good at drawing, so he picked up a pen and drew a pipa on the white wall. The size was no different from a real pipa. After finishing the painting, the strong wind calmed down and the scholar set off on the boat.

The monk came back and saw the place where the painting was. He didn’t know who painted it. So he told the villagers: "I'm afraid this is the fairy Pipa that descended from Mount Wutai."

It was also a joke at the time, but this became a legend among the villagers, and people used it as a ritual to pray for blessings from the gods. , very effective. The scholar went to Wu. A few years later, he heard that there was a holy pipa in a monastery in Jiangxi, which had been effective more than once or twice. He secretly doubted this.

Therefore, when returning to Jiangxi, he ordered the ship to enter the original place where the ship was berthed, and went to visit Saint Pipa. The monk is not here either. In front of the painted pipa, flags have been hung, flowers have been offered, and incense has been lit in the furnace.

The scholar fetched water, washed it, and went back to stay on the boat. The next day, the scholar came to visit again.

The monk had returned at night. Because of the loss of his pipa, the nearby people gathered in large numbers and were about to lament together. The scholar asked specifically, and people said that the previous fulfillment came true: "Someone should have left today carrying the Holy Pipa. That's why the Pipa disappeared."

The scholar laughed and told them about his painting and scrubbing The origin of dropping the pipa means that the gods, immortals and saints have also become extinct since then. 8. The Translation of Two Paragraphs in Classical Chinese 2.3 of "The Legend of the Pipa"

Translation of the second and third paragraphs of "The Legend of the Pipa": Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of the pipa coming from the river; I forgot that the returning guest did not want to leave.

Find the source of the sound and ask who is playing the pipa? Pipa stopped, wanting to answer but hesitated. We moved the boat closer and invited her to come out to meet her; we asked people to add more wine and light the lamps again to set up the banquet.

She walked out slowly after being called upon repeatedly, still holding the pipa in her arms and half covering her face. After tuning and tuning, I tried playing a few times; the emotion was conveyed even before the tune was formed.

The sad and mournful sound of the string contains contemplation; it seems to be telling her life's frustration; she lowered her head and played continuously; using the sound of the piano to tell all the infinite past events in her heart. Gently gather it, twist it slowly, apply it for a while, and pick it for a while.

First played "Nancy Dress and Feather Clothes" and then "Liu Yao". The big strings are turbid and heavy like a storm; the small strings are light and fast like someone whispering.

The noisy and crisp sounds are intertwined with each other; the thick and crisp sounds are like big and small beads falling one after another on the jade plate. Sometimes the sound of the pipa is as graceful and fluent as the oriole's call under the flowers, and sometimes it is as cold and low as the flow of water under the ice is blocked. The sound of the strings is getting lower and lower, as if the spring water under the ice is cold and astringent and cannot flow smoothly. It seems to be condensed and motionless, and gradually breaks off, as if another kind of sadness and hatred are secretly growing; although it is silent at this time, it is more moving than the sound.

Suddenly, it was like a silver bottle breaking and water splashing everywhere; it was also like armored cavalry fighting with swords and guns. At the end of the song, she pointed the plectrum at the center of the pipa; the four strings roared at the same time, as if tearing the cloth.

People on the east and west boats were silent; only a solitary white autumn moon was reflected in the center of the river. She meditated silently, put away her picks and inserted them into the strings; she straightened her clothes and suppressed her expression of sadness and resentment.

She said that I used to be a famous singer in the capital; my hometown lived in Xia Tongling in the southeast of Chang'an City. I learned how to play the pipa at the age of thirteen; my name was listed in the first team of the Jiaofang Orchestra.

Every time he plays a song, he is impressed by the art masters; every time he puts on makeup, he is jealous of his fellow singers. The rich and powerful children in the capital rushed to send brocade silk; after playing a song, they collected countless red silk ribbons.

The silver hairpin inlaid with gold flowers was smashed; the red skirt was stained because of spilled wine. Year after year we spend our time laughing and playing; when autumn comes and spring comes, we pass the time casually.

My brothers joined the army and my sisters died, and our family fortunes were ruined. As the evening passed and the morning came, I gradually grew old and faded. There are fewer cars and horses in front of the door and only a few visitors; my youth is gone and I have to marry a businessman as my wife.

Businessmen who value profits rather than love often break up easily; last month he went to Fuliang to do tea business. After leaving, I stayed alone in the empty boat at the mouth of the river; the cold river water and the bright moon in the water surrounded the cabin.

Late at night, I often dream of having fun and reveling in my youth; in my dream, I cry and my red tears ruin my makeup. "Pipa Xing" is a masterpiece by Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi. The People's Education Press High School Chinese Compulsory Course 3 includes this poem (with a preface). The original poem is divided into five paragraphs based on its content.

The full text is as follows: In the tenth year of Yuanhe, I moved to the left to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, while seeing off guests at Penpukou, I heard someone playing the pipa in the boat at night. Listening to the sound, there was a clanging sound from Kyoto.

Asked about this person, I originally advocated women in Chang'an. I tried to learn pipa from Mu and Cao, two talented people. Then he ordered wine and asked him to play several songs quickly.

The song ends with pity, and he recounts the joyful things in his childhood. Now he is drifting and haggard, moving among the rivers and lakes. I have been in office for two years, and I feel at ease. I am grateful to the people who said that in the evening, I began to feel the intention of relegation.

Because of the long sentences, the song was given as a gift. Every six hundred and sixteen words was named "Pipa Xing". 1. The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn.

The master dismounted and was on the boat. He wanted to drink wine without orchestra. It's too late to be drunk and happy to say goodbye. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.

2. Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return the guest. Who is asking secretly? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak.

Move the boat closer to invite each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet. After calling for thousands of times, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.

The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft are sentimental before the tune is formed. The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of failure in life.

The formalities of the letter with a low eyebrow are continued, and the infinite things in the heart are said. The big strings are as noisy as the pelting rain, and the small strings are as murmuring as the "Nishang" and "Liu Yao".

Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring.

The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time.

The silver bottle bursts into water, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.

The boats in the east and west were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river. 3. While chanting and plucking the strings, I straighten my clothes and look down.

She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum. At the age of 13, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the Jiaofang.

Qu Ba once taught talented people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup. The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and there are countless red silk songs.

The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine. This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.

My brother left to join the army and my aunt died. There are few horses and pommels in front of the house, and the boss is married to a businessman.

Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. We go to and from the mouth of the river to guard empty boats, and when we go around the boats, the moon shines brightly on the river, and the water is cold.

Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.

4. I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, and sighed again when I heard the words.

We are both fallen people in the world, so why should we have known each other before? I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick. There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.

The land where I live near the Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house. What did you hear during the day and night? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans.

On a spring river with flowers and an autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone. Are there no folk songs and village flutes? It's hard to listen to the vomiting and muttering.

Tonight I hear your pipa music, and my ears are temporarily bright as if I were listening to fairy music. Mo Cigeng sat down to play a song and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing".

5. I have been feeling my words for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply. It's so sad that it's not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again.

Who among the audience cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet. 9. Read the following classical Chinese text and complete 11

Question 1: ⑴ Good at, good at ⑵ Same "seat" ⑶ Coincidentally, just in time to catch up ⑷ Final question 2: ( C ) Question 3: You What these people pity is just Luo Cheng's skills. What I pay attention to is the laws enacted by Tang Gaozu and Tang Taizong.

Comments: Classical Chinese words include content words and function words. The examination of classical Chinese words is mostly based on actual words.

Common function words include "ran", "yi", "ze", "zhi", etc. There are relatively many tests on Tongjiazi, polysemous words, ancient and modern synonyms, and words with flexible parts of speech.

Of course, the notes below the text are still the main focus. When learning, pay attention to understanding, avoid rote memorization, make breakthroughs in key points, and accumulate words that are easy to make mistakes and mix up.

Question 3: Analysis of the test question: First read the sentence as a whole. It can be seen that it is easy to understand. When translating, you should pay attention to the fact that the meaning of key words must be implemented.

The key words in this sentence include "cherish" and so on. "Cherish" has the same meaning as modern Chinese, and should be translated as "pity", and then connect the meanings of each word together to make the meaning smooth.

Comments: Translating classical Chinese sentences is a must-answer question in classical Chinese reading. There are generally two methods for translating classical Chinese sentences, literal translation and free translation. Literal translation is often used in high school entrance examinations.

Literal translation pays attention to the implementation of every word, especially the meaning of key words must be presented. To translate classical Chinese sentences, you must first know the meaning of classical Chinese words. Of course, when translating classical Chinese sentences outside of class, it is also a better method to put them into context and infer based on the context.