Classical Chinese Translation of Travel Notes of Hongqiao

1. Translated from Wang Shizhen's "Travel Notes of Hongqiao", Beijing Shouhuai Gate, along the north bend of Xiaoqinhuai River, has many ups and downs on the banks of the vicious river, with lush bamboo and trees and crystal clear bottom.

People regard water as a garden stone, streams and ponds are stolen, and try their best to make the four seasons beautiful. Take a boat and drive northwest along the river. At the end of the forest, there is a rainbow-like bridge hanging under the stream to drink water. Another example is that beautiful women dress up beautifully and look in the mirror, which is called the red bridge.

Visitors must get off at Hongqiao, then board Pingshan Hall and count their way to fahai temple. The bridge is connected with the lotus pond on all sides.

In June and July, the lotus bloomed, the fragrance floated in Wan Li, the white boats with green curtains flowed endlessly, and Liang swam to victory. I have been to the north many times, and I have to look at each other through Hongqiao, which is very satisfying.

Looking around on the bridge, I suddenly lingered and sighed. In the intersection of sadness and joy, it is often impossible to use metaphors to explain the reasons.

Looking back at Wang's words and Jing Yan's sadness in Niu Shan, do you have any complaints? ! Ren Yin's Hope in Late Summer, together with Keane, Chacun and Ji Bo, is accompanied by songs according to the rhythm. You have written a chapter, which I think belongs to harmony.

Alas! Musical instrument Wen Tao, why middle age; Beautiful scenery, since it became a much-told story, my sons and I have been gathering and leaving unsteadily, and good opportunities are not easy to meet. However, the name of Hongqiao is sometimes spread to later generations because of philosophers, which adds to the sigh of nostalgia. As I am today, it is unpredictable.

2. Who is Wang Shizhen in Travel Notes of Hongqiao? Wang Shizhen (1634—171), formerly known as Wang Shizhen, whose real name is Zi Zhen, whose real name is Ruan Ting, whose real name is Yu Yangshan, whose real name is Shi.

People from Xincheng (now Huantai County, Shandong Province), who often call themselves Jinan people, are outstanding poets, scholars and writers in the early Qing Dynasty. Learned and ancient, he can distinguish the genus of books, paintings and Ding Yi, seal cutting fine stones, and poetry is a master of a generation, also known as Zhu Yizun.

Calligraphy is as beautiful as gold. After money, Kangxi dominated the poetry world.

On the creative charm of poetry. In his early years, his poems were beautiful and beautiful, but after middle age, they became vigorous and powerful.

Good at each body, especially the Seven Wonders. But failed to get rid of the habit of copying ancient books by Qizi. At that time, people called it "Shuai Li Yulin", but many people passed on his mantle.

I am good at taking notes, such as "I talk about red equipment", "Gu Fuyu Pavilion Miscellaneous Notes" and "Xiangzu Notes", but how wrong and inappropriate it is to argue and refute.

3. Hongqiao Travel Notes The guide word "Hongqiao Travel Notes" is the work of Wang Shizhen, a famous verve poet in Qing Dynasty.

Editor's Note Travel Notes of Hongqiao is the work of Wang Shizhen, a famous verve poet in Qing Dynasty. Wang Shizhen's poetry pursues the realm of "nothing to say, everything to follow".

Writing travel prose with his aesthetic taste also has the flavor of verve poetry. This article has a poetic tendency in language use and writing conception.

The original text is as follows: Hongqiao goes out of Huaimen Town and goes north along Xiaoqinhuai River, with undulating beaches, lush bamboo trees and clear streams. Most people are beautiful because the water is like a garden, pavilions, streams and ponds, quiet and graceful.

Take a boat and walk along the northwest of Hexi. There are trees and bridges everywhere. It's like drinking in a rainbow-like stream, and it's like a beautiful woman wearing beautiful makeup and flowing in a light mirror. The so-called red bridge is also. Visitors climb the Pingshan Temple, lead to fahai temple, disembark from the ship, and the path is under the Red Bridge.

Around the bridge are people's lotus ponds. In June and July, the lotus flowers are fragrant for miles. In full of green, white boats with good quality and low price come in an endless stream, which is a good name to win tourism. If you want to travel to and from the north, you must cross Hongqiao and enjoy it.

Looking around on the bridge, I suddenly sighed. When the friendship between sorrow and joy doubles in the middle, it is often impossible to justify itself.

Wang Xie's words govern the city, and Jingyan's sorrow is in Niu Shan. Looking back now, is it natural? Looking forward to the summer season, I accidentally crossed the boat with the philosophers in the temple. The tea house and Ji Bo, and the bar were extremely prosperous. I started to write two chapters, and the philosophers relied on it. Kyrgyzstan turns off its power, and even belongs to harmony.

Ha ha! Why do you have to be middle-aged? The mountains and rivers are clear, and they are a family of their own. Reunion with philosophers is not constant, and it is not easy to meet well. However, the name of Hongqiao may be passed down to later generations because of philosophers, which has increased the sadness of those who mourned in the past. If it is given today, it is unknown.

4. Translation of Classical Chinese in Hengshan Travel Notes 23. Interpretation of the Travels of Hengshan This article is selected from the Travels of Xu Xiake.

Mount Hengshan, one of the five mountains, is located in the north of Shanxi. Author Xu Xiake, word Zhenzhi, nickname Xiake, Ming Dynasty geographer.

Original 1 1 day, the wind disappeared. Cloud, cloud], clear as water.

Climb Mount Heng with crutches. Policy, tilt, hold.

Yue, here refers to Hengshan Mountain], facing east and upward, with shallow hills (low hills) and no climbing fatigue (jι). Jump, get up and climb.

]。 A mile, turn north, the mountain is full of coal, you can get it without digging deep.

One more mile, the earth and stone are red. There is a crooked pine tree by the road from Lili. The pavilion is called Wang Xian.

After three miles, the cliff stones gradually rose, and the shadows were shaded by pine shadows. It was a famous tiger's mouth. So [from now on.

Yes, on behalf of the tiger tuyere, the stone road lingered and began to climb up the cliff [along the cliff, through the cliff, up. Follow, follow, follow.

Use]. In Li San, there is a Jiefang Square.

Valeriana tall] yue "north [county name. Here, it is generally referred to as "the first mountain in the north", and the official kitchens and wells are all available.

Go up the steps from the right to the east. Pick it up, put down your steps and walk up], the cliff is half a bedroom, the flying grottoes are in the north of the palace, and then the Beiyue Hall is also on it.

Climb the precipice and descend to the official tower. Your Highness's cloud level [very high steps] is inserted into the sky, and the upper and lower doors [w incarnation, the hall is surrounded by corridors], and the domes stand tall and stone monuments. Dome, high.

Li Sen, dense appearance]. From the top right of the temple, there is a grotto, which is next to the room (just want to change it into a room), saying it will be Sendai.

Taichung is like [shaping] a group of immortals, with no gaps in the ring. In my spare time, I want to jump (jι) dangerous [high] cliffs and climb to the top.

And 【 Huan, U-turn 】 crossing Yuediandong, looking at two cliffs, thousands of feet, a grass man, climbed to the top of the mountain (Jinàn) Road 【 remote path 】, so he took off his clothes and climbed 【 niè, step on 】. Two miles, out of the cliff, looking up at the top, or half a day [looking up at the top of the mountain, or hanging in the air.

Extremely, extremely, the highest point], and the dwarf trees are dense [dense] all over the mountain. If the bamboo is withered [chá yā, it looks uneven], but it can be scratched and broken. It's hard, but if you fall into Hong Tao, you can't get out. I [I] benefited from courage, and I [jí, jujube] for a long time.

This refers to the top of a thorny shrub. The sky is clear and beautiful, overlooking the north of the mountain, cliffs and dense trees.

There are no trees in the mountains, but trees in the rocks. All the stones are in the north, so all the trees are in the north.

Hunyuanfu [place name] city edge [a city], that is, in the foothills. A bird's-eye view across the mountain from the north is endless.

There are Longquan in the south and Wutai in the west, with Qingqing as its companion [blue, with Hengshan as its companion. This refers to Hengshan.

If it is near, Longshan is in the west (gèn) and the peak is in the east. If it is on a par, it is on a par (mèi). Describe the appearance of being together.

Than, and. Waiter, sleeves] Down the desert.

Then go down to Xifeng, overlooking the gorge and cliff, overlooking the vast expanse, and dare not go down. Suddenly looking back at the east, there was a man staggering on the mountain. Asked about it, he pointed to the southeast pine and cypress, looking ahead, and it was the cliff top behind the bedroom.

After a while, the fruit will take the path. When you pass the pine forest in the south, you first look at the pines and cypresses from the top, such as the stems of garlic leaves. At this point, the pine and cypress in the tiger's mouth are a hundred times higher.

Straight down from the cliff gap, just to the right of the bedroom, that is, flying to the grottoes. 1 1 day, the sky in Wan Li was cloudless and the wind stopped. The clear sky is like washed water.

I started climbing Hengshan Mountain with crutches and walked east. All the way is a low earth mountain, and there is no hard work to climb. After walking for a mile, turn north and walk again. All the mountains you can see are coal, and you don't need to dig very deep to get them.

After another mile, the soil and stones on the mountain turned red. There is a pavilion next to the winding pine trees, called Wang Xianting.

After walking three miles, the cliff gradually rose, and the sun cast a shadow like a sieve through the pine tree. This place is called Hufengkou. From then on, the stone road lingered and began to climb from the cliff.

After climbing three miles, there is a tall archway engraved with "the first mountain in the north", which has a mansion, a kitchen and a well. From the right side of the archway to the east, along the stone steps, the half waist of the cliff is the bedroom, the north side of the bedroom is the Feitian Grottoes, and then up is the Beiyue Hall.

Above the Beiyue Temple is a precipice, and below is next to the official residence. Your highness's high steps go straight into the sky, and tall stone tablets stand up and down the corridor. From the right side of the temple, there is a grotto, which forms a room next to the Beiyue Hall, called Huisendai.

There are many immortals in Taichung, which are closely arranged around without gaps. At this time, I just want to climb down from a high cliff and die.

Turning to the east of Beiyue Temple, you can see where the high cliff is cracked, with a thousand feet of grass hanging in the middle, which is the path leading to the summit. After two miles, I walked out of the high cliff and looked up at the top of the mountain, still hanging in the air. But the mountain is full of thorns, jagged branches and dead bamboo. I just hooked my clothes, grabbed the ladder and broke it immediately. I keep trying, but I seem to have fallen into a torrent, and I can't get out without getting into the water.

I summoned up more courage to climb, and it took me a long time to drill out the thorns and climb to the summit. At this time, the sun is shining and dazzling. Looking down from the north of the mountain, the cracked rocks on the cliff fell one after another, and all kinds of trees were shaded.

There are no trees in the earth mountain of this mountain, but there are trees in the stone mountain. The slopes in the north are all rocky mountains, so trees grow in the north.

Hunyuan may also be in the foothills. Looking north, across a heavy mountain, there is no margin.

Longquan Mountain in the south and Wutai Mountain in the west are lush and lush, accompanied by Hengshan Mountain. Nearby is Longshan, which extends to the west, and to the east of Longshan is its branch peak, which seems to be shoulder to shoulder, blocking the desert with sleeves.

After a while, I went down from Fengxi to look for the high cliff that had previously entered the gorge. I leaned down and looked at the vast expanse, afraid to get off. Suddenly looking back at the east, I saw a man rocking on it, so I went up and asked that man. He pointed to the southeast pine and cypress, and walked in that direction, which was the top of the high cliff behind my bedroom when I went up the mountain.

After a while, there is a road. Through the pine forest, the pine and cypress seen from the top of the mountain are lush, like garlic shoots, but when you come here, it is a towering tree with arms folded, more than the pine and cypress in Hufengkou 100 times.

Straight down from the cliff gap, on the right side of the bedroom, is the Feitian Grottoes. The first paragraph briefly describes the departure time and weather conditions.

There is a paragraph in the narrative that describes "the wind is as refreshing as washing", which is really a good weather without wind and clouds. The second paragraph describes in detail the process of climbing to the top of the mountain.

5. Yuan Hongdao translated the full text of the travel notes of Gaoliang Bridge.

The sorghum bridge is outside Xizhimen, which is the most beautiful place in Beijing. Two rivers are sandwiched between banks, weeping willows meander for more than ten miles, the water is clear, the fish sink to the bottom, and the scales and wings are distinct. The red building pagodas of Buddhist temples are dotted with beautiful trees. However, the exquisiteness seen from the seats set for tourists in Xishan is different in the morning and evening, and it seems to be specially used to entertain tourists. When spring is strong, the dignitaries in the city will come here as long as they are not particularly busy.

On March 1 day, I took Wang Kun and Shang Jizi to visit. At that time, the willows had just sprouted, the mountains were misty, the water was flush with the river bank, and the music on both sides of the strait continued. Sitting cross-legged on the roots of ancient books, taking tea as wine, green trees and waves like music, persuading people to drink freely. Clear water gives me an illusion, like fish flying in the sky, birds swimming in the water, and people coming and going, which is also like a part of this landscape. The tourists on the riverbank saw the three of us sitting on the ancient trees, smiling at each other like silly monks. And here we are laughing at their banquet, noisy and angry, which has nothing to do with this beautiful scenery, and we don't know where the joy comes from. After a while, I met Huang Hui who graduated in the same year, called him down, chatted with him for a while, went to Gokurakuji to see plum blossoms, and then went home.

6. Seeking classical Chinese about travel notes (original+translation) Since the Xishan banquet, I am a murderer, living in a state of fear.

If there is a gap, it will be a long journey. Instead of climbing mountains and mountains, entering deep forests and poor streams; Deep springs and strange rocks are far away.

When you arrive, you will sit under the grass and get drunk. When you are drunk, you will lie down and dream. The meaning is extreme and the dream is very interesting.

Get up, get up, come back. I thought all the mountains in the state had different states, so did I, but I didn't know the strangeness of the Western Hills.

On September 28 this year, I started pointing fingers because I was sitting in Fahua West Pavilion watching the Western Hills. So he ordered his servants to cross the Xiangjiang River, where the stream was dyed, wild and hairy, and the poor mountains were high.

Crawling and crawling, squatting and roaming, and then the soil of several States is padded below. Its struggle is bleak, if it is like a cave, it is thousands of miles in size, and it can't be hidden. It is dazzling blue and looks like the sky outside.

Then I knew it was a unique mountain, unlike Pei [Tulou]. It is leisurely and suffocating, but it is not enough; Travel with the creator without knowing his poverty.

When I'm drunk, I'm drunk. I don't know the day, it's pale dusk. I came from far away and saw nothing, but I still don't want to come back. The mind is condensed and released, blending with everything.

Then I know I haven't started swimming yet. I have already started swimming, so I am writing for it. It's won and four years.

Ever since I became a criminal and humiliated person (like a sinner, the author was demoted) and lived in this state (Yongzhou), I have been afraid and uneasy. During that free time, I walked slowly and visited freely. Climb the mountain with your companions every day, go deep into the forest, and walk along the winding stream to the end.

There is no remote place without deep springs and strange rugged rocks. When you get there, pull up the weeds and pour out all the wine in the pot until it is finished.

Lie down next to each other when you are drunk, and lie down and dream. What I yearn for in my heart, even the fun of dreaming is the same.

Get up after waking up, get up and go home. I think all the scenery in this state has a strange attitude. I have and appreciate this attitude, but I never knew the strangeness and uniqueness of the Western Hills.

On September 28th this year (in the 4th year of Yuanhe, AD 809), because I was sitting in Fahuaxi Pavilion (the pavilion on the west side of Huokeji), I pointed to the Western Hills. So he ordered his servants to cross the Xiangjiang River, cut off the thorns and shrubs entangled by the dyed stream, and burn the dense and messy weeds (grass leaves) until they were cleared to the highest place in the mountain.

Climbing up the mountain, sitting on the ground with legs outstretched (like a dustpan, it was an impolite or comfortable sitting posture of the ancients) and enjoying it, then the land in several States is under their own cushions. Their high and low situation suddenly appeared, living in low-lying areas, some like ant seals (small mounds next to ant holes), and some like caves.

It seems that there are only scenes of the same size, but in fact they are thousands of miles apart. (all the mountains and rivers in the distance) converge and shrink, and there is nothing to hide. Surrounded by green mountains and green waters, it is the same to see the sun in the distance and look around.

(Climb the mountain first, you can see far away) and then you know that towering mountains are not equal to small mounds. How big is it? It seems to have merged with the great spirit of the whole universe. Where can we find its end? Walking leisurely with nature, I don't know the end.

I picked up my glass and filled it with wine. I staggered and fell into a drunken state (humility: describing the way I staggered and tired when drinking). I didn't know that the sun had set. The gloomy twilight, drifting from a distance, can't see anything, but I don't want to go home yet.

Thinking stopped, the body dissolved (describing a feeling of detachment and selflessness) and merged with all things in nature (combination: unconscious combination). Then I realized that I had never traveled before (meaning: the past tourism was not a real tourism), and the real tourism began this time.

So write an article (for: verb predicate, here is the meaning of writing) for this trip. This year is Yuanhe four years (Tang Xianzong Spring Calendar).

Xiaoshicheng Mountain is recorded from the north of Xishan Road, and there are two roads under Huangmaoling. One is to go to the west and get nothing.

One is less in the north and east, but 40 feet, the soil is broken and Sichuan is divided, and there are accumulated stones across its vastness. It's a beautiful beam shape, and it's awkward to come out from the nearby castle pier.

This is a black glance. Throw pebbles, there is water in the hole.

It has been ringing for a long time. The ring can be seen far up.

Without soil, a good tree and a beautiful arrow were born, strange and powerful. Its sparse number is suppressed, which is also determined by the wise.

Hey! I doubt whether the creator has existed for a long time, and the more I think it is sincere. It is also strange that it is not Zhongzhou, but Yidi, whose words are useless for thousands of years.

If god is not suitable for this, is it fruitless? Or: "to comfort your husband, to be ashamed of this person." Or: "Qi Qi is not a great man, but a unique thing, so there are fewer people and more stones in southern Chu."

Both. I don't believe it. From the intersection of Xishan to the north, cross Huangmaoling and go down, there are two roads: one is to the west, and there was nothing to find in the past; The other turns to the east, slightly to the north. After only forty feet, the road was cut off by a river, and there was a stone mountain at the end of the road.

The top of the rocky mountain is naturally in the shape of a female wall beam, with a fortress protruding next to it and a hole like a door. Visiting from the cave, it was dark, and a small stone was thrown in. The sound of water was loud and it had not been seen for a long time.

Rocky Mountain can climb around to the top of the mountain and stand on it and overlook it. There is no soil on the mountain, but there are good trees and bamboo, which are more peculiar in shape and hard in texture. The distribution of bamboo and bamboo is dense and uneven, as if it were deliberately arranged by people.

Alas! I have doubted the existence of God for a long time, and I think God does exist here. But strangely, he did not put this small Shicheng Mountain in the densely populated Central Plains, but in this remote and remote barbarian land. Even after thousands of years, he didn't have a chance to show his strange scenery. In vain, useless. It seems that the gods will not do this.

So God really didn't? Some people say, "God arranged this in order to comfort the sages who were exiled here with this beautiful scenery." Others said, "This.

7. Classical Chinese translation of Rong Mei's travel notes;

On the 29th, it rained cats and dogs, and the water level in Longjiang rose sharply. I go boating to catch fish. Fishermen make boats out of wood and pull nets on the river. When they saw fish in it, they flew into the water, holding a fish in one hand. After a while, the scenery along the river was spectacular.

Ji Yun Temple is also called Liuyunyuan. On the top of the mountain, every time it rains, the ink clouds are on the shoulders, lightning and thunder, and the west wind suddenly rises, and the clouds are heading east. For a time, they stood like a strange mountain peak. It is the most fun to close the window and leave only one window to see the clouds.

Cross Changle Ping on the 5th to see the mountain scenery. The road is very flat and seems to extend in all directions. There are mountains on both sides, filled with smoke, and the mountains are undulating. It was too late to see them. There are many deer in the grass, but there are only a few pavilions for decoration. Changle Ping is mostly three slopes, with twelve miles at the end and rugged rocks.

Original text:

On the 29th, it rained heavily. Longjiang river rises, buy wine for boating and watch fishing for fun. Its fishermen carved a piece of wood for a boat and pulled a huge net to cut off the river. If there are fish in it, they will fly and jump into the water. Russia leans over with a fish in one hand and a fish in its mouth. It is empty to jump into the boat in the waves. Seeing people in the river and water is as flat as a golden frog. Although ridiculous, it is also a spectacle.

Ji Yun Temple, also known as Liuyunyuan, is located at the top of the mountain. Every time it rains, it is covered with dark clouds and buried in people's shoulders. Only its hat is exposed, and it will hit the Lei Zhen wall when it comes down. The heavy rain suddenly passed, and the west wind suddenly came, splitting the clouds into thousands, all heading east. For an instant, it stood like a strange peak, and things were embarrassing. When the cloud is traveling, it suddenly closes the window, leaving a cloud hanging between the windows, which is the most entertaining.

On the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, I passed Changle Ping to see the mountain scenery. The road is as wide as a hill, with mountains on both sides and ever-changing smog. I am at a loss and picturesque. There are many deer in the grass, and people don't avoid it. There are few pavilions to decorate their ears. Ping Naisan climbed the slope, slightly up and down three miles, to the bottom of the water twelve miles, stony, dismounted and walked on crutches, crossing the Hanyang River, clear and shallow, bathing, but also here.

Extended data:

The Journey to Rongmei was written by Gu Cai, a writer in Qing Dynasty. This paper describes his diary of traveling in Xuanwei Department of Rongmei, Hubei Province (now Wufeng area of Hefeng, Hubei Province) during Kangxi period.

Rongmei: Place names, which were called western Zhejiang, Rongmei and Yang Rong in ancient times. It has broad jurisdiction. Today, most of Hefeng, Wufeng and Changyang belong to Jianshi, Shimen, Badong and Enshi. Its land is steep and steep, and it is a place where Tujia people, descendants of Cubans, live together.

The book records the origin of Gu Cai's visit to Rongmei Xuanwei Department, starting from Zhijiang County, Hubei Province on February 4, the 42nd year of Kangxi, and returning to Zhijiang County on July 8 of the same year, including the beautiful scenery, political, economic and social conditions, and the cultural development of Rongmei Department.

Tian Shunnian, the hero of the article, is a very humble corporal who advocates Central Plains culture. He has written many books and is very interested in dramas such as Peach Blossom Fan, which is why Gu Cai is happy to play in the wild. There are many forests in the book, which are as detailed as local chronicles.

8. The Travel Notes of Baoshan translated in classical Chinese lies alone at night, with fierce wind and waves, close to the pillow, and dragons dancing and whistling. The sound of it falls asleep, meaning fast.

In summer and April, Zhou Bao from Jingxi gave it to Wu Zhonglai. Keeping the line makes you curious and gives kindness.

It's the moon, so we watch the moon together in the seawall. Haitao landslide, moon shadow silver broken, boundless and cold, relatively suspicious of the world.

Give it great fun. Only in the dead of night, people lie in bed at night, and the wind and waves are threatening, always approaching the pillow beside the bed, dancing like a fish and whistling like a dragon. Images and sounds always enter dreams, making people feel free and easy. In summer and April, Jingxi People's Week came from Wuzhong. Bao Xu likes to be curious and gets along well with me. On 0/5 of this month, we watched the moon hand in hand at the seawall. The waves are like landslides, the moon is like silver, and the sky is high and the clouds are light.