Han Yu's stone drum song

Author: Han Yu

I often take this picture off the stone drum and advise me to try to make a stone drum song.

Du Fu is gone. Li Bai is dead. What can my poor talent do for Shigu? .

When the power of the Zhou Dynasty was weak and people's grievances in China were boiling, Emperor Xuandi was furious and waved his sacred spear.

And open his great audience, accept all the tributes, and kings and lords come before him with sonorous weapons.

They hunted in Qiyang, proving their marksmanship, and the fallen birds and animals were scattered for 3 thousand miles.

This discovery was recorded and told the new generation that these drums were cut from protruding cliffs and made of stone.

Poets and craftsmen, all the first steps, creation and chisel-set in the mountains.

To be washed away by rain, baked by the sun, burned by wild fires, I am tired of seeing ghosts.

Where will he find the trace on this paper? Loyal to the original, without changing a hair.

The meaning is deep, the phrase is obscure and difficult to read, and the style of the characters is neither square nor tadpole-shaped.

Time has not conquered the beauty of these letters, which look like a sharp dagger piercing a living crocodile.

Like a phoenix dance, like an angel hovering down, like a jade coral tree with staggered branches.

Such as a golden chain of iron, tied tightly, such as a fragrant tripod thrown into the sea, such as a dragon ascending to heaven.

Historians forgot to collect these ancient poems in order to make the music songs of the two books more colorful and compelling.

Confucius traveled in the west, but not to Qin. He chose our planet and stars, but missed the sun and the moon.

It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I can't help crying when I think of these beautiful things.

I remember that when I was awarded the highest degree, it was the first year of Yuanhe.

The ancients joined the army of Fu You and were willing to help me remove these ancient relics.

I took a shower, changed my clothes, and then made a request to the headmaster, stressing to him the rarity of these most precious things.

They can be wrapped in blankets and packed in boxes. Ten barrels can only hold a few camels.

Like a high incense burner, add luster to the palace, otherwise their brilliance and value will increase by a hundredfold.

If the monarch shows them to universities, students can study them and decipher them without doubt.

Many people, attracted to the cultural capital, will soon gather from all corners of the empire.

We can wash the moss, pick out the dirt, restore the original surface and put them in a suitable and safe place forever.

The deep eaves and coverage of buildings have gone through a long period of time.

But government officials are used to their ways and will never go beyond the old precedent.

So the shepherd boy beats the drum to make a fire, and the cow polishes the horn on it. Who will start rubbing again?

Still aging and rotting, they may be erased soon. For six years, I have been sighing for them and singing to the west.

The familiar handwriting of Wang Xizhi, although beautiful, can have several pages, only for a few white geese.

But now, eight generations after the week, all the wars are over, why doesn't anyone care about these drums?

The empire is peaceful, the government is free, poets are respected again, Confucianism and men.

Oh, how can this petition be sent to the throne? It really needs an eloquent flow, like a waterfall.

But, alas, my voice, in my song of stone drums, turned into a pleading voice choked by my own tears.

Precautions:

1, Shaoling: Du Fu;

2. Xian Xian: Li Bai.

3. Spirit Pool: Decline.

4. search: hunting.

5. Gallo: Stop.

6. hey: ruined.

7. fly.

8. "shoot":

9. Hey: He, here refers to Japan;

10, e: refers to the moon.

1 1, commitment: yes or no;

12, um: no problem.

13, Eight Dynasties: The reference is unknown, generally referring to the dynasties after Qin and Han Dynasties.

14, then: What can I do?

Translation:

Zhang Sheng owns Shi Guwen's Zhou Dynasty rubbings.

Suggest that I write a song about the stone drum to praise it.

Du Fu and Li Bai were both talented, but both died.

A man without much talent is helpless in the face of stone drums.

The politics of Zhou Dynasty declined and the whole country was in turmoil.

Zhou Xuanwang stood up angrily and waved.

When celebrating the celebration, I opened the hall to accept my congratulations.

After that, the sword was chopped.

How handsome Wang Xuan was when he was hunting in Qiyang.

Animals everywhere have nowhere to hide and are trapped.

In order to make this heroic work famous,

Chiseling mountains, stone carvings and stone drums destroy the steep mountain situation.

My followers are the best in the world,

Select excellent writing stones and put them on the hillside.

Despite years of rain, sunshine and wildfires,

Guarding the stone drum with ghosts and gods will never be lost.

Where did you get the manuscript of this rubbings?

It's complete at all, and there are no mistakes at all.

The words are rigorous, the content is secret and difficult to understand.

Fonts are not as unique as official documents.

After a long time, it is inevitable that the strokes will be damaged.

Still like a sword to cut off a live jiaozi catfish.

Handwriting is like a couple flying in the air,

The strokes are like coral branches.

The thick hook passes through the lock knob like a gold thread and an iron thread.

It's like weaving a shuttle and a dragon.

On Confucian scholars' compilation of The Book of Songs,

The content of Daya Xiaoya is narrow but not gorgeous.

No wonder Sun Tzu didn't travel to Qin, so he was ignorant.

Poetry is not like picking stars, but missing Xi.

Ah, although I am old, I suffer from being born too late.

I was crying in Shi Guwen.

When I was appointed as a doctor at Imperial College,

This year was changed to epoch year, which was called Yuanhe year.

My friend works in Fengxiang Building.

Once designed to dig a stone drum pit for me.

I brushed my hat, took a shower and told Imperial College London to provide a drink.

How many treasures can there be in the world?

As long as the mat is wrapped in felt, it can be delivered immediately.

Ten stone drums can be carried by only a few camels.

Dedicated to the ancestral temple, compared to a composition.

Is it too much for the price to be 100 times higher than the fixed price?

If the emperor kindly allowed him to stay at Imperial College,

Students can delve into explanations and cut them together.

In the Han Dynasty, Hongdumen Temple was still congested.

You will see the whole country rushing about for this.

Remove the moss and mud dust, revealing the edges and corners of the characters,

Put it flat, steady and straight.

High-rise buildings have deep eaves and thick tiles.

Experienced a long time without accidental injury and frustration.

All North Korean officials are very sophisticated,

They have no idea. Are they willing to run around?

The shepherd boy knocked on the drum and ground his horn with it.

Who can touch this treasure with their hands?

The weathering of years will be buried.

Looking west for six years, I sighed!

When calligraphy was popular, Wang Xizhi took the opportunity to show his charm.

You can also get a flock of white geese by writing a few.

A week later, the Eight Generations War was over.

So far, no one has cleaned it up. What can we do?

Now is the time for world peace,

The emperor attached great importance to Confucianism and praised Kong Qiu Mencius.

How can I suggest to the emperor?

I am willing to use eloquent people to let my words speak freely.

Shigu song is over here,

Alas, my wish is probably in vain!

Appreciate:

Shi Guwen is the earliest stone carving in China, which was made in Qin Dynasty. The content describes the hunting situation, and the text is Da Zhuan. What does Han think he did? Its real object is now in the Palace Museum in Beijing.

The poet lamented that the stone drum cultural relics were abandoned and urged the authorities to protect the stone drum and not to use it, thus complaining. The first four sentences always start from scratch. I am ashamed that I dare not write songs without Du Li's talent. Zhou Gang's twelve sentences are about tracing the history of stone drums. Ten Sentences of Public Obedience is about Shi Guwen's words and fonts and their retained values. The six sentences of "Confucian rough" are that the Book of Songs did not accept Shi Guwen's suspicion, which is the carelessness of Confucius. Recalling the past 18 sentence is the process of discovering the stone drum and suggesting to keep imperial academy. The ten sentences in China and North Korea are that the Syrian authorities refused to accept the poet's suggestion and lamented the abolition of the stone drum cultural relics. Jin Fang's six words hope that in the era of respecting Confucius, Shigu can be moved to imperial academy.

The composition is neat, the words are rigorous and dense, and the rhyme is clear.

Han Yu's ancient poems

mountain-stones

Han Yu

The towering and steep rocks, narrow mountain roads like sheep intestines, and the dusk when bats are flying come to this temple.

When I climbed the steps of the temple and sat down, there was a field soaked in rain. The rain made the branches and leaves of banana rough and the mountain was more beautiful.

Monks told me that the ancient city walls were magnificent, lit by torches and looked sticky.

Make my bed and prepare rice soup. The food is rough, but it is enough to fill my stomach.

It's late at night, sleep quietly, the white stopped rumbling, the moon climbed the mountain, and the brightness entered the doors and windows.

At dawn, I left alone, unable to see the way in and out of the fog, and I groped my way up and down.

The mountains are bright red, Jianshui River is green, shiny and watery, and pine and oak trees are densely surrounded and lush.

I met a stream on the road, stepped barefoot at the foot of a stone, and the sound of running water blew up my clothes.

These things themselves can make life happy. Do you have to be a man? .

Why, how can I go back to my hometown when I am old?

About the Mid-Autumn Festival, officials should be divided.

Han Yu

The clear sky has opened, the Milky Way has gone, the breeze blows across the sky, and the bright moon shows its waves.

The sand is smooth, the water is still, there is no sound or shadow, just like I give you a glass of wine and ask you to sing.

But your song is so sad and your voice is so bitter that my tears turned into rain before I finished listening to it.

On the Dongting Lake, Jiuyi Mountain towering into the sky, dragons, crocodiles, ups and downs, apes, flying foxes, sobbing.

At the risk of death in nine cases out of ten, I arrived at my official post, where I lived alone and silently, as if I were hiding.

I left my bed, afraid of snakes; I eat, I'm afraid of poison, and the air in the lake is rancid, breathing its foul smell.

Yesterday, I played drums in front of the country, an emperor was crowned, and a realm changed.

The pardon runs 300 miles a day, and all the dying people get their sentences reduced.

Expulsions were promoted, exiles were recalled, corruption was abolished, and honest officials were appointed.

My superior sent my name, but the governor didn't listen, and Kan Ke had to move Man Jing.

My position is very low and useless. They may punish me with a whip in the street.

Most of my exiled companions are going home now. For me, this is a trip to heaven beyond climbing.

Stop your song, I beg you, listen to mine, a song completely different from yours:

Tonight is the loveliest moon of the year, and everything else is arranged by fate, which is beyond our control.

But, to reject this wine, can we choose more tomorrow?

Stopped in front of a temple in Hengshan Mountain, I carved this poem on the tower.

Han Yu

The five mountains are three fairs, four mountains are a ring, and Songshan is in the middle.

Hengshan Mountain is located in a remote place, and there are many monsters. God authorized Nanyue God to be the supreme power.

All the clouds and fog are hidden in its belt, and only a few people can see its forehead.

I came here in autumn, during the rainy season, and there was no wind in the dark.

I calmed my mind, prayed and hoped for an answer, because just thoughts can really reach heaven.

After a while, the clouds swept out the prominent peaks and looked up at the top of the peaks.

The Zigai Peak Ridge is connected with Tianzhu Peak, and the ups and downs are rugged and connected with Zhu Rong.

Steep Zhan Sen dismounted and bowed, and went straight to the palace of the gods along the pine and cypress path.

The pink walls against the red pillars are dazzling, and the pilasters on the ghost paintings are green or red.

Step on the steps, bend down and offer meat and wine to show your humility to the money.

The old priest claimed to know God's judgment. He was polite and pious and bowed many times.

Instructed me to throw a jiaozi with a cup in my hand and told me that my luck was the best.

I was exiled to the wild. Fortunately, I didn't die. I was willing to die here until the end.

Once the king's desire is cut off, God will not succeed even if he bless me.

At night, I lie on the top of the high tower and sleep. The stars and the moon cover the clouds? .

The monkey crows the bell and strikes the morning, and the sky is cold in the east.

A poem on the stone drum

Han Yu

I often take this picture off the stone drum and advise me to try to make a stone drum song.

Du Fu is gone. Li Bai is dead. What can my poor talent do for Shigu? .

When the power of the Zhou Dynasty was weak and people's grievances in China were boiling, Emperor Xuandi was furious and waved his sacred spear.

And open his great audience, accept all the tributes, and kings and lords come before him with sonorous weapons.

They hunted in Qiyang, proving their marksmanship, and the fallen birds and animals were scattered for 3 thousand miles.

This discovery was recorded and told the new generation that these drums were cut from protruding cliffs and made of stone.

Poets and craftsmen, all the first steps, creation and chisel-set in the mountains.

Are you tired of being washed away by rain, baked by the sun and burned by wildfire? oh

Where will he find the trace on this paper? Loyal to the original, without changing a hair.

The meaning is deep, the phrase is obscure and difficult to read, and the style of the characters is neither square nor tadpole-shaped.

Time has not conquered the beauty of these letters, which look like a sharp dagger piercing a living crocodile.

Like a phoenix dance, like an angel hovering down, like a jade coral tree with staggered branches.

It's like a gold thread tied tightly to an iron chain. Like throwing a tripod in the sea, like a dragon soaring into the sky.

Historians forgot to collect these ancient poems in order to make the music songs of the two books more colorful and compelling.

Confucius traveled in the west, but not to Qin. He chose our planet and stars, but missed the sun and the moon.

It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I can't help crying when I think of these beautiful things.

I remember that when I was awarded the highest degree, it was the first year of Yuanhe.

The ancients joined the army of Fu You and were willing to help me remove these ancient relics.

I took a shower, changed my clothes, and then made a request to the headmaster, stressing to him the rarity of these most precious things.

They can be wrapped in blankets and packed in boxes. Ten barrels can only hold a few camels.

Like a high incense burner, add luster to the palace, otherwise their brilliance and value will increase by a hundredfold.

If the monarch shows them to universities, students can study them and decipher them without doubt.

Many people, attracted to the cultural capital, will soon gather from all corners of the empire.

We can wash the moss, pick out the dirt, restore the original surface and put them in a suitable and safe place forever.

The deep eaves and coverage of buildings have gone through a long period of time.

But government officials are used to it. Are you willing to be grateful? Hmm.

So the shepherd boy beat the drums to make a fire, and the cows polished their horns on it, and no one dealt with them devoutly.

Still aging and rotting, they may be erased soon. For six years, I have been sighing for them and singing to the west.

People are familiar with Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, although it is beautiful. Maybe a few pages, just for a few white geese.

But now, eight generations after the week, all the wars are over, why doesn't anyone care about these drums?

The empire is peaceful, the government is free, poets are respected again, Confucianism and men.

Oh, how can this petition be sent to the throne? It really needs an eloquent flow, like a waterfall.

But, alas, my voice, in my song of stone drums, turned into a pleading voice choked by my own tears.

Late Spring by Han Yu

late spring

Author: Han Yu

Original text:

Flowers and trees know that spring is about to pass, and they want to keep the pace of spring and pay more attention.

Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.

Precautions:

1. This is one of the Sixteen Poems of Traveling South of the City written by Yuanhe in the 11th year. At this time, the poet is nearly half a year old.

2. Come back: everything will pass.

3. Huayang: refers to catkins.

4, elm pod: also known as elm money. Before the elm leaves, it first grows pods between branches. Pods are small and shaped like money. Pods are always white and fall with the wind.

5. Talent: Talent and ability.

Translation:

Flowers and trees know that spring is coming,

Everyone wants to keep the pace of spring, but they are all fighting for each other.

Even the money spent on a full moon is unwilling to be lonely.

Dance with the wind and turn into flying snow.

Appreciate:

Here, it seems that it only personifies the beauty of late spring. In fact, it also implies that people should seize the opportunity to make progress and create valuable things. However, it is worth mentioning that although Eucommia ulmoides Oliv. lacks the talent of vegetation, it does not hide from others, but adds a landscape to the late spring. Although it is not beautiful, it has made great efforts, and this spirit is commendable.

This is a poem describing the scenery in late spring. At first glance, it is just a common sight of a hundred flowers blooming, but further, it is not difficult to find that this poem is ingenious and unique. The poet doesn't write about the flowers falling and dying in late spring, but he writes about the plants staying in spring, presenting a colorful and moving scene: flowers and trees find that spring will come back, each according to his ability, colorful and flowery. Even Yang Shuhua and elm pods, which were originally full of color and flavor, were not to be outdone, and turned into snowflakes dancing with the wind, joining the ranks of staying in spring. The poem is nuanced, revealing secrets that predecessors have never obtained, opposing the feeling of ordinary poets dying in late spring, imitating the splendid situation of flowers and plants, and showing the elegance of late spring. A few strokes will give people an eyeful of scenery and a refreshing impression.

Speaking of it, it is quite interesting to renovate this poem in an ordinary way, and it also lies in the magical use of personification in the poem, combining people with flowers. Vegetation is a heartless thing, but it can know, understand and fight. There is a difference between talent and talent. Fantastic imagination is really rare in poetry. The last two sentences are particularly chewy, and readers can boldly imagine according to their own life experiences, which makes people think endlessly and have endless aftertaste.

After careful consideration, this collection of poems combines scenery with reason. Through the description of the scenery, we can realize the philosophy of life: the poet's description of the scenery has a knowledge of every grass and tree, cherishes the beauty of spring, and embodies his own cherish of the beautiful scenery of spring. Facing the scene of late spring, the poet turned the common feeling of cherishing spring into subjective participation, and his mood was optimistic and innovative. You see, Huayang Fish Pod does not hide from others because of lack of intelligence, nor is it afraid of being laughed at by others for teaching others to swim, adding luster to late spring. This gives a revelation: it is not terrible that a person has no talent. It is important to cherish time and not to waste it. Spring will give back to those who care.

Qian Zhonglian's Shi Ji is a poem written by Yuanhe in the eleventh year. Quoting Zhu Yizun's Criticism of Korean Poetry: What's the significance? However, this is the case. Indeed, in terms of describing the scenery in late spring, this poem can be described as sentimental, interesting and unconventional. The title of the poem is also "Traveling South in Late Spring", which can be seen that it was written in the suburbs during a spring outing. Poets use anthropomorphic techniques, not to mention that people cherish spring, even grass trees know that spring is coming soon, so a hundred flowers blossom and each has its own beauty. Yang Shuhua and elm pods are unpretentious, flying like snow all over the sky. People say that vegetation is heartless, and poetry says that knowledge, contention or solution are vivid and interesting. This is the interesting thing about this poem.

However, the word "no talent" is quite strange and has caused a lot of speculation. Or advise everyone to study hard and not be as vain as Huayang; Or people are incompetent and can't write good articles; Or irony; Or praise Huayang, although not beautiful, but interesting and courageous. When examining poetry carefully, poets should appreciate Huayang. Lack of talent should be a humorous pen to pretend to be frustrated.

The moral of this poem is different, and different life experiences and moods will have different understandings.

Hanyushan stone

rock

Author: Han Yu

The towering and steep rocks, narrow mountain roads like sheep intestines, and the dusk when bats are flying come to this temple.

When I climbed the steps of the temple and sat down, there was a field soaked in rain. The rain made the branches and leaves of banana rough and the mountain was more beautiful.

Monks told me that the ancient city walls were magnificent, lit by torches and looked sticky.

Make my bed and prepare rice soup. The food is rough, but it is enough to fill my stomach.

It's late at night, sleep quietly, the white stopped rumbling, the moon climbed the mountain, and the brightness entered the doors and windows.

At dawn, I left alone, unable to see the way in and out of the fog, and I groped my way up and down.

The mountains are bright red, Jianshui River is green, shiny and watery, and pine and oak trees are densely surrounded and lush.

I met a stream on the road, stepped barefoot at the foot of a stone, and the sound of running water blew up my clothes.

These things can make life happy in themselves, and you must become a man.

Why, how can I go back to my hometown when I am old?

Precautions:

1, accurate: steep and uneven.

2. Same oak tree, deciduous tree.

3. Local binding: restraint.

4. More: Again.

Translation:

The rocks are steep and steep, and the mountain roads are as narrow as sheep intestines.

Bats flew over the dusk and came to this temple.

Climb the temple and sit on the steps. It just rained.

After the rain, the banana branches have thick leaves and gardenias are fatter.

The monk told me that the Buddhist paintings on the ancient wall are really spectacular.

Look at it with a flashlight, I can't see it clearly.

Make me a mattress and prepare rice and vegetable soup.

Although the food is rough, it is enough to satisfy the hunger.

Quiet at night, sleep well, and all the bugs are quiet.

The bright moon climbed the hillside, and the brightness spilled into the doors and windows.

I left alone at dawn and didn't know how to get there.

I groped up and down outside the fog.

Mountain flowers are bright red, water green and colorful.

When I saw the pine tree, it was thick, dark and gray.

When the stream was in power, I stepped on the stone barefoot.

The sound of water stirred the wind and lifted my clothes.

If you can do this in this world, you should enjoy yourself.

Why are you bound, just like being put on a reins?

Alas, my fellow travelers,

How can you not go home when you are old?

Appreciate:

The title of this poem is Rocks, but it is not a poem about rocks, but a poetic travel note about mountains and rivers. Just use the first two words of the poem as the title. ?

The poet described in chronological order what he saw, heard and thought when he visited the mountain temple. The narrative from dusk to late at night and then to dawn is distinct, interlocking and intriguing. The first four sentences write what you saw when you went to the temple at dusk, and point out the scenery in early summer; The monk said four words, which was the warm reception of the monk; Late at night, write about the quiet night of the mountain temple and the comfort of staying; Dawn six sentences, writing the morning scene I saw and heard all the way to resign in the early morning; Four sentences in life are about yearning for the beauty of nature and humanity in the mountains. These things, which in themselves can make life happy, should be restrained? This is the central idea of this paper. ?

The whole poem is magnificent and magnificent, which is praised by later generations.