Ask for some famous classical Chinese, such as Teng Xu, Example, Hui and so on.

The pavilion is named after the rain, and it is also happy. If the ancients were happy, they would use famous things to show that they would not forget. Duke of Zhou got the grain with the title of the book; Hanwu is famous for years; Granduncle, named after his son. His joy varies in size, which shows that he has not forgotten one.

Give it to the next year and then rule the official residence. In order to stand in the north of the hall, the pond was dug in the south, and the trees were drained, which was a place to rest. It is the spring of another year, and the rain wheat has occupied the year in the sunshine of Qishan. People are worried when it doesn't rain in the middle of the moon. In March, it was raining second base, and it was raining second base. People think this is not enough. Ding Mao's heavy rain stopped in three days. Officials celebrate in the court, businessmen sing in the city, farmers linger in the wild, those who are worried are happy, those who are sick are treated, and my pavilion is suitable.

So he lifted the wine to the pavilion and told him that it belonged to a guest, saying, "What if it doesn't rain for five days?" You said,' If it doesn't rain for five days, there will be no wheat.' Ten days without rain? He said,' If it doesn't rain for ten days, there will be no food. There is no wheat and no food. When you are old, you are recommended to go hungry. Prison litigation is booming and thieves are rampant. So my second son and my third son, although we also want to travel and enjoy this pavilion, have we got it? Today, I will not leave my people, but give me rain at the beginning of the drought, so that my second and third sons and I can live in harmony and enjoy this pavilion. Can you forget? "

The pavilion is not only famous, but also sung, saying, "it makes the rain drop, which the cold can't think of;" It makes it rain like jade, and hungry people will never think it is millet. It has been raining for three days. Who can help? People say satrap. If there is no satrap, it is the son of heaven. The son of heaven said otherwise, it was the return of creation. If you don't think you have succeeded, you will return to space. Space is invisible and cannot be named. I am famous for my pavilion. "

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This pavilion is named after Rain to commemorate the festival activities. In ancient times, when there were happy events, they were used to name things to show that they would never forget. When the Duke of Zhou got rice grains from the emperor, he used "Golden Harvest" as the title of his article. When Emperor Wudi got Baoding, he called it Ding Yuan. Uncle Suntong Chen De defeated Ren Di Qiao Ru and took Qiao Ru as his son's name. Their happy events are different in size, but they have the same meaning.

It was not until the second year of Fufeng that the official residence was built. I built a pavilion in the north of the main hall, dug a pond in the south, drew running water and planted trees as a resting place. This spring, it rained wheat to the south of Qishan, and divination is a good year this year. However, it didn't rain for a whole month, so people were worried. It rained on the third day of March, and it rained again on Jiazi Day. People think this is not enough. It rained heavily again on Ding Mao Day, and it didn't stop for three days. Officials celebrated together in the yard, businessmen sang together in the market, and farmers laughed together in the field. So, the sad people were happy, the sick people were cured, and my pavilion was just created.

So, I raised my glass to the guests in the pavilion and asked them, "Can it not rain for five days?" You will answer,' If it doesn't rain for five days, wheat won't grow.' He asked,' Can it not rain for ten days?' You will answer,' If it doesn't rain for ten days, you can't raise live rice.' No wheat, no rice, natural disasters in the year, many lawsuits and rampant thieves. So even if you and I want to have fun on this pavilion, is it possible? Now God does not abandon the people here. It rains whenever there is drought, so that I can have fun with you in the upper reaches of this pavilion. Thank you for the gift of this rain! Can this be forgotten again? "

After naming the pavilion with it, I went on to sing. The song says: "If pearls are on earth, people suffering from cold can't regard them as short coats;" If there is white jade in the world, hungry people can't take it as food. It rained for three days. Whose strength is this? The people say it's the satrap, and the satrap says it doesn't have this power. Thanks to the son of heaven, the son of heaven denied it. It belongs to the creator, and the creator does not regard it as his own credit, but belongs to space. And the space is so ethereal that I can't name it, so I named my pavilion after the rain. "

Yueyang Tower: Fan Zhongyan's Song

In the spring of the fourth year, Li Qing stayed in Baling County. In the second year, the government was harmonious and everything went smoothly. Is to rebuild Yueyang Tower, add its old system, and engrave Tang Xian's poems on it. It belongs to the composition to remember.

Guanfu Baling wins in Dongting Lake. Take a distant mountain, swallow the Yangtze River, and make a vast soup, boundless; It's sunny in the morning and cloudy at night. This is the grand view of Yueyang Tower. Everything the elder said is ready. But the northern martial arts, the Antarctic Xiaoxiang and the poets who moved abroad will all be here, and they will look at things very well.

If it rains heavily, the moon will not open, the evil wind will howl, and the turbid waves will be empty; The sun, moon and stars are hidden, and the mountains are hidden; Business travel is bad and ruined; Twilight is boundless, tigers roar and apes crow. When you go to the temple building, you are homesick, sad, sad and sad.

If it is spring, it is calm and the sky is high and the clouds are light; Sha Ou Ji Xiang, swimming in the brocade scale; The coast is blue and green. Or the long smoke is exhausted, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, the light is shining, the static shadow is sinking, and the fishing songs are answered. How happy I am! When you arrive at Dunsi Building, you will feel relaxed and happy, forget the humiliation, and leave the wine in the wind, which will make you feel happy.

Hey, honey! Is it to taste the heart of the ancient benevolent, or to do something different? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself; If you live high in a temple, you will worry about your people; If you stay away from the Jianghu, you will worry about your husband. It's worrying about going in and going out. But when will you be happy? It must be said that "worry about the world first, and then enjoy the world." Hey! Wes, who are we going home with?

September 15th, six years.

Translated as follows

In the spring of four years in Song Renzong, Teng was demoted to Yuezhou and became the Zhizhou. In the second year, the government was smooth and the people were happy, and many things that had been abandoned were set up. So the Yueyang Tower was rebuilt, and the original scale was expanded. The poems of celebrities and contemporary people in the Tang Dynasty were also engraved on the upstairs. Entrust me to write an article about it.

I saw the beautiful scenery of Yuezhou, all in Dongting Lake. It embraces distant mountains and swallows the water of the Yangtze River. Water is boundless. The sun shines in the morning, and the yin condenses at night, and the scene is ever-changing. This is a magnificent sight of Yueyang Tower. The previous account has been very detailed. In this case, it leads to Wuxia in the north, Xiaoshui and Xiangjiang River in the south. Most of the relegated historians and poets come here to get together and enjoy the natural scenery. Can it be any different emotionally?

Like continuous rain, it doesn't clear up for many days, the gloomy wind whizzes past, and the turbid waves wash the white sky; The sun, the moon and the stars have lost their luster, and the mountains have disappeared; Businessmen and passengers failed, the mast fell and the oars broke; It was dark at night, the tiger roared and the ape cried sadly. At this time, when you board this building, you will feel homesick when you leave the country, worried about the slander of traitors and the ridicule of bad people, full of depression and neglect, and extremely sad and angry.

Just like a sunny spring day, the waves can't afford it, the blue sky and the water color set each other off, and it is green and boundless; Groups of sand, sometimes flying and sometimes stopping, beautiful fish, sometimes floating and sometimes swimming; Vanilla on the shore and orchid in Xiaozhou are rich in fragrance and green in color. Sometimes a large area of smoke completely dissipates, the bright moon shines thousands of miles on the earth, the floating moonlight is like shining golden light, the quiet moon image shows white, and the fishermen sing with each other. How can this happiness be endless! When you board Yueyang Tower, you will have a cheerful attitude and a happy spirit. I forgot all about honor and disgrace, and all kinds of feelings and expressions were extremely pleasant.

Alas! I used to explore the thoughts and feelings of ancient nobles, which may be different from the two thoughts and feelings mentioned above. Why? They are not happy because of the good environment, nor sad because of the bad experience; As a senior official of the imperial court, I am worried about my own people; Worried about his king in the remote Jianghu. This is also worried about becoming an official in the DPRK, resigning and living in seclusion. So, when will you be happy? They will probably say, "be sad before the sorrow of the whole world, and be happy after the happiness of the whole world." Alas! Without this person, who would I be with?

Former Red Cliff Fu Su Shi

In autumn, on July 16th and 16th, Su Shi and his friends went boating in Chibi. The breeze blows gently and the water can't reach the surface. Raise a glass to propose a toast to one's companions, recite articles related to the moon, and sing praises to chapters. Not long after, the moon rose from Dongshan and hovered between the Big Dipper and the cow. Milky white fog across the river, clear water. Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross the boundless river. Vast as the wind in Feng Xu, I don't know where it ends; Floating like an independent world, feathering into a fairy.

At this time, he was very happy to drink, slapping the ship's rail with his hand and singing. The song says: "Gui Gui is like a blue paddle, striking the sky and tracing the streamer. I am in my arms, looking at the beauty and the sky. " There are people who make up by blowing a hole in the song, and their voices are sad: they cry when complaining, and they make trouble when complaining; The sound is endless; It can make the dragon dance in the deep valley and make the widow in the lonely boat cry.

Su Shi's face was sad and sad, so he sat up in a corner and asked the guest, "How do you know?" ? "The guest said," There are few stars in the moon, and blackbirds fly south. Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking at Xiakou in the west and Wuchang in the east. The mountains and rivers are winding and gloomy; Isn't this Meng Zhizhi trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou and went down to Jiangling, downstream to the east. It is thousands of miles long, covered with flags, drunk on the river, writing poems sideways. The hero of the solid world, now? My son and I, firewood over Zhu Jiang, make friends with fish, shrimp and elk, and belong to each other with a boat and a bottle. It's a drop in the ocean to send a mayfly into the earth. Lament the moment of my life and admire the infinity of the Yangtze River; Fei Xian went on a trip, holding the bright moon and dying; Knowing that it is impossible to get it suddenly, I hate it. "

Perilla said, "Do you know my husband's water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has never been there; If you are full of emptiness, the dead will not ebb and flow. Gai must look at it from its own changes, and heaven and earth cannot be temporary; If you look at it from its unchanging point of view, then everything is endless to me. What do you envy? Between heaven and earth, everything has its own master. If it's not mine, it's a dime. However, the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains are audible to the ears and visible to the eyes. Inexhaustible, inexhaustible. It is the creator's endless hiding place, and my son and I are in the right place. "

Guests smile, wash the lights more carefully, the dishes are done, and the cups and plates are messy. Sleeping on the boat, hugging each other, I know the horizon has turned white.

Translation of Qianchibi Fu

In autumn in Ren Xu, on July 16, my guests and I played with boats under the Red Cliff. The breeze blows slowly, and the waves on the water are quiet. Raise a glass, persuade guests to drink together, recite the poem "The Moon is Out" and sing the chapter "My Fair". After a while, the moon rose from Dongshan and hovered between Dou Su and Niu Su. A white fog enveloped the river, and the water was sparkling and connected with the sky. Let the water boat drift freely and float on the boundless river. The river is far away, and the ship is flying in the air, and I don't know where it will stay; On the cloud nine, it's like leaving the world, without attachments, and becoming a fairy soaring into a fairy fruit.

At this time, drinking wine, I was very happy, so I knocked on the ship's rail and sang songs. They sang, "Paddles made of osmanthus and Aoki beat the clear water waves and went upstream on the river floating in the moonlight. My feelings are far away, looking at the beauty in my heart, far away in the horizon. " Some guests will play the flute, accompanied by singing, and the flute will sob, like resentment, like nostalgia, like sobbing, like whispering. After blowing, the sound is long, like a slender silk thread. This sound can make the hidden dragon dance in the abyss and make the widow in the lonely boat cry.

I was a little sad, so I sat up straight and asked the guest, "Why are you making such a sad voice?" The guest replied: "The moon stars are rare, and crows fly south." Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking west is Xiakou, looking east is Wuchang. Surrounded by mountains and rivers, plants are lush. Isn't that where Cao Cao was defeated by Zhou Yu? When he took Jingzhou, captured Jiangling, and went down the river, warships ran for thousands of miles, banners covered the sky, drinking on the river and chanting poems with spears. This used to be a hero. Where is it now? Besides, you and I are fishing and firewood in the small continent in the middle of the river, with fish and shrimp as partners and elk as friends; Toast each other by boat; Entrusting ephemera's short life between heaven and earth is a drop in the ocean. Sigh the shortness of our lives and envy the endless Yangtze River. I would like to walk with God and live forever with the bright moon. "I know that this wish can't be realized at once, so I have to put my helpless mood in the song and play it in the sad autumn wind."

I said to the guest, "Do you know the truth about water and the moon? The water just keeps flowing away, but it never does. The moon is round and short, but it has not been lost or grown. It turns out that if we look at it from the aspect of change, everything between heaven and earth has never been fixed in the blink of an eye; If we look at things calmly in the same way, then things and ourselves are endless. What do we envy? Besides, between heaven and earth, everything has its own master. I won't take anything if it's not what I should have. Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains, when you listen, you hear the sound. When you look with your eyes, you see colors. No one can forbid it, and you can enjoy it endlessly. This is the infinite treasure of nature, which you and I can share? The guest smiled happily, washed the glass and filled it again. All the vegetables and fruits have been eaten, and the cups and plates are in a mess. Everyone slept on the boat, leaning against each other, and unconsciously, the white dawn had appeared in the East.

Houchibi mansion

Su Shi

It is the hope of October and will return to Lingao after starting from Tang Xue. The two guests never gave Sakamoto the yellow mud. Since the frost has fallen, the leaves have fallen, and the figure is on the ground. Look up at the bright moon, take care of it, and sing and answer. He sighed: "there are guests without wine, wine without food, and the moon is white and clear." What a wonderful night! " The guest said, "At dusk today, I got a fish with a huge scale, like a Songjiang perch. How about Gu 'an's wine? " Go home and find a woman. The woman said, "I had a beer fight and hid it for a long time, just for fear that my son would need it." So I swam to the red cliff with wine and fish. The river is noisy, and the shore breaks thousands of feet; The mountain is high and the moon is small, and the truth comes out. Once the sun and the moon were geometric, but the mountains and rivers were unrecognizable. Dressed in clothes, jade walks on rocks, covered with velvet, lives among tigers and leopards, climbs dragons, climbs the dangerous nest of storks and leans against the secluded palace in Feng Yi. You can't cover two guests at will. However, the whistling, the vibration of vegetation, the sound of mountains and valleys, and the wind and water are surging. Giving is also quiet and sad, awe and fear, and it is impossible to stay. Instead, get on the boat, let it flow and stop it. It will be half past midnight, and I will be lonely. There is a solitary crane, and the river comes from the east. Wings, like wheels, suddenly rang and swept to the boat and left to the west.

Translation of Post-Red Cliff Fu

This year1October 15, I set out from Tang Xue and prepared to return to Lingaoge. Two guests followed me and walked through the yellow clay board together. By this time, it was first frost, and all the leaves had fallen out. Our figure was reflected on the ground, and we looked up and saw the bright moon hanging high. Looking around, I am very happy; So as they walked, they sang poems and rewarded each other.

After a while, I said regretfully, "There are guests without wine, and there is wine without food. The moonlight is bright and the breeze is blowing gently. How can I spend such a beautiful night? " A guest said, "Tonight, I cast my net and caught a fish in Wusong River, with a big mouth, fine scales and a shape like a bass. But where are we going to get wine? " I went home to discuss with my wife, who said, "I have a barrel of wine, which I have kept for a long time in case you need it urgently."

In this way, we visited the bottom of Chibi again with wine and fish. The flowing water of the Yangtze River makes a sound, and the steep bank of the river is steep; The mountains are high and the moon is small, the water level drops and the rocks are exposed. It's just how many days have passed, and I can't recognize the river view I saw last time! I lifted my skirt and went ashore, stepping on steep rocks and pushing aside messy weeds; Crouching on the strange stone in the shape of tiger and leopard, sometimes pulling the branches in the shape of dragon, climbing the cliff where birds of prey nest and overlooking the deep palace of Feng Yi, the water god. Neither guest can follow me to such a high place. I whistled, the vegetation shook, the mountains sang with me, the deep valleys echoed, the wind surrounded and the waves were rough. I don't feel sad. I feel scared. I think it's horrible here. I can't stay long. Go back to the boat, row the boat to the middle of the river, let it drift and stop there.

It's nearly midnight. Looking around, I feel very cold and lonely. There happened to be a crane flying across the river from the east, with wings as big as wheels. Kuroha on his tail was a black skirt and dressed in white. It suddenly stretched out its voice and cried, wiping our boat and flying west.

After a while, the guests left and I went home to sleep. I dreamed that a Taoist priest, dressed in feathers, walked briskly to your Excellency Lingao, bowed to me and said, "Did you have a good trip to Chibi?" I asked his name, but he bowed his head and didn't answer. "oh! Oh, dear! I know everything about you. Didn't you fly over my boat last night? Quot Taoist priest turned to laugh, and I suddenly realized. When I opened the door, I couldn't see where he was.