(1) Ancient Prose Part (6 articles)

"Books with Zhu Yuan" by Wu Jun

The wind and smoke are all pure, and the Tianshan Mountains are beautiful. Drifting in the current, anything. From Fuyang to Tonglu, a hundred miles or so, there are strange mountains and rivers, unique in the world.

The water is all pale blue, and the bottom is thousands of feet deep. There are fish and rocks swimming around, which are unobstructed even if you look directly at them. The rapids are like arrows, and the waves are as fierce as running.

The mountains between the banks are all covered with cold trees. They compete with each other to reach the top. They compete for heights and point directly to the peaks. The spring water stirs the rocks, making a cool sound; the good birds sing to each other, and their chirping becomes a rhyme. The cicada spins endlessly, while the ape cries endlessly. Those who fly violently to the sky look at the peaks and calm their minds; those who are economical in world affairs look into the valleys and forget to rebel. The top of the horizontal keel is covered, and it is still dim during the day; the sparse strips overlap, and sometimes the sun can be seen.

"Teacher's Theory" Han Yu

The ancient scholars must have teachers. A teacher is the one who preaches the truth, receives karma and resolves doubts. People are not born with knowledge, how can they be free from confusion? If you are confused and do not follow the teacher, it is confusion, and you will never be able to understand it. Those who were born before me, they heard the Tao before me, and I learned from them; those born after me, they heard the Tao before me, and I learned from them. My teacher, do you know who was born to me one year or another? Therefore, there is neither high nor low, neither long nor short. Where the Tao exists, the teacher exists.

Sigh! It’s been a long time since teachers’ teachings were passed on! It’s hard to be clear of confusion! The ancient saints were also far away from others, and they still asked if they were teachers. Today's people are also far away from the saints, and they are ashamed to learn from their teachers. Therefore, the saint will benefit the saint, and the fool will benefit the fool. Is this why saints are saints and fools are fools? If you love your son, you will choose a teacher and teach him; if you are concerned about your son, you will be ashamed of the teacher and confused. The teacher of the boy, who teaches the book and then learns its sentences, is not what I call someone who teaches his way and solves his confusion. I don't know how to read a sentence, I don't understand it when I'm confused, maybe it's a teacher's fault, or maybe it's not a good idea. A man of witchcraft, medicine, music, and craftsmanship, he is not ashamed to be a physiognomist. The clan of scholar-bureaucrats would gather together and laugh at those who said "master" or "disciple". When asked, he said: "He is similar to that year, and the Tao is similar. A low position is shameful, and a high official is close to flattery." Woohoo! It can be seen that the teacher's way is no longer restored. Gentlemen despise a man who is a man of witchcraft, medicine, music and craftsmanship, but now his wisdom is beyond his reach. How strange that is!

The sage is the teacher of impermanence. Confucius studied under Tanzi, Changhong, Xiang and Laodan. The disciples of Tanzi were not as wise as Confucius. Confucius said: When three people are walking together, there must be my teacher. Therefore, the disciple does not have to be inferior to the master, and the master does not have to be better than the disciple. There is a priority in learning the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art, that's all.

Zi Pan, a seventeen-year-old son of the Li family, was fond of ancient Chinese prose and was familiar with all the classics and biographies of the six arts. Yu Jiaqi was able to practice the ancient way and wrote "Shi Shuo" to teach him.

"Ode to Afang Palace" by Du Mu

The six kings are complete, and the world is one. Shushan Wu, A Fang came out. It was covered for more than three hundred miles and isolated from the sky. Lishan is built in the north and turns west, going straight to Xianyang. The two rivers flowed into the palace wall. Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to the pavilion; the waist of the corridor is unobtrusive, and the eaves and teeth are high; everyone is holding on to the terrain and fighting each other. Panpan Yan, Huan Yan Yan, honeycomb water vortex, I don't know how many tens of millions of them have fallen. The long bridge is lying on the waves, what's the point? If you resume the Tao and walk in the sky, what will happen if you don’t fly? I am confused up and down, and I don’t know the west or the east. The singing stage is warm and the spring light is warm; the dance hall is cold and the wind and rain are miserable. Within a day, from one palace to another, the weather is not uniform.

Concubines, concubines, princes and grandsons, resigned from the lower hall and came to Qin in their chariots. Chaoge Yexian is from Qin Palace. The stars are shining brightly, and the makeup mirrors are opened; the green clouds are disturbing, and the servant girls are combing at dawn; the Wei River is swollen and greasy, and the fat and water are discarded; the smoke is slanting and the fog is horizontal, and peppers and orchids are burning. The thunder suddenly startled me, and I heard the palace carriage passing by; I heard the winding of the wind from afar, but I didn't know where it was. Every muscle and face, his expression is extremely radiant, and he is far-sighted and looks lucky. He has not been seen for thirty-six years. The collections of Yan and Zhao, the management of Han and Wei, and the elites of Qi and Chu have plundered their people for several generations and stacked them like mountains; Dings, clangs, jade, gold nuggets, beads and gravels are thrown away in the winding winds, but the people of Qin regard them with no pity.

Sigh! The heart of one person is the heart of thousands of people. Qin's love is extravagant, and people also miss his family. How can you take all the baht and use it like sand? There are more pillars supporting the building than there are farmers in Nanmu; there are more rafters erecting beams than there are workers on the machine; there are more phosphorus on nail heads than there are grains of millet in Yu; there are more jagged joints in tiles than there are silk threads all over the body; there are more straight rails and horizontal sills. , more than the city walls of the Nine Lands; the orchestral music is hoarse, more than the words of the city people. Make people in the world dare not speak out but dare to get angry. The heart of a single husband is becoming increasingly arrogant. The garrison soldiers shouted, and the letter was lifted. The people of Chu were burned, and the earth was pitifully scorched!

Woohoo! The one who destroyed the Six Kingdoms was the Six Kingdoms, not Qin. The people who belong to Qin are Qin, not the world. Sigh! If the six countries love their own people, it will be enough to reject Qin; if Qin loves the people of the six countries again, he will be king for three generations and will be king for ten thousand generations. Who can win and his family will be destroyed? The people of Qin had no time to mourn for themselves, so that future generations would mourn for them; if future generations mourned without taking note of it, they would also cause future generations to mourn for future generations again.

"On the Six Kingdoms" by Su Xun

The six kingdoms were destroyed, not only because of the disadvantages of the army, but also because of poor fighting skills and the disadvantage of bribing Qin. Bribing Qin and losing its strength is the way to destruction. Or say: The six countries lost each other and took Qin Ye to bribe him? Said: If you do not bribe, you will lose if you bribe. Without strong support, we cannot finish alone. Therefore, it is said that the disadvantage lies in bribing Qin.

In addition to attacking Qin, if it is small, it will win the town, and if it is large, it will win the city. Compared with Qin's gains, those who won from victory were actually a hundred times as much as those who won from victory; the deaths of princes were actually a hundred times as much as those who lost in defeat. Then the great desires of Qin and the great troubles of the princes are not in war. Si Jue's ancestor, exposed to the frost and dew, cut down the thorns to have a sizeable land. The descendants do not cherish it and give it to others, just like discarding grass and mustard. Cut five cities today, cut ten cities tomorrow, and then have to sleep well overnight. He started to look around the surrounding areas, and the Qin soldiers arrived again.

However, the land of the princes is limited, and the desire to tyrannize the Qin is insatiable. As the envoys become more numerous, the invasion becomes more urgent. Therefore, the victory between the strong and the weak has been determined without fighting. As for subversion, that's natural. The ancients said: "The Qin is a matter of land, just like holding firewood to put out a fire. If the firewood is not exhausted, the fire will never be extinguished." This is true.

The people of Qi did not try to bribe Qin, but after the five kingdoms were finally removed and destroyed, why? It is to win but not to help the five countries. The five countries were in mourning, and Qi was also in mourning. The rulers of Yan and Zhao had long-term strategies, were able to defend their land, and would not bribe Qin with justice. Therefore, although Yan was a small country and then perished, this was due to the effectiveness of its military. Zhi Dan took Jing Qing as a plan and soon caused disaster. Zhao Chang fought against Qin five times, losing two and winning three. Later Qin attacked Zhao again, but Li Mulian resisted. Jie Mu was punished for slander, and Handan was made a county. It was a pity that he used force but did not end. Moreover, when the Qin Revolution at Yanzhao was completely destroyed, it could be said that their intelligence was lonely and they were defeated and perished. They had no choice but to do so. The Three Kingdoms each love their own land, Qi people should not be attached to Qin, assassins can not do it, but good generals are still there, then the number of winners and losers, and the principles of survival, should be compared with Qin, or it may not be easy to measure.

Woohoo! By bribing the land of Qin, making the world's advisers, serving Qin's heart, tribute to the world's talents, and striving to the west, I fear that the people of Qin will not be able to swallow its food. Sad husband! With such a trend, it was robbed by the Qin people's accumulated prestige. The sun and the moon cut off, and they tended to perish. Those who serve the country without envoys will be robbed by those who accumulate prestige!

The Six Kingdoms and Qin are both vassals. Their power is weaker than that of Qin, but they still have the potential to win without bribery. Gou thinks that the world is so big, but the story of the ruin from the Six Kingdoms is that it is under the Six Kingdoms again.

"Xiangjixuan Zhi" Gui Youguang

Xiangjixuan is the son of the old South Pavilion. The room is only an abbot and can accommodate one person. In the century-old house, the dust and mud seep, and Yuze places his bets; every time a case is moved, there is nothing to ignore. It is also facing north, so it cannot catch the sun, and it will be dark after noon. The remaining parts are repaired to prevent them from leaking. There are four windows in front, and the wall surrounds the courtyard to catch the southern sun. The shadow of the sun reflects in the room, making the room full of light. They also planted orchids, osmanthus, bamboo and trees in the courtyard, and the old railings also became more beautiful. The shelves are full of borrowed books, and they sit silently, screaming and singing, while the courtyard steps are silent, and birds come and peck at them from time to time, but people never leave. On the night of March 5th, the moon is half bright, the osmanthus shadows are mottled, the wind moves the shadows, and the mountains are lovely.

"Guide Record" Wen Tianxiang

Woohoo! I don’t know how many of them I have given to the dead! He deserved death for slandering the chief; he deserved death for scolding the traitor; he spent twenty days with the noble chief, arguing over the merits, and deserved death many times; he went to Jingkou, carrying a dagger in case of an unexpected incident, and almost committed suicide; he passed the Beijian for more than ten miles, and he was on patrol. When looking for boats, several died in the belly of the fish; when Zhenzhou was driven outside the city gate, several died wandering around; for example, in Yangzhou, when crossing the Yangtze Bridge on Guazhou, all of them died when they encountered sentries; under the city of Yangzhou, people could not help but advance or retreat, and almost always died; Sitting in the earthen siege of Guigongtang, riding thousands of people through its gates, several were killed by thieves; Jiajiazhuang was surrounded by patrols and forced to death; approaching Gaoyou at night, lost the road, and several were trapped to death; the quality was clear, and the sentry bamboo forest was avoided. In the middle, there were dozens of riders on horseback, but few could save their lives; when they reached Gaoyou, the government issued a summons to the government, and some were killed by arrest; when they were walking along the Chengzi River, they went in and out among the corpses. Boats and sentries followed each other first, and some of them died by chance; when they reached the sea, The mausoleum is like high sand, and there is always a fear of innocent death. From Haian to Rugao, it is three hundred miles away, and in the north there is no way to pass by the bandits, and there is no day to die. When it comes to Tongzhou, it is almost impossible to accept death. If you use a small boat to wade through the waves of whales, There is nothing you can do, and death is inevitable! Alas! Death and life are matters of day and night, and death means death. However, the state is dangerous and evil, and the views are wrong at all levels, which is beyond the reach of the human world. Learn from the pain, how painful it is!

(2) Ancient Poetry Part (6 articles)

"Pipa Tour" by Bai Juyi

Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, maple leaves Dihua autumn rustles. The master dismounted and was on board the boat. He wanted to drink wine, but there was no 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. Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home.

Who is asking questions secretly? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet 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. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed. The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of a life of failure. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart. Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and later "Liu Yao". The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are as loud as whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on 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 is broken, water slurry bursts out; 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 east boat and the west boat are silent, only the white autumn moon can be seen in the middle of the river.

While chanting and plucking the strings, I straightened my clothes and gathered my features. She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the tomb of shrimp. At the age of 13, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the Jiaofang. Qu Ba once taught good 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 younger brother left to join the army and my aunt died, so the color came to me in the morning. 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.

I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, and I groaned again when I heard the words. We are both fallen people at the end of 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. I live in a low-humidity place near Yijiang River, 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 facing the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone while drinking. Are there no folk songs and village flutes? It's hard to listen to the vomiting and muttering. Tonight, hearing your pipa music makes my ears suddenly bright as if listening to fairy music. Mo Cigeng sat down to play a song and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing".

I feel like I have been saying this 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 cried the most in the audience? Sima Jiangzhou’s green shirt was wet.

"Sleepwalking Tianmu chants to leave" Li Bai

Haike talks about Yingzhou, the misty waves are dim and it is difficult to find the letter; the people in Yue are talking about Tianmu, and the clouds are dimming or visible. Tianmu reaches the sky and stretches across the sky, pulling out the five mountains to cover Chicheng. The rooftop is 18,000 feet high, so it tilts toward the southeast.

I want to dream of Wu Yue, and fly across the Jinghu Lake in the moonlight overnight. The moon on the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to Yanxi River. Xie Gong's residence is still there today. The Lu River is rippling and the apes are crowing. With Xie Gong's sandals on his feet, he is climbing the Qingyun Ladder. Half of the wall can see the sea and the sun, and the sky can smell the chickens. Thousands of rocks have many twists and turns, and the path is uncertain. The lost flowers leaning against the rocks are suddenly dim. Bears roar and dragons sing in Yinyan Spring, and chestnut trees in deep forests are astonishing at the top of the mountain. The clouds are green as if it is raining, and the water is sluggish with smoke. There was a thunderbolt when the columns were missing, and the hills collapsed. The stone door of the cave opens suddenly. The vast blue sky has no bottom, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform. Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of clouds come and go one after another. Tigers, drums and harps come and Luan returns to the carriage, and immortals come and line up like hemp. Suddenly my soul palpitates and my soul moves, I suddenly start and sigh. But when I sleep on my pillow, I lose the ever-present haze.

The same is true for pleasure in the world. Since ancient times, everything has flowed eastwards. When will you return after leaving? Let the white deer wander among the green cliffs and ride to visit famous mountains as soon as possible. An Neng's ability to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful makes me unhappy!

"Viewing the Sea" Cao Cao

To the east is Jieshi to view the sea. Where is the water? The mountains and islands are standing tall. There are many trees and lush grass. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising. The movement of the sun and the moon can appear within it; the brilliant stars and stars can appear within it. Fortunately, even singing praises one's aspirations.

"Drinking" Tao Yuanming

The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses. When I ask you how you can do it, your mind is far away and you are biased. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain. The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.

"Niannujiao, Nostalgia for the Ancients at Red Cliff" by Su Shi

The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. On the west side of the fortress, the humane road is Chibi, the Lang of the Zhou Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time.

I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome. Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the rafts and oars disappeared into ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early. Life is like a dream, a bottle of wine can return the moon to the river.

"Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas" by Tao Yuanming

Jingwei holds a tiny tree in his hand and will fill the sea. Xingtian dances with relatives, and fierce ambition is always there. There is no need to worry about the same things, and there will be no regrets when they are gone.

It's just a matter of time and again, good times are waiting for you!