Classical Chinese essays about going out for fun

1. Ancient prose about going out for fun

The Drunkard Pavilion

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Ouyang Xiu

Chu is surrounded by mountains. The peaks and ravines in its southwest are particularly beautiful. The one that looks awe-inspiring but deep and beautiful is Langya. After walking six or seven miles up the mountain, you gradually hear the sound of gurgling water flowing out between the two peaks, which is called Ningquan. On the winding road, there is a pavilion standing over the spring, which is called the Drunkard Pavilion. Who built the pavilion? The monk of the mountain is Zhixian. Who is named? The prefect calls himself. The prefect and his guests came here to drink. They often got drunk after drinking a lot, and he was the oldest, so he called himself the drunkard. The drunkard's intention is not in wine, but in the mountains and rivers. The joy of mountains and rivers is the wine contained in the heart.

If the sun rises and the forest falls, the clouds return and the caves become dark, the changes in darkness and brightness are like morning and evening in the mountains. The wild fields are fragrant and fragrant, the beautiful trees are beautiful and shaded, the wind and frost are noble and pure, the water falls and the rocks emerge, these are the four seasons in the mountains. Going in the morning and returning at dusk, the scenery in the four seasons is different, and the joy is endless.

As for the losers who sing on the road, and the travelers who rest in the trees. The former calls and the latter responds, hunched over and carrying them, going back and forth without stopping, this is Chu people traveling. Fishing near the stream, the stream is deep and the fish are fat. The spring is brewed into wine, the spring is fragrant but the wine is tart; the mountain delicacies are mixed with wild asparagus but aged in advance, which is also a banquet for the prefect. The joy of a banquet is neither silk nor bamboo. The one who shoots is successful, the one who plays chess wins, the one who drinks and drinks mingled with each other, the one who sits up and makes a noise is the joy of all the guests. Anyone with pale face and white hair who seems to be slumped indicates that the prefect is drunk.

The sun has set on the mountain, the figures are scattered, the prefect has returned and the guests have followed. The woods are dark, the songs are rising and falling, the tourists are gone and the birds are enjoying themselves. However, birds know the joy of mountains and forests, but they do not know the joy of people; people know the joy of traveling from the prefect, but they do not know the joy of the prefect. He who can enjoy himself when he is drunk and can write about it when he is awake is a prefect. Who does the governor call? Luling Ouyang Xiuye. 2. Looking for classical Chinese articles about travel notes (original text + translation)

Shi De Xishan Banquet Travel Notes Since I was a murderer, I lived in this state and was always worried.

If there is a gap, then give and go, and swim in a long way. One day, he and his disciples went up high mountains, into deep forests, and back to streams. There were secluded springs and strange rocks all the way.

When they arrive, they will sit on the grass, pour the pot and get drunk. When they are drunk, they will lie down on each other's pillows and dream. The meaning is extreme, and the dream is also of the same interest.

Arise when you wake up, and return when you rise. I thought that any abnormality in the mountains in the state was due to me, but I didn't realize the strangeness of the Xishan Mountain.

On September 28th this year, while sitting in the Western Pavilion of the Lotus and looking at the Western Mountains, I began to notice something different. Then he ordered his servants to cross the Xiangjiang River, cut off the wild grass, burn the grass, and stop at the height of the poor mountains.

If you climb up with a hand and fly with a skip, the soil of several states will be under the skip mat. Its high and low position is as complicated as a cave, thousands of miles in size, and there is no escape. It is green and white, and the sky is the same outside.

Then I realized that this is a unique mountain, not similar to Pei [Tulu]. You are as long as you are with the high energy, but you don't know where it ends; you are like wandering with the Creator, but you don't know where it ends.

After drinking a glass of wine, I became slumped and drunk. I didn’t know the sun was coming in. The pale twilight came from afar, and I couldn’t see anything, but I still didn’t want to go back. The heart condenses the form and releases it, and merges with all things.

Then I realized that I had not started to swim towards it, but I had just started to swim there, so I wrote this article with ambition. It is the year of Suiyuan and the fourth year.

Translation Since I became a person who has been punished (as in saying a sinner, the author was demoted), living in this state (Yongzhou), I am often afraid and uneasy. In that spare time, I walked slowly and traveled freely. Every day I climbed mountains with my companions, went into deep forests, and followed the winding streams to the end.

There is no remote place that has not been visited with secluded springs and strange and rugged rocks. When they arrived, they pushed aside the weeds, poured out the wine in the pot, and drank until it was all gone.

When they were drunk, they leaned against each other and lay down, and they dreamed while lying down. There is something yearning in my heart, and even the interest in dreaming is the same.

Get up as soon as you wake up, and go home as soon as you get up. I thought that all the strange features of the mountains and rivers in this state were owned and appreciated by me, but I never knew the weirdness and uniqueness of Xishan.

On September 28 this year (the fourth year of Yuanhe, that is, 809 AD), because I was sitting in the Fahua West Pavilion (the pavilion to the west of Fahua Temple) and looking at the Western Mountain, I pointed at the Western Mountain. Think it's unusual. So he ordered his servants to cross the Xiangjiang River and cut down the tangled thorns and shrubs along the Ranxi River, and burn the dense and disorderly weeds (茷: grass with many leaves). The clearing did not stop until they reached the highest point of the mountain.

Climb up the mountain, sit on the ground with your legs straight and spread out (like a dustpan, this is a sitting posture that the ancients were not polite or complacent, unrestrained) to enjoy, then all the states The land is all under his cushion. Their shapes are high and low, with protruding peaks and deep depressions. Some are like ant seals (small mounds of soil next to the entrance of ant holes), and some are like caves.

The scenery that seems to be only about the same size is actually thousands of miles away. (All the distant mountains and rivers are all) gathered and shrunk, stacked in front of you, nothing can be hidden. Surrounded by green mountains and white water, it meets the sky in the far distance. Looking around, everything is the same.

(First climb high and look far away) Then you know that the mountain is so tall that it is not the same as a small hill.

(How) vast and vast it is, as if it has been integrated into the vastness of the entire universe. Where can you find its end? Travel leisurely and contentedly with nature without knowing its end date.

I picked up the wine glass and filled it up with wine. I staggered around and entered the state of drunkenness. The gray twilight came from a distance, and I couldn't see anything, but I didn't want to go home yet.

Thinking stops, the body dissolves (describing a feeling of transcendence and selflessness), and blends seamlessly with all things in nature (minghe: unknowingly combined together). Then I realized that I had never traveled in the past (meaning: the past travels were not considered real travels), and the real travels only started from this time.

So I wrote an article for this tour (for: verb predicate, here is the meaning of writing) (Zhi: record, record the draft. This year, it was Yuanhe (Li Chun, Emperor Xianzong of Tang Dynasty) Year No. 4.

From the north of Xishan Road, there are two roads going down to the west.

It is less than 40 feet from the north to the east. The earth is cut off and divided into rivers. There are piles of stones on the top of it in the shape of a wooden beam. There is a gate next to it. /p>

Peering into the darkness, you can hear the sound of water in the cave. It has been around for a long time, and you can see far away.

There are beautiful trees and arrows growing out of no soil. They are rare and strong, just like those planted by wise men.

I wonder if the Creator has existed for a long time. The more I think it is true, the more I blame it for not being a Zhongzhou, but for being a barbarian, and for thousands of years it is hard work and useless. The result is nothing? Or it may be said: "He who comforts his virtuous husband and humiliates him." Or he may say: "The spirit of his spirit is not a great man, but only a thing. Therefore, in the south of Chu, there are few people but many rocks."

It’s both, but I don’t believe it. Translation: Go straight north from the Xishan intersection, cross Huangmaoling and go down. There are two roads: one is to the west, and you go there to find the scenery but get nothing. The other one is slightly north and then turns east. After only 40 feet, the road is cut off by a river. There is a stone mountain blocking the end of the road.

The top of the stone mountain is naturally formed. The shape of the parapet and pillars protrudes like a fortress, and there is a hole like a door. When you look into the hole, it is dark. If you throw a small stone in, there will be a sound of water. The sound is very loud and lasts for a long time.

The rocky mountain can be climbed to the top of the mountain, and you can see far away from it. There is no soil on the mountain, but there are good trees and bamboos, and the shape is strange and the texture is hard, and the bamboo trees are distributed. The density is uniform and the heights are uneven, as if they were deliberately arranged by humans.

Alas! I have doubted the existence of God for a long time, and now I feel that God does exist, but I am surprised that he does not. The Little Rock City Mountain was placed in the densely populated Central Plains area, but it was placed in this remote and barbaric land. Even after thousands of years, there was never a chance to show its strange scenery. This is simply a waste of effort. It’s useless, the God of God doesn’t seem to do this.

So God really doesn’t exist, right? Some people say: “The reason why God arranged this is to comfort those who were banished here. "The wise man." Others said: "This."