Garden Travel Notes in Classical Chinese

1. Spring Travel Notes, Classical Chinese

Spring Travel Notes

It is March, the sequence is early spring, all things are recovering and the earth is awakening. Therefore, I invite my old friends to enjoy the beautiful scenery of spring in the middle of the day and in the suburbs.

It’s a sunny day, the wind is gentle, and when you look up at the bright and clear sun, there’s not a trace of dirt; when you look down, you can see hundreds of flowers blooming, and you can only see the beauty of spring. We are all happy.

Surround yourself with flowers and walk back and forth on the fields. Dancing with bees and butterflies, enjoying the fragrance of flowers; chasing old friends, I am very happy.

There is no need to work hard in the past, and there is no restriction from parents. Enjoy it to the fullest, enjoy the beauty of nature, and talk about the friendship in the future.

I don’t realize that the sunset is approaching, but my interest is still there; I am afraid that my parents will blame me, so I can’t disobey my parents’ instructions;

Although we are reluctant to give up, , but night has finally come, and the weather has determined that there is nothing we can do. Then we returned and we hope to meet again next year. 2. Travel notes in classical Chinese

Eight Notes of Yongzhou Liu Zongyuan's Travel Notes on Xishan Banquet.

Hengxuanli. If there is a time gap, then you can travel freely and travel long distances.

He and his disciples went up high mountains, into deep forests, and back to streams, where they could see secluded springs and strange rocks. When he arrives, he will sit on the grass, pour the pot and get drunk.

When drunk, they sleep together and sleep together. 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 and rivers of the state was due to me, but I didn't realize the strangeness of Xishan Mountain.

On September 28th this year, I was sitting in the Western Pavilion of the Lotus and looking at the Western Mountains, and I started to notice something different. Then he ordered his servants to cross the Xiangjiang River, dye the edge of the stream, chop the hazelnuts, burn the grass, and go up to the high 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 momentum is as complicated as a cave, thousands of miles in size, and there is no way to escape.

The sky is green and white, and the sky and the outside are the same. Then I realized that this mountain is unique and not similar to Peiyuan. It is as long and graceful as Haoqi, but it cannot reach its end. It is as if it is swimming with the Creator and does not know its end.

After drinking a glass of wine, I became drunk and didn’t know the sun was coming. The pale twilight comes from afar, until I can't see anything, but I still don't want to go back.

The form of heart condensation is in harmony with all things. Then I realized that I had not started to swim towards it, but it had almost started, so I wrote about it with ambition.

It is Sui, the fourth year of Yuanhe. The story of Zhuanjuntan. Zhuanjuntan is located in western Shanxi.

At the beginning, the Gairan River rushed from the south, reached the mountains and rocks, and turned eastward. Stop; the foam forms a wheel, and then moves slowly. It is clear and flat, and has ten acres.

There are trees surrounding it and a spring hanging over it. There is a resident on it, so he is in urgent need of a visit. Once the money comes to the door, he will say: "I can't bear the accumulation of official rent and private bonds. Since I have moved to the mountain, I want to move to the mountain. I would like to trade the fields on the pond to alleviate the disaster." < /p>

It’s as enjoyable as it sounds. Then worship its platform, extend its sill, and walk its spring to the high one and fall into the pool, and there will be a murmuring sound.

It is especially suitable to watch the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so as to see how high the sky is and how different the energy is. Who is happy to live in a foreign country and forget his homeland? Isn't this a good place for him? Drilling the West Hill of Juntan Pond. I remember that eight days after going to the west mountain, I looked for the northwest path of the mountain pass for 200 steps and found the Drilling Pond.

Twenty-five steps west of the pool, the weir beam is the one that is dredged by the rapids. There are hills above the beams with bamboo trees growing there.

There are almost countless people whose rocks suddenly shuddered in anger, carried the earth and came out, creating strange shapes. The ones that rush down in a row are like cattle and horses drinking in the stream; the ones that rush up in rows are like bears climbing up the mountain.

A hill is too small to cover an acre, it can be contained in a cage. Asked its owner, he said: "The Tang family abandoned the land, but the goods were not sold."

Asked the price, he said: "Only four hundred." I sold it out of pity.

Li Shenyuan and Yuan Keji were traveling together at the same time, and they were all overjoyed. It was unexpected. That is to say, he took out more tools, shoveled the filthy grass, cut down the bad trees, and burned them with fierce fire.

The beautiful trees stand tall and the beautiful bamboos are exposed. Strange rocks appear.

Looking from it, one can see the height of the mountains, the floating clouds, the flowing streams, the flying birds and beasts, and the skilful and skillful movements that are performed in order to imitate those under the hills. Lying down on the mat, the cold and cold state corresponds to the eyes and ears, the bright and clear sounds correspond to the ears, the leisurely and imaginary ones correspond to the divine counsels, and the deep and quiet ones correspond to the mind's counsels.

Those who arrive at a different place within ten days may not be able to get there even though they are people who love the past. Alas! With the victory of Ziqiu, the Feng, Hao, and Du, the nobles and tourists will compete to buy it, and the gold will increase day by day and become more and more unobtainable.

This is a state that has been abandoned now. Farmers and fishermen have passed over it and are poor. There are four hundred merchants who cannot sell it for consecutive years. However, Shen Yuan and Ke Ji are the only ones who enjoy it, but the consequences will be unfortunate! The writing is on the stone, so what happened to Heziqiu.

To the Xiaoshitan in the West of Xiaoqiu Walking a hundred and twenty steps west of Xiaoqiu, across a bamboo field, I heard the sound of water, like a ring, and felt very happy. After cutting bamboo, we took the road and saw a small pool at the bottom. The water was particularly clear.

The whole stone is used as the bottom, and when it is near the shore, it is rolled up from the bottom to form a dike, an islet, a ridge, or a rock. Green trees and green vines are covered with swaying winds, scattered and scattered.

There are hundreds of fish in the pond, but they all seem to be swimming in the air and have nothing to rely on. The sun is clear, and the shadows are spread on the rocks, but they are motionless; they are far away, flitting back and forth, as if they are enjoying themselves with tourists.

Looking to the southwest of the pond, you can see the twists and turns of snakes, and you can see the light and death.

Its shores are so different from each other that its origin cannot be known.

Sitting on the pool, surrounded by bamboo trees, it is so lonely and desolate, I feel desolate and desolate. Because the place was too clear, I couldn't stay there for a long time, so I remembered it and left.

Fellow travelers: Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, Yu Di Zongxuan. Those who were subordinated and followed were Cui's Erxiaosheng: "Forgive yourself" and "Fengyi".

The Yuan Family's Keme: Traveling ten miles from the southwest of Ranxi River, there are five things that are desirable in landscapes, none of which are the Drilling Pond. From the mouth of the stream to the west, we can travel by land. The best options are eighty-nine, most of which are Xishan.

From the southeast of Chaoyangyan to Wujiang River, there are three options, none of which are Yuanjia Thirsty. They are all beautiful and strange places forever.

In the dialect between Chu and Yue, the backflow of water is called "thirst". The top of the thirst is combined with the Gaozhang of Nanguan, and the bottom is combined with Baijiase.

Among them, there is a small stream in Chongzhou, a clear pool and shallow water, with twists and turns, the flat ones are dark ink, and the steep ones are boiling white. If the boat travels slowly, it will suddenly become endless.

There is a hill out of the water, all with beautiful rocks and green bushes growing on them, which is always beautiful in winter and summer. There are many rock words beside it, there are many white gravels under it, there are many trees including maple, heather and camphor pomelo, and the grass is orchid.

There are also strange flowers, which are similar to acacia and spread over the water and rocks. Every wind comes down from the four mountains, vibrating the big trees, covering the grass, red and green, and fragrant, rushing the waves and swirling, retreating into the valley, shaking the lush flowers, and passing by with time.

Most of them are like this, and there are countless others. Yongzhi people have never traveled around, and Yu Dezhi dare not focus on it, so he goes out and spreads it to the world.

The landowner is the Yuan family. Hence the name.

Notes on the Stone Canal: I couldn't walk a hundred steps southwest from the thirsty place, but I reached the stone canal and the people's bridge on it. There is a quiet spring, its sound is loud and soft at first.

The width of the canal may be close to a foot, or it may be twice as wide, and its length may be ten steps. The flow reached the boulder and fell out from under it.

Going over the stone, there is a stone pool, a prosperous pu quilt, and green freshness surrounding it. Then he turned west and fell under a rock, then fell into a small pool in the north.

The area of ??the pond is reduced by a hundred feet, and it is clear and deep, with many swift fishes. Then he went to the north and wandered for a long time. His gaze seemed to be endless, but he suddenly fell into thirst.

On its sides are treacherous rocks, strange trees, strange flowers, and beautiful arrows, which can be lined up to sit in a row. The wind shakes its top and rhymes the cliffs and valleys.

Seeing is quiet, hearing is far away. I got it from Zhou Mu.

It is a pity that it has not yet been passed down, so I keep a record of its belongings, leave it to the person, and write down its Yang, so that those who can do good things in the future can find it easy.

On the eighth day of the first month of the seventh year of Yuanhe, the Ying Canal reached Dashi. On October 19th, after crossing the stone, I found the Shihong Xiaotan, and the beauty of the canal began to end.

Story of Shijian The Shiqu is poor. It goes from the northwest of the bridge to the shadow of the earth mountain, and the people have no bridge. The water is as big as one-third of the stone canal, with a flat stone base and reaches both ends.

Like a bed, like a hall, like a table, like a banquet. It is spread horizontally on it, flowing like weaving and sounding like playing a harp.

He went there, broke off the bamboos, swept away the old leaves, and cleared away the rotten wood, and he could live in the eighteen or nineteen-year-old Hu bed. The flow of communication and the exciting sounds are all under the bed; the water of green feathers and the stones of dragon scales are all there. 3. Ancient Chinese translation of "The Story of the Peach Garden"

During the Taiyuan period of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, there was a Wuling man who took fishing as a profession.

One day he rowed along the stream and forgot how far it was. Suddenly I came across a peach blossom forest. The peach trees grew close to both sides of the stream for hundreds of steps. There were no other trees in the middle. The fragrant weeds were fresh and beautiful, and there were many fallen flowers on the ground.

The fisherman was surprised and walked forward, hoping to reach the end of the peach forest. The peach forest ended where the stream originated, and a mountain appeared. There was a small cave entrance on the mountain, and there seemed to be a faint light (in the cave).

(The fisherman) left the boat and entered through the entrance of the cave. The entrance to the cave was very narrow at first, allowing only one person to pass through.

After walking a few dozen steps, it suddenly became open and bright. The land here is flat and open, the houses are neatly arranged, there are fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry trees and bamboos.

The fields and paths are intertwined, and the sounds of cocks and dogs can be heard from each other in the villages. People there come and go to work in the fields, and the men and women are dressed exactly like the people outside the Peach Blossom Spring.

Both the old man and the child looked leisurely and happy, enjoying themselves. (A man from Taoyuan) was surprised when he saw the fisherman and asked him where he came from.

(The fisherman) answered one by one. They invited the fisherman to their home, served wine, killed chickens and cooked meals.

When people in the village heard that there was such a man, they all came to ask for news. They themselves said that in order to escape the wars of the Qin Dynasty, their ancestors led their wives, sons and fellow villagers to this isolated place. They never went out again, so they were isolated from the world outside the Peach Blossom Spring.

They asked what dynasty it was now, but they didn’t know that there was a Han Dynasty, let alone the Wei Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty. The fisherman told them in detail what he knew one by one. After hearing this, those people sighed and felt sorry.

The other people invited the fisherman to their homes and entertained him with fine wine and meals. The fisherman stayed here for a few days, then said goodbye and left.

The people here told him: "(The situation here) is not worth telling people outside (Peach Blossom Spring)." After the fisherman left the Peach Blossom Spring, he found his boat and went along the way. The road back was marked everywhere.

Returned to (Wuling) County, went to see the prefect and reported the situation. The prefect immediately sent someone to follow him to find the mark he had made before, but he got lost and could no longer find the direction.

Liu Ziji, a noble man from Nanyang, heard about this and happily planned to go. He did not achieve (the goal) and soon died of illness.

Later on, there were no more people looking for the way (to the Peach Blossom Spring). 4. Write an essay in classical Chinese about going to the park

Today the sun is shining and the weather is fine. My parents took me to visit Zhangdian Park.

When I got there, I saw endless grassland and lakes, as well as many weeping willows and colorful flowers, which made the park full of life. The most fun thing in the park is the children's playground.

There are slides, climbing ropes, swings, and solid wood climbing. All kinds of games are very fun. My favorite among them is hide and seek.

This is a maze with many hiding places. I first asked my father to hide it, and my mother and I looked for it. We searched in the direction of the maze, and found my father after a while.

Then I hid it and asked my father to find me. I hid under a ladder, which was as tight as a hut. My father searched over and over again, but still couldn't find me. Sometimes he clearly passed by me, but he didn't notice me.

In the end, it was me who took the initiative to walk out of the hut and he found me. I couldn't be more happy.

It was getting dark slowly, and I reluctantly left Zhangdian Park. It was a beautiful day, and the weather was fine. My parents took me to visit Zhangdian Park. As for the other side, there are endless grass and water, and there are many willows and colorful flowers, which make the park full of life.

The best one in the park is Tongshu. There are slides, climbing ropes, swings, and solid wood climbing. The play of pen and ink is very interesting.

The rest of the favorites play hide and seek. There are many hidden things in this maze.

I first asked my father to hide it, and I asked my mother for help. I followed the maze into the maze and found the father. Because I hid and asked my father to search for me, I hid under a ladder, which was as solid as a room. My father searched for me over and over again, but he still couldn't find me.

Perhaps the light of time has passed by itself, which can be said to be unknown. Finally, I came out of the house, and then I became a minister.

My heart is filled with joy. It was getting dark, so I headed to Zhangdian Park.

Followed by translation. 5. Travel Notes in Classical Chinese

Travel Notes on Baochan Mountain (Song Dynasty) Wang Anshi

Baochan Mountain is also known as Huashan. The Tang Dynasty Futu Huibao was buried at its site. Therefore, it was later named "Praise Zen". Today’s so-called Huikong Zen Temple is also called Luzhong. Five miles east of the courtyard, the so-called Huashan Cave is named after it is the Yangtze River of Huashan Mountain. More than a hundred steps away from the cave, there is a stele serving the road. The inscriptions are lost, but the only inscription is still recognizable and is called "Huashan". Nowadays, the word "hua" is like the "hua" in "huashi", which is a false pronunciation.

It is flat and open below, with a spring coming out from the side. There are many people who record travels, so it is called the front cave. Five or six miles above the mountain, there is a cave that is slim and very cold when you enter it. If you ask about its depth, you will find that it is impossible for those who like to swim. It is called the back cave. I and the four others held fire to get in. The deeper they went in, the more difficult it was to get in, and the more amazing they saw. If someone is lazy and wants to come out, he will say: "If you don't come out, the fire will be gone." Then he will come out with him. The rest of my journey is not as good as that of a good traveler. However, looking at the left and right, there are very few people who come and remember it. If the cover is deep, the height will be reduced. At this time, the force is enough to penetrate, and the fire is still enough to illuminate. Now that it has come out, I may blame the person who wanted to come out, and I also regret that it followed him, and I will not be able to enjoy the joy of wandering.

So I sighed. The ancients often gained something when they looked at the heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, vegetation, insects, fish, birds and beasts, because they were so profound in their thinking that they were omnipresent. If the enemy is close, there will be many tourists; if the danger is far, there will be few tourists. The majesty, weirdness, and extraordinaryness of the world often lie in the dangers and distances, and they are rarely accessible to people, so only those who are determined cannot reach them. If you have ambition, you won't be able to achieve it if you don't follow it, but if you don't have enough strength, you won't be able to achieve it. If you have ambition and strength, but don't be lazy, you won't be able to reach it even if it is dark and confusing and there is nothing to show it. However, if you are strong enough to achieve something, you can ridicule others, but you have regrets for yourself. If you try your best and fail to achieve your goal, you can have no regrets. Who can ridicule you? The rest is earned!

I am sorry for the absence of the ancient book and the failure of later generations to pass it on, so how can it be said that there is no way to succeed! Therefore, scholars should not take it carefully without thinking deeply.

The four are: Luling Xiaojun Guijunyu, Changle King Huishenfu, my younger brothers Anguopingfu and Anshangchunfu. On a certain day in July of the first year of Zhihe, Wang Mou of Linchuan recorded. 6. How do you say "garden" in ancient Chinese?

Ouyang Xiu has a poem, "Die Lian Hua":

How deep is the courtyard?

Willows pile up with smoke

< p> The curtain has no weight.

The jade-carved saddle is at the smelting site.

The building is so high that Zhangtai Road is not visible.

It is raining and windy at the end of March,

The door is closed at dusk,

There is no way to stay in the spring.

Tearful eyes ask the flowers without saying a word,

The red flowers fly across the swing.

Your answer lies in this first word.

By the way, the ancients generally used "courtyard" and "zhangtai" to describe gardens. Generally speaking, I think using "zhangtai" is more elegant and charming.

Also: Lin Bu's "Small Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden"

All the flowers are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the pink butterfly seems to know how to unite and break its soul. Fortunately, we can have sex with each other with a slight chant, and there is no need to use the sandalwood board to seal the gold bottle.

In fact, it is very simple to express a garden, don’t think too complicated, such as a mountain garden, a small garden, a garden, etc. 7. 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, I was sitting in the Western Pavilion of the Lotus and looking at the Western Mountains, and I started 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 (like saying a sinner, the author was demoted) and lived in this state (Yongzhou), I was 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, including 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 bushes 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 it is) It seems to have merged with the vastness of the entire universe. Where can we find its end? Travel leisurely and leisurely with nature without knowing its end date.

I picked up the wine glass and filled it 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) 4th year.

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

One of them is from the north to the east, no more than 40 feet long. The soil is cut off and divided into rivers, and there are piled stones across the wall.

It is in the shape of a wooden beam, and beside it is a fortress with a gate.

A glimpse into the darkness. Throw a small stone in, and there is a sound of water in the hole.

The excitement of its sound lasted for a long time. You can go up to the ring, but you can see far away.

Without soil, beautiful trees and beautiful arrows grow, which are strange and strong. Its sparseness and loftiness are similar to those provided by wise men.

Oops! I have doubted whether the Creator has existed for a long time, and the more I think about it, the more I believe it exists. It is also strange that they are not classified as Zhongzhou, but as barbarians, and they have not been able to sell their skills for thousands of years. They are working hard but useless.

If the God is not suitable for this, what will be the result? Or it may be said: "Those who humiliate themselves here in order to comfort their husbands and virtuous people." Or it may be said: "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, I don’t believe it. Translation: Walking straight north from the Xishan intersection, crossing Huangmaoling and going down, there are two roads: one is to the west, walking there in search of scenery but getting nothing; the other is slightly north and turns east, only to go Forty feet, the road was cut off by a river, and there was a rocky mountain blocking the end of the road.

The top of the stone mountain naturally forms the shape of a parapet and pillars, and a piece of fortress-like protrusion is formed next to it, with a cave-like door. When I looked into the hole, it was completely dark. If I threw a small stone in, there would be a splash of water. The sound was very loud and took a long time to disappear.

The stone mountain can be climbed to the top of the mountain and you can look far away from the top. There is no soil on the mountain, but there are good trees and bamboos growing there, and they are even more peculiar in shape and hard in texture. The bamboos and trees are distributed in a dense and uneven manner, as if they were artificially arranged.

Alas! I have doubted the existence of God for a long time, and now I am even more convinced that God does exist. But it's strange that he didn't place Little Rock City Mountain in the densely populated Central Plains area, but placed it in this remote and remote barbarian land. Even after thousands of years, there is no chance to show off its strange scenery. This is simply It's a waste of effort and it's useless, and the God of the gods doesn't seem to do that.

So there really is no God, right? Some people say: "The reason why God arranged this is to use this beautiful scenery to comfort the wise men who were banished here." Others said: "This. 8. Please ask for two travel notes in classical Chinese

" "The Story of Diaoyutai" by Zheng Rikui in the Qing Dynasty

Diaoyutai is in the east of Zhejiang Province, where Mr. Yan of the Han Dynasty hides away. His integrity has reflected the glory of the ages, and I have admired it for a long time because of his memories of the mountains and rivers of Fuchun and Tongjiang. I was so curious that I thought it would be better to travel north. I thought it would be a good idea to travel north, so I decided to travel from Changshan. The Qu is low and narrow, and there are mountains and rivers to behold for more than three hundred miles. As far as the eye can see, I don't have time to ask for names, but I just warn the boat to tell you after passing the Qili Beach. Lu Shuangfeng, standing tall and handsome, felt something strange, and called Zhouzi urgently: "What if it's not Diaotai?" Said: "Of course." "The boat is a little closer, and we look closely at it. The two platforms mentioned above are actually two peaks. The platform is called that by later generations. The platform is hesitant to the east and west, hundreds of steps apart. The stone is iron-colored, rising steeply from the river stem, hundreds of He refused to stop. The rocks stood proudly like tall men, and the vegetation on the cliffs was also in a cold state. For more than a hundred years, the water flow was turbulent, and it was about to fly up. Under the peak, the ancestral hall was located. I thought it was the right place to fish on that day, so there was no reason to climb the peak to look for fish. , for future generations. "

The mountains are so beautiful and the scenery is deep and dark. I want to get into a boat to climb up, but the boat is stubborn and cannot be strong. Because I was polite, I went ahead. So I didn't have enough time to swim, so I swam with my eyes. Looking down. Suddenly, a gentle breeze blows, and the nameless fragrance comes from the four mountains. He swims in it with his nose. Zhouzi says that the beach is very good, and it turns out that it is the nineteen springs that Lu Yu tasted. He swims in it with his tongue. , the sail is sailing around the peaks, and I can't see beyond it. I sit back in the boat and carefully interpret the starting and ending of the peaks and the coming and going of the path. If I suddenly feel like leaving the boat to land, like picking up the grass to find a rock, like shaking the top of the clothes, looking down. The mountains are arranged in a row, some are as graceful and quiet as writing, some are as majestic as martial arts, and they are as big as the generals on the cloud platform. After lying down for a while, the sky was filled with dripping water, which seemed to be associated with my soul, so I seemed to be sleepwalking together. When the sun was setting, the boat was moored in front of Zhug. When the man calmed down for a while, he asked Zhouzi to drink some wine, and asked him carefully, "If so." Have you ever tried climbing a Diaoyutai? What's the scenery like in the mountains? Are there any more differences? How strange are the clouds and objects all around? "The boatman was able to understand this, so he swam with his ears. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, but the guest said with a smile: "Zheng Zi has not even taken a step out of the boat, why are you swimming? "Sigh, don't you hear it?" In the past, Shaowen of Zongzong traveled to the Five Mountains while sleeping, and Duke Sun Xing visited the rooftops in the distance, but neither of them had ever experienced the place. What I have gained now is not much compared to the two sons! Therefore, it is said that if you think you are traveling, you will also travel. The guest said, "Wei Ziyan is not as good as this." "Although, Shao Wen's paintings and Xing Gong's articles were all written in Yong Chu to express gratitude to the mountain spirit! I felt ashamed that I hadn't caught him, so I recorded it.

What is the clear record of the trip to the cave? Liu Dakui

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After leaving Yiling Prefecture, we traveled northwest for twenty miles, near the left side of the river. The road was so narrow that it was not feasible. After a few miles, we boarded the boat and heard the sound of water. The boat landed between the two cliffs and followed the flat path to the top of the mountain. The ground gradually leveled off from the top, and there were large rocks covering the road. . When you come out, it is suddenly flat, and the stone cave is domed, more than sixty feet high and twelve feet wide.

Two stone pillars stand at its entrance, which is divided into three doors, like a room with three couplets. The middle room is like a hall, the right room is like a kitchen, and the left room is like a villa. One of the stones is milky and drooping. If you buckle it, its sound is like a bell. The small stone outside the left room stands squarely, buckled like a chime. The ground is made of rocks mixed with earth, and when they hit it, there is the sound of drums. There is a stone on the back like a bed for sitting on. While I was singing a great song with my two or three sons, their sound was as loud as the sound of a bell and a chime. Looking down at the deep stream, the sound of water trickles out of the green wall beyond the underground stream. Under it, there is a trail of firewood collectors singing incessantly.

In the past, Bai Letian moved from Sima, Jiangzhou, to Zhongzhou to assassinate history, while Yuan Wei's Shi Shi returned from Tongzhou to the north. Letian and his younger brother Zhi retreated, and met Wei Zhi in Yiling, where they drank and had a great time. , I lingered and couldn't bear to leave. Because I visited this cave, the cave got its name from these three people. Later, Ouyang Yongshu and Huang Luzhi both rejected him and went to his place one after another, or wrote poems to record it. I care about myself, who would reject me? Who caused Yu to wander so far? Those who came with me were the sons of Duke Chen, named Bo Si and Zhong Si, but Duke Chen failed to arrive because he was guarding his official position. However, when it comes to that, are they lucky or unlucky?

The so-called great men of the world, who are happy and humble, can be famous for their time, so wherever their footprints are passed down, they will be passed down to future generations, and the place will be distinguished by people. Although the mountains and rivers are so beautiful that they are born in Dayi, the capital of Tongdu, they are well connected with those who like to travel. Gu Nai placed it in a remote and remote area. The beauty is not visible to the outside world, and no one can get close to it.

Alas! What a misfortune for one person! ”