Translation of Travel Notes of Dali

/kloc-On 0/2, Juezong prepared horses and brought lunch, waiting for He Jun to go swimming in Qingbi Stream. Go south immediately after leaving the temple, walk three miles, walk past the small paper room, and then walk south through the big paper room. The east of the village is the west gate of Fucheng, and the west foot of the village is the martial arts field. A mile and a half south, past Stone Ma Quan.

A pool of spring water is between the hillside and the depression, and the water overflows from here. Feng Yuancheng feels that the spring water is as clear as the spring water in Huishan. Build by laying bricks or stones into a square pool, there are abandoned foundation sites on the pool, all of which are Feng Yuancheng's remains. The chronicle says: "There are stone horses in the sunset spring, hence the name." Half a mile south, there is a pagoda temple, in front of which there are Zhuge Temple and Academy.

To the south, it also passes through two peaks, Zhonghe and Jade Bureau. Six miles later, I crossed a stream, and the water was very big. Surrounded by peaks in the south, it descends to the east. Go two miles, bypass the south side of the hill under the peak, find a path to the west and walk into the canyon. Looking west from the canyon, many peaks are hidden from each other, and the highest peak is located behind the canyon.

There are traces of snow, hanging high alone, such as a white silk cutting off the green hills, and a stream flowing eastward from the canyon, which is the downstream of Qingbi Stream. Climb up the mountain from the northwest to the west, and walk for two miles. There is a grave on the left mountain, which is Ruan Shangbin's grave. Walk two miles west from the back of the cemetery, step on the steep hills and climb the cliff.

This cliff stands high on the stream, standing side by side with the opposite cliff, protruding like a door leaf, rising high and steep, and the stream breaks through and flows out. From here on, the stream is deeply embedded below, and the cliff stands overhead, all of which are narrow and deep.

This road goes west along the top of the cliff, next to the peak in the north. The horse can't walk any further, so we have to order the accompanying people to watch the horse by the stream, and the servants also stop here. He Chaoa and his son, together with two monks, went deep into the stream. I have set foot on the north and south banks of the stream many times and walked for a mile. There are huge stones squatting beside the mountain stream, and the high-risk rocks on the cliffs on both sides are piled up steeply like passages.

Looking to the west, the doors inside are towering and split in the middle, like a line. The snow hanging from the mountain peak behind is just in it, covering each other and overlapping layers, such as the banner hanging on the wall hanging in the middle, which is particularly elegant and strange. Juezong always took off his bamboo basket to pour wine, and * * * advised him to drink it three times.

Half a mile further west, the stream rushed into the canyon and ran among the rocks. The color of the stone is smooth and delicate, and the pattern is gorgeous, which is quite smoky. Walk around the cliff from here for more than a mile. The mountain peaks in the north are slightly open, and you find a high-rise flat. Half a mile to the west, from the flat to the west, I met a mountain stream again.

Walk half a mile west along Jianshui River, directly approach the stone gate sandwiched in the middle, and you can see the water pouring down from the cliff protruding under the stone gate. The cliff is more than ten feet high, and below it is a clear deep pool. The pool is more than 20 feet wide, glittering and translucent, and I don't feel the water depth. However, the grooves on the steep cliff were washed away by the rushing water. Although the height is only 10 feet, it is too slippery to stay.

I was just playing with water and didn't notice. I saw two monks have climbed over the cliff above, and he and his son want to climb from the north of the mountain stream. I found my way by myself in the swimming pool, but I couldn't find it. So I stepped on the groove on the peak, struggled with the current, slipped on a stone, washed down with the current and fell into a deep pool. Before the water reached my neck, I jumped out of the water and sat on a stone to wring the water from my clothes.

Climb the cliff in the north, climb on it and have a bird's eye view of the groove where I slipped. Although it is only more than ten feet high, the ditch on it is winding like a knife, which is particularly greasy and smooth; Even on the first floor, there is no place to step in the middle, up and down.

Looking west over the cliff, there is a pool in the cliff, which is more than 20 feet long and wide. The water is pure green, the blue waves are rippling, the jasper is floating and shining in the cliff canyon. The noon sun shines in the water, shining and flowing, and it has never been strange.

Stone walls on three sides of the pool ring into a nest, and the stone walls on the north and south sides of Shimen rise into the sky, followed by rocks at the bottom of the gorge, which are two or three feet high; The front protrusion is embedded in the foot of the stone, and the lower side is connected with both sides, forming a rock, like a half-cut earthen urn, without any gap leaking into the pool, above the protruding cliff stone.

For example, where the eaves cover the pool, no water drops fall from the cliff: however, the water always overflows from the pool to the east and growls into the channel, like a dragon breaking through the canyon. I bent down from the top of the cliff to see this scene, quickly climbed the cliff and fell down, sitting on the rock by the pool.

Mountain shadows not only make people wave away all distracting thoughts, but also feel that every hair and every pore is crystal clear. I quickly took off my wet clothes and dried them on the stone. I wash my feet with running water and dry my back with the sun. Cold enough to wash away my troubles, warm enough to hold a silk quilt. He Jun and his son also tried their best to climb the dangerous road, calling each other wonderful.

After a long time, the sun shone on the cliff and my clothes gradually dried. I put on my clothes and climbed to the top of the cliff. From there, I approached the Shimen in the western canyon, just above the cliff surrounded by the pool on the left. There is a stone cliff on the ground floor in the air to the north, which can be used as a rest pavilion.

There is a palm-shaped place in front, which is tiled like a high platform. You can have a bird's eye view of the pool, but you can't see the whole picture in the narrow terrain. Soon, I want to visit two pools in Shimen and climb the snow-capped mountains.

He Jun and his gang can't follow me or stop me. They just said, "Let's go out and wait at the horse's resting place." So I bypassed the hanging place on the northern cliff and walked straight west. After walking a mile, I met the road from the east, the road from the high and uplifted flat land, and climbed westward along this road, which was very steep.

More than a mile, across the top of the north side of the Shimen in the canyon, and then parallel to the west for half a mile, the stone walls of the cliffs on both sides of the canyon are towering side by side, and the bottom is deeply embedded between the upstream and downstream of the Shimen mountain stream. The cliff on the north side of the road, there is no crack on the steep stone wall, so it is impossible to move forward.

Just use stone bars to hang on the top of the head along the cliff. The cross frame is a plank road, four or five feet long. It's called Yangqiao, also called Xianqiao. Under the bridge is the place where water accumulated in Shimen Ertan, which is covered by rocks and cannot be seen in time. On the north side of the bridge, there are stacked stone steps stuck on the stone wall.

Further north, the stacked stone steps broke again in the north, so they used the stone steps stacked by rocks to fall to the bottom of the ravine. There is a stream at the bottom of the stream, flowing among the stones like a snake. It is the water flowing from the first pond to the second pond in the west. At this point, the second pool has been missed but I don't know.

Just watching the stream go west, the cliffs on both sides are relatively like side-by-side door leaves, and there are two huge stones standing opposite each other under the door. There is a stone covered on it like a house, but it blocks the back. There is water under the covered stone house, which is also a clear and deep pool, but it is less than half of the pool outside.

On the stone wall blocked behind, water hangs from the mountain stream above, and the sound of water is endless, and then flows eastward into the second deep pool between the stones in front. I was in a hurry to climb west, so I walked on the rocks in the mountain stream. There is no slender water flow in the stream from here, but after the stones are washed, there is no sludge pollution.

And smoother. The little one walks on it, the big one climbs over it, and the big one climbs around the clip. Looking at the cliffs on both sides from above, the steep cliffs stand upright and are even more magnificent. After climbing slowly for two miles, the rocks in the stream were too high and slippery to climb, so we had to turn from the cliff in the north to the mountain.

There is a path at the foot of the cliff, which is covered by dense bamboo bushes and moves forward separately. After walking for two miles, I heard someone at the bottom of the cliff. It was a woodcutter who picked up dead branches here, tied them up and was about to return. When he saw me, he said there was no road ahead and he couldn't cross it any more. I don't believe it, then I went through the bamboo forest and climbed from the steep slope to the west.

The shape of bamboo here is getting bigger and denser, and the road is broken without a trace. I pushed the bamboo bushes aimlessly, took off my turban and clothes, grabbed bamboo as a rope and crossed more than a mile. The mountain stream at the bottom of the foot is surrounded by mountains turning north, and it is two floors away from the snow-capped peaks behind it, so it is impossible to climb directly.

I heard that there is a road in Qingbijian. You can cross Hou Ling to Yangbi. Should you still cross the rocks from the mountain stream? It was already afternoon, and I was hungry, so I hurried down the mountain. I saw the woodcutter still crawling in the mountains with firewood. So I returned to Wuli from the original road, passed the first deep pool, walked along the river and saw the second pool.

This pool is in the Shimen, and the cliff on the left is the ocean bridge, so I climbed up the cliff from the gap on the left side of the pool, boarded the ocean bridge and walked down the Dongling. After walking four miles, I came to a high-rise flat. Seeing the water pool of Xixi, there was no trace of anyone, so I quickly went east and came out along the stream.

I walked three miles to where the horse rested. He Jun and his gang had already left, leaving the servant here to watch the meal, so they ate the meal and went east. After three and a half miles, I passed Ruan Shangbin's tomb, crossed Jianshui from the right side of the tomb, and went up the hill from south to east. This road goes through the high mountain in the south, which is a shortcut to Gantong Temple.

I went east through its residual vein, walked three miles, and went down to the middle of the East Foot. The shepherd pointed out that the way to Gantong Temple was to cross the high ridge and go southwest, so he turned southwest and climbed the cliff, but there was no way out. After walking two miles, I climbed Lingtou and walked west along the south side of the mountain.

After walking three miles, I went down a little, crossed a canyon and turned south. There are dense pines and cypresses, and Buddhist temples are scattered. This is Dangshan Mountain, and Gantong Temple is in the mountain. Three pagodas and Gantong Temple each have 36 monasteries, while the three pagodas are arranged on both sides, with the front gate of the temple as the entrance and exit.

Gantong Temple is surrounded by mountains and forests, each with a courtyard, and there is no unified gate, while the main hall is as high as the monk's chambers everywhere. The abbot of the main hall has Dayuntang, and all the monks call him Dayuntang. At this time, I didn't know where He Jun and his gang lived, so I went to the room to inquire.

One of them is called Banshan, which is the former site of Yang Sheng 'an's rhyme building. At first, I heard that He Jun was going to live here. He passed by the door and was setting up an altar in front of the door to recite scriptures. He knew that he must not be there and left without asking. Someone caught up with him and told him to go back to his room.

I told him that I wanted to find someone to travel with me. The man said, "I know where they live. I must entertain them before I leave." I looked at him as if I had seen him once, but I forgot where he was. Looking at him carefully, I know that he is Yu, my son, a student in Dali, who once met Zen master in the Academy.

Today is the anniversary of his grandmother's death, so he followed his father here to practice fasting. When he saw me passing by, both father and son recognized me and invited me to dinner. During the dinner, He Jun also ordered the monks to call. It was dark after dinner the next day and the day after tomorrow. The monks who came to summon together went north in Dayuntang, found the quiet room where He Jun lived, and then sat down to drink with him.

The moonlight at night is not as bright as the day before. /kloc-on 0/3, he went to other monks' houses to fast, so he visited various monasteries. Rhododendrons are in full bloom on the mountain this season, and temples everywhere are brightly lit. Outside the yard, between tall pine trees and slender bamboo, there are tea trees. Tea trees are all three or four feet tall, much like osmanthus trees.

People are picking at this time, and people climb trees with ladders everywhere. Tea tastes delicious. After frying, the color will inevitably darken. Soon entered the main hall, and the mountain gate was magnificent and spacious. There is a stone pavilion in front of the temple. In the pavilion, there are Yunnan poems 18 given by my great-grandfather to the monk, as well as the postscript written by my great-grandfather before and after.

Monks entered the imperial court from Yunnan and paid tribute with white horse tea trees. Emperor Gaudi greeted him in the porch, and immediately the white horse screamed and the camellia blossomed, which won his love. Later, he returned to his hometown from the Yangtze River, and the emperor personally presented flowers. According to the places along the Yangtze River, give him a poem, and order all the ministers of the Imperial Academy to write poems to send him back.

Today, the emperor's calligraphy articles no longer exist, and the poem tablet was carved at that time. Li's Dali County Records thinks that the emperor's poems can't be co-edited with documents, so they are not included. However, there are also articles written by the emperor in his literary category. Why can't poems be put together? Daxiong Hall faces east, and Dayuntang is in the north.

The monk made tea for me and put it on the vegetarian meal. Then climb the ridge from the back of the temple to the west and find Boluo Rock. There are two mountain climbing avenues behind the temple: one extends to the northwest, from the southern peak of Qingbi Stream, and reaches Xiaofoguang Village fifteen miles later. It is suspected to be close to the place where the snowy road seen in Qingbi Stream yesterday hangs in the center, which is the so-called Bijiashan East Peak in Houshan.

A canyon that diverges to the southwest, traces back to the 19th mountain stream in the south of Temple, and goes six miles north to Boluoyan. In Boluo Rock, there was once a Zhao Boluo who lived here and worshipped Buddha day and night, leaving two footprints on the square rock, so later generations named it Boluo. The word Polo is the name of monks with families in this place.

This stone has now been moved to the main hall as a stone platform for worshipping. At this time, I rode with Mr. He Ziqiao. There are no trees without temples, and the mountains here are bare. A mile later, I climbed the mountain southwest from the fork in the road. After another four miles, I crossed the ridge and headed west. The mountain here is also like a door between the south and the opposite mountain.

The current at the bottom of the ravine is too thin to catch up with the Bixi River, and the canyon inside is a little wider and extends westward along the Beishan Mountain. A mile further on, there are rocks on the north mountain that form caves horizontally, and the south faces deep ravines. In the southwest of the gully valley, the mountains are surrounded forward, reaching into the sky like a screen, and jagged peaks are arranged on the mountains, which is far away.

There is also 19 peak, which is the concrete and exquisite place of Cangshan. On the west side of the cave, monks built three houses, and the rocks piled up in front of the hospital were bright and clean, resulting in a pit for storing water under the rocks, which also made people feel thoughtful. Monks cook tea and make cakes with flour for guests to eat. It took a long time to say goodbye.

Return to Liuli by the original road and pass Dayuntang. At this time, Juezong was waiting in the middle of the mountain, so he went into the door to watch and write the rhyme building. This building is not what it used to be. Now there is a building on the mountain gate, which can preserve some relics a little. Inquiring about the ink left by Yang Shengan, there are two plaques. The monks in the temple refused to open it for fear of damage and peeling.

The monk prepared another vegetarian meal, barely swallowed a alms bowl and said goodbye. There is a dragon lady tree in front of the building. This tree has three or four branches from its roots, each of which is three or four feet high and its leaves are two and a half inches long. The width is half the intensity, while the green color is moist and shiny. Flowers are white, smaller than magnolia, and similar to Manglietia, but with different names.

At this time, the flowers have withered, leaving only a few on the treetops, but they are too high to fold. I broke the empty branches off the tree and left. Go downhill east from here, walk five miles, and go east to the avenue. There are two small towers that hold up the road; The road we take is the road from Longweiguan to Fucheng.

To the south of the tower is a small village called Mu Shang, ten miles away from Fucheng. So go north along the avenue, pass Qili Bridge and Wuli Bridge, and then walk into the south gate of Dali Fucheng. Walking across the street to the north, passing by the Drum Tower, I met the envoy of Lv Mengxiong and learned that Lv Mengxiong had not come, but his son had arrived.

Because it was too late. So I walked out of the north gate, crossed the north side of the suspension bridge, turned two miles to the northwest, and entered the big empty mountain house to stay. 14, looking at stones at the stonemason's house in sinan. He Jun and I each bought a small square with100p. He Jun chose the beauty of the peaks dotted on it; I chose the one that is clear in black and white and easy to distinguish.

So I visited a temple with He Jun, which was built under the Ten Peaks in the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty and named Chongsheng Temple. The three pagodas in front of the temple stand on their feet, and the tower in the middle is the tallest, square and overlapping twelve floors, so it is called the three pagodas today. The tower is surrounded by towering pine trees.

The west of the temple enters by the mountain gate, and there is a bell tower opposite the three towers, which is extremely magnificent; But the walls on all sides have collapsed, and half of the tiles on the eaves have fallen, which is already in jeopardy. There is a bronze bell in the building, which is very big, with a diameter of more than ten feet and a wall thickness of one foot. It was cast in the era of Montessori, and bells can be heard 80 miles away.

Behind the bell tower is the main hall. There are many monuments at the back of the temple, and the four monuments carved by Li are one of them. Behind the monument is the Jade Pillar Guanyin Hall, a bronze statue, three feet high. When casting, it is divided into three parts to make a mold. The mold was cast below the shoulder and the copper was used up. Suddenly, copper rain fell from the sky like beads.

Everyone held the copper beads together with their hands and melted them, just finishing the head of the bronze statue, hence the name. The statues in the cloisters around the temple were also neat, but the cloisters collapsed. From the back edge of the stone steps, the Pure Earth Temple is the residence of the abbot.

There are three rooms in the front hall, and there are two huge stones embedded in the wall between the two pillars, each of which is seven feet square and about one inch thick. Near the north, there are distant mountains and vast waters, among which the flowing water is tortuous and interesting, and some are like boats docked between misty oases.

On the south side is the landscape with high peaks and mountains, and its diffuse clouds are of different shades, each reaching a superb realm. These two stone tablets and the pedestal with the dead plum pattern in the mosque are the oldest things in marble. The mosque is at the south gate, and there is a screen-like stone tablet at the second gate. There is a plum blossom on the north side of the monument, hanging upside down and fluttering on the stone pedestal.

The color of the stone is dim, but the traces of the branches are white. Although there are no flowers, there is an artistic conception of painting. Among the newly collected stones, nothing is more wonderful than the stones that Zhang Zhifu placed in Dakong Mountain Building in Shunning. Some stones are very wonderful, even more wonderful than the old ones.

Therefore, it is more and more wonderful to know the creator's creation. From then on, the painter's paintings are vulgar, and the painting world can be abolished. This stone named Zhang is two feet in diameter, about fifty pieces, all very strange, all wonderful colorful landscape paintings. The dangerous peak is opposite to the valley, and the waterfall is chasing the clouds.

Snow-capped cliffs are reflected in the water, layered with distinct distance, delicate brushwork, vivid clouds and flowing water, not just colorful. There is a main hall behind the front hall, and there is a white mountain tea in the courtyard. Flowers are as big as camellia, and flower clusters are like camellia. The flowers are not finished yet.

In the north of Jingtu Temple, there is another temple. The courtyard stone steps inside and outside the Buddhist temple are paved with marble, and the square stone is as big as a square brick, which is also old-fashioned. But the mosque is newly built, and the railing wall is marble.

In front of this temple is the Jade Emperor Pavilion Taoist Temple, and the road enters from the archway on the east side of the front hall. The temple has three floors, behind which is a pavilion. However, without the Taoist priest left, the temple was empty and the portal collapsed, which made people feel disappointed and unhappy. ?

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Brief introduction of the author

Xu Xiake (1587 65438+1October 5-16465438+March 8) was born in Jiangyin, South Zhili (now Jiangyin City, Jiangsu Province). After 30 years' investigation, geographers, travelers and writers in Ming Dynasty wrote a 600,000-word geographical masterpiece "Travels of Xu Xiake", which is called "a strange man through the ages".

Xu Xiake traveled all over his life, covering 2/kloc-0 provinces, municipalities and autonomous regions. "What a talented person has not achieved is unknown to others." Wherever he went, he explored seclusion, sought secrets, and recorded his travels, recording various phenomena, humanities, geography, animals and plants, etc. The opening day of Xu Xiake's travel notes (May 19) was designated as China Tourism Day.

Xu Xiake's trip is not only for innovation and success, but also for exploring the mysteries and laws of nature. His investigation and study of mountains and rivers, waterways, geology and landforms has made achievements beyond his predecessors.

Xu Xiake is also a pioneer in the scientific investigation of limestone landforms in the world. Xu Xiake made a detailed investigation in Hunan, Guangxi, Guizhou, Yunnan and other places, and described, recorded and studied different limestone landforms in various places in detail. He also inspected more than 100 limestone caves.

Xu Xiake not only made great contributions to geography, but also made great achievements in the field of literature. His travel notes are not only precious documents in geography, but also exquisite travel notes literature. His travel notes are as simple and beautiful as the nature he described, and some people praised them as "the truth of the world, Dai Mengji, strange words."

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