Yuan Zhongdao, translated You Gaoliang's The Story of the Bridge.

Interpretation of Gao Liang Qiao Ji in Ming and Yuan Dynasties;

There used to be a clear ribbon river with willows stretching for dozens of miles, just sunny and warm as spring. Yuan Hongdao took me to visit with Wang. At that time, the citizens were dredging the silt in the river. Mud piled up on the road, and the thin horse couldn't walk. We walked outside Xizhimen.

It's mid-March, the willows haven't sprouted yet, and the ice has just melted. We are sitting under the withered willows by the water and drinking. Just as the conversation was carefree, the storm came from the north, and the dust covered the sky, even the people opposite could not see it. Sand hits the eyes, blocks the nose and mouth, and makes a noise when chewing.

Frozen branches were blown off, old trees whined and stones collided with each other. It was very cold, so we put on mink hats and thick fur coats to resist the storm, but we still couldn't stand it, so we hurried home. At dusk, I walked clumsily between ditches, and went through hardships to get home, sitting in the middle of the night with broken sand in my mouth.

Alas, in February and March in the south of the Yangtze River, the grass is lush, the urban and rural areas are full of flowers, and the weather is beautiful. You can go for an outing in the first month. Why is Kyoto so bad? I think it's ridiculous to come here if it's not necessary. Besides, people with high status must live here to hold official positions.

People who are engaged in divination and fortune telling have to come here in order to get enough food and clothing. There is no job now, but I can't get it after repeated efforts. The effect can be seen. But my family has an industry to make a living, but I gave up enjoying the scenery of flowers and birds and ran to a place full of turbid smoke. I have asked myself this question, and I can't explain it.

In this case, this trip should also be written down, using it to write down my obsession with career promotion but shameless, putting the cart before the horse, lack of consideration.

Original text:

Sorghum old clear water area, willow color dozens of miles, the wind is slightly mild. The corps commander swims with the prince. At that time, all the people in the street crossed the ditch and mud, so they were stuck in the road and stepped on the door when they couldn't walk any further.

So in mid-March, before the willows were pulled out, the ice was slightly cold, and Liu Xia sat in the water and drank. Tan Feng is calm, but the wind is blowing from the north, and the dust covers the sky. There's no one across the street, and my eyes are stuffed and chewed.

Frozen branches fall, ancient trees count, stoning. It's freezing, and I'm in love with a mink hat, and I'm focused on the enemy, but I still can't afford it, so I'm in a hurry. It was dusk, the ditch was a mess, and I finally got to the mansion. I sat until the third night, and the sand in my mouth was still gravel.

Hey! In February and March in the south of the Yangtze River, the grass is blue and white, and the weather is beautiful. Last spring, you could go for an outing, so his suffering came. If it's not a last resort, so is the servant. I see. And that's how husbands and nobles forced themselves, for official positions. Tourists and mountain people are forced to do this for food and clothes.

Today, I have no official position, and I have repeatedly asked but failed to do so. The effect can also be seen. The family has an industry to make a living, give up the joy of flowers, birds, fish and insects, and rush to the hometown of smog and dust, asking for trouble and not solving it. However, it is also appropriate to travel and read books. The reason why books are addicted to it is shameless. If you don't calculate it, it will be reversed.

Extended data writing background:

Yuan Zhongdao, born in Qin Long on May 7th, four years (1570 June 10), is a scholar at the age of 16. He calls himself a hero, has a generous personality, likes to make friends, and loves reading books of Lao Zi, Zhuangzi and Buddhism. After Zhongdao came of age, the two brothers successively passed the imperial examination and entered the official career, in order to oppose the retro simulation of the "seven sons" before and after, advocate innovation and become famous in the literary world. Together with his two brothers, he made friends with celebrities and scholars who advocated innovation.

In the sixteenth year of Wanli, he came to Beijing, made more friends and benefited from poetry. On the recommendation of Li Zhi, Mei Guozhen, governor of Datong, invited him to be a guest several times. He wrote back and said, "Gong Ming has 10,000 horses, but he wants to sit on the ground and summon Uncle Hu, the national scholar!"

So Mei Guozhen sent someone to get the horse ready and then go to meet him. In the twenty-third year of Wanli, I visited the fort and Mei was the guest of honor. Accompanied by hunting and sightseeing, Mei praised every poem he wrote: "What a genius!" " After leaving the fortress, I went to Qi and Mount Tai to watch the sunrise. In September this year, I went to Wuxian and visited the places of interest in wuyue. Soon, his poems were published in the world.

Hongdao said in the preface, "Most of them express their spirit independently and don't stick to any model. They refuse to write unless it comes from their own ideas. Sometimes feelings and situations can be thousands of words in an instant, such as injecting water to the east, which is amazing. " This collection of poems once became a model of the works of the "public security school". "All the celebrities in Wuzhong, Gao Feng, singers and old ladies are celebrities, and the public is chanting scriptures everywhere."

It was not until the thirty-first year of Wanli that he was thirty-four years old that he was promoted to Shuntian after having obtained the provincial examination. Gao Jinshi fell out of favor many times in Sun Shan, so he indulged in mountains and rivers, studied Buddhism and Zen, and entertained himself with poetry and wine. In the autumn of the thirty-sixth year of Wanli, he returned to his hometown from Beijing and visited places of interest such as Lizhou, Deshan and Taoyuan in Hunan.

The following year, I bought a wooden boat in Shashi, named it "Fan Fu", loaded it with dry food, books, calligraphy and painting, went down the Yangtze River, watched Shishou Embroidered Forest, climbed Huarong Ancient Road, climbed Dongting Junshan, hung the ancient battlefield of Chibi, climbed the Yellow Crane Tower, stepped into Qingchuan Pavilion, visited Jinling, the old capital of the Six Dynasties, and visited the hometown of Zhenjiang. Then transfer to the north, enjoy the scenery of the canal and swim to Beijing.