Man Jiang Hong (Visiting Qingfeng Gorge and Zhao Jinchen Fu Wen Yun) Original Text_Translation and Appreciation

The two gorges are full of new rocks. Ask who owns them, and the old buildings of Qingfeng. The eyes are full of clouds and birds coming and going, the streams are red and the mountains are green. There is no one in the world who can smile and be proud, but there is no one who greets guests in front of the door. If you are afraid of being desolate and having nothing to accompany you, plant more bamboos. Wonderful style, ice jade. The poem is good and the cream is fragrant. Sighing only for today's characters, one Kui should be enough. People are like Qiu Hong, unable to settle down, and things are like missiles that need to be mature. Laughing at the king, accompanying him with wine and singing, a song of joyful spring. ——Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty, "Manjianghong (Visiting Qingfeng Gorge and Zhao Jinchen Fu Wenyun)" Manjianghong (Visiting Qingfeng Gorge and Zhao Jinchen Fu Wenyun) The two gorges are full of new rocks. I asked who occupied them and the old buildings of Qingfeng. The eyes are filled with clouds and birds coming and going, the streams are red and the mountains are green. There is no one in the world who can smile and be proud, but there is no one who greets guests in front of the door. If you are afraid of being desolate and having nothing to accompany you, plant more bamboos.

Wonderful style, ice jade. The poem is good and the cream is fragrant. Sighing only for today's characters, one Kui should be enough. People are like Qiu Hong, unable to settle down, and things are like missiles that need to be mature. Laughing at the king, accompanying him with wine and singing, a song of joyful spring. Xin Qiji (1140-1207), a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. His original name was Tanfu, changed to You'an, and his nickname was Jiaxuan. He was Han nationality and a native of Licheng (now Jinan, Shandong). When he was born, the Central Plains was occupied by Jin soldiers. At the age of 21, he joined the anti-Jin rebel army and soon returned to the Southern Song Dynasty. He has successively served as the pacifier of Hubei, Jiangxi, Hunan, Fujian, and eastern Zhejiang. He devoted his life to resisting gold. He once published "Ten Comments on Meiqin" and "Nine Discussions" to lay out strategies for war and defense. His poems express the patriotic enthusiasm of trying to restore the country's unity, express his grief and indignation about the unrealistic ambitions, and condemn the humiliation of the then rulers for peace; there are also many works that sing about the mountains and rivers of the motherland. The subject matter is broad and he is good at using allusions from previous generations into the lyrics. The style is majestic and heroic yet not lacking in delicacy and tenderness. Because Xin Qiji's anti-golden ideas were inconsistent with the political views of the peace faction in power, he was later impeached and dismissed from office, and retired to Daihu, Jiangxi.

Xin Qiji A night of lovesickness, the waterside is clear and the branches are thin. The small window is like daylight, and the fragrance of love and sex shines through. Clear into the soul of dreams, people thousands of miles away will last forever. Do you know? The rain and clouds are sad, but the style remains the same. ——Chen Liang of the Song Dynasty, "Dian Lips and Ode to the Plum Moon"

Dian Lips and Ode to the Plum Moon. A night of lovesickness, the waterside is clear and the branches are thin. The small window is like daylight, and the fragrance of love and sex shines through.

The soul of dreams is clear, and people thousands of miles away will last forever. Do you know? The rain and clouds are sad, but the style remains the same. Graceful, chanting things, plum blossoms, expressing aspirations, the moon expresses my feelings. The weather is cold and makes people feel haggard. The warm orange scent makes me feel ashamed to wake up early. The jade hairpin falls into the clouds for a while. There are no bead curtain hooks upstairs. A few feet away from the mountain, offering sacrifices to all the high spirits. Standing there, I can't help but smell the residual alcohol. Xiu Luo still slept peacefully. ——Song Dynasty·Cheng Gai's "Die Lian Hua"

Die Lian Hua The chrysanthemums in the small courtyard are still covered with misty rain. The weather is cold and makes people feel haggard. The warm orange scent makes me feel ashamed to wake up early. The jade hairpin falls into the clouds for a while.

There are no hooks on the bead curtains upstairs. A few feet away from the mountain, offering sacrifices to all the high spirits. Standing there, I can't help but smell the residual alcohol. Xiu Luo still slept peacefully. Asking about Shedong Lake, asking for shelter in the West Mountain, Hui Ran is willing to come. There is fragrant orchid and osmanthus, which is infinitely quiet and interesting. The carriages and horses across the stream are nowhere to be seen. Meager profits and false fame, glory in the morning and humiliation in the evening, how can you laugh at me? Resting on my pillow, I was awakened by a ghostly bird, and I was startled back from my midday dream. Sitting alone in Nanzhai without saying anything. So I can call Fangzun to face each other. When I wake up, I am drunk again, and the moon can shine through the thin curtain. When I am still awake, I draw a horn and blow plum blossoms. There is no use for a thousand pieces of gold, only six seals can be hung. Who can plant thorns all over the ground? In the world of human beings, the wandering eagles are allowed to move alone, and the eagles are scolded for wandering low. ——Zhao Shankuo, Song Dynasty, "Qinyuanchun"

Qinyuanchun Asked about the house in the East Lake, and invited her to hide in the west mountain, Hui Ran was willing to come. There is fragrant orchid and osmanthus, which is infinitely quiet and interesting. The carriages and horses across the stream are nowhere to be seen. Meager profits and false fame, glory in the morning and humiliation in the evening, how can you laugh at me? Resting on my pillow, I was awakened by a ghostly bird, and I was startled back from my midday dream.

Sitting alone in Nanzhai, speechless. So I can call Fangzun to face each other. When I wake up, I am drunk again, and the moon can shine through the thin curtain. When I am still awake, I draw a horn and blow plum blossoms. There is no use for a thousand pieces of gold, only six seals can be hung. Who can plant thorns all over the ground? In the human world, it is allowed for wandering geese to move alone, and scolded for wandering low.