1. Classical Chinese essays describing landscapes
Travel Notes on Shizhong Mountain by Su Shi
On a dark night, when the moon was bright, I took a small boat with Mai alone to the foot of the cliff. The boulders stand thousands of feet sideways, like ferocious beasts and strange ghosts, eager to attack people. The falcons on the mountain will startle when they hear the sound of people, and they will buzz in the sky. There is also an old man coughing and laughing in the valley, and he may say: "This is a stork and a crane." The rest of the party is eager to return, and makes a loud noise on the water, and the jingling is like bells and drums, which is endless, and the people in the boat are frightened. If you look at it slowly, you will find that there are stone caves under the mountain. I don't know how shallow or deep they are. Microwaves penetrate into them and they are filled with surging waves. This is why. The boat returned between the two mountains and was about to enter the port. There was a large rock in the middle of the stream, which could seat a hundred people. There were many orifices in the air, which were in harmony with the Feng Shui. There was the sound of boring and boring mandarins, corresponding to those who were facing it, and it was like a piece of music. . Because of his laughter, he said to Mai, "You know what you know? Those who are squeaky are the King of Zhou Jing's inability to shoot; those who are boring and boring are the songs of Wei Xianzi. The ancients did not deceive them."
Former Red Cliff Ode
In the autumn of Renxu, in the seventh month, Su Zi and his guests were boating under Red Cliff. The breeze comes slowly and the water waves are calm. Lifting wine to guests, reciting poems about the bright moon, and singing graceful chapters. After a while, the moon rose above the east mountain, wandering among the bullfights. White dew flows across the river, and the water reaches the sky. Even though a reed is like this, thousands of hectares are at a loss. The vastness is like Feng Xu riding the wind without knowing where it stops; the flutteringness is like being left alone in the world, becoming immortal and ascending to immortality.
So they drank and enjoyed themselves very much, and sang along to the boat. The song says: "The orchid oars are hanging on the osmanthus, and the light is shining in the sky. It's dim in my arms, and I'm looking at the beauty in the sky." There is a guest who blows a hole in the hole, and he listens to the song and harmonizes with it. His voice sounds like resentment. Like admiration, like crying, like complaining; the lingering sound is lingering, like a wisp; the dragon dancing in the secluded gully, weeping in the lonely boat.
Su Zi was stunned, sitting upright, and asked the guest: "Why is it so?" The guest said: "There are few stars in the moon and black magpies flying south. This is not Cao Mengde. Looking to the west of Xiakou and to the east of Wuchang, the mountains and rivers are close to each other and the sky is green. Isn't this what Meng De was trapped in by Zhou Lang? , the flags cover the sky, the wine flows by the river, and the poems are written across the tree. How is the hero of the whole life safe now? Kuangwu and his son are fishing and woodcutting on the river, accompanying fish and shrimps, and making friends with elk, riding on a leaf. In a small boat, I lift a bottle to belong to each other; I send a mayfly to the sky and the earth, a drop in the vast sea. I mourn for the brief moment of my life, and envy the infinity of the Yangtze River; I carry a flying fairy to travel, and I hold the bright moon for the rest of my life; I know it is unexpected, and I leave it to you. "Resounding in the sad wind."
Su Zi said: "You also know that the water and the moon are like this, but they are not gone; those who are full and weak are like that, but the soldiers are not as strong as the generals." Looking at what is changing, heaven and earth cannot last a moment; looking at what is unchanging, things are endless to me, so why should I envy them? No matter how much you take, you can only take in the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains. The ears can hear it and the eyes can take it and create it. This is the infinite treasure of the Creator. , and this is the perfect place for me and my son.”
Since I found it in two places, I won’t write it on the website.
The guests smiled happily and washed the dishes. After drinking, the core of the food is gone, and the cups and plates are in a mess. The couple and their pillows were spread out in the boat, unaware of the whiteness of the east.
Later Red Cliff Ode
It is the tenth month of the year, and I will return to Lingao after walking from the Xuetang. The two guests followed me across the yellow mud slope. The frost and dew have fallen, all the leaves have fallen off, and the figures are on the ground. They look up at the bright moon, look at it and enjoy it, and sing in response to each other. He sighed and said: "There are guests but no wine, there is wine but no food, the moon is white and the wind is clear, what a good night it is!" The guest said: "Today at dusk, I lift the net to catch fish, with a big mouth and thin scales, like a perch in the Songjiang River. Gu An Did you get any wine? "Go back and seek help from your wives." The woman said, "I have a bucket of wine, which I have hid for a long time, just in case my son needs it from time to time." So she took the wine and fish and swam under the Red Cliff again. The river flows with sound, and the bank is broken for thousands of feet; the mountains are high and the moon is small, and the water falls and rocks are revealed. The sun and the moon were as old as before, but the mountains and rivers cannot be recognised. I took my clothes and climbed up, walking on the slanderous rocks, covered with velvet, perched on tigers and leopards, climbed on horned dragons, climbed on the dangerous nests of falcons, and looked down on Feng Yi's secluded palace. Gai Ergu can't follow him. Suddenly there was a long roar, the grass and trees shook, the mountains hummed and the valley responded, the wind blew and the water surged. I am also quiet and sad, solemn and frightened, so awe-inspiring that I can't stay. Instead, he boarded the boat, let it go into the middle of the current, and waited until it stopped. It was almost midnight, and everything was lonely. There is a lone crane coming across the river from the east.
The wings are like wheels, and the silk clothes are black and white. They scream loudly and sweep towards the boat heading west.
After a while, the guest left, and I fell asleep. In the dream, a Taoist priest, with his feathers fluttering, passed by Lingao. He bowed to me and said, "Are you having fun at Red Cliff?" When asked his name, he bowed his head and did not answer. "Woohoo! Heehee! I know it. Those who flew past me at night in the past are not my sons, are they evil?" The Taoist priest smiled, and I was also shocked. Open an account and look at it, but you can't see it. 2. Are there any poems or classical Chinese articles about water?
Crossing the Xiang River by Meng Haoran
Passenger boats are greedy for profit and cross the Xiang River secretly.
The smell of dew smells fragrant flowers, and the sound of singing knows picking lotuses.
The people threw themselves into the fire on the shore, and the fishermen stayed in the smoke of the pond.
The couple asked each other where Xunyang was.
Ask Huai River Bai Juyi
I complain about fame and fortune, and disturb the world.
Why is the Huai River so long that it flows eastward without any idle time?
Lu Shui Song Li Bai
Lu Shui is bright in autumn.
Picking white apples in Nanhu Lake.
The lotus flowers are so charming that they want to talk.
Worry about killing the boatman.
Spring Water by Du Fu
Peach blossoms wave in March, and the river flows with its old traces. When the morning comes, there is no sand tail, and the blue color moves the wood door.
Connect strands of hanging fragrant bait, and connect the canister to irrigate the small garden. Countless birds have been added, and they are noisy as they compete for bathing.
Water in Poems
1. White hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves. ("Ode to the Goose" by King Luo Bin)
2. Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastwards to this point. (Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain")
3. There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. (Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village")
4. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me. (Li Bai's "To Wang Lun")
5. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi's "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River")
6. The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the clear and soft water, (Yang Wanli's "Little Pond")
7. There are two or three branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo. , Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet. (Su Shi's "Inscribed on Huichong's "Late Scene on the Spring River")
8. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water. ("The Book of Songs·Jianjia")
9. How can the water be sluggish, but the mountains and islands are standing still. (Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea")
10. The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I hear the singing on the Langjiang River.
(Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poetry")
The Poetry of Water
Author: Zhou Ying
On the water of the Yellow River, it comes from the sky
The general goes east to wave Searching for all the romantic figures of the ages
In the torrent
But there is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water
The eternal absurdity of fish swimming in contentment
Li Bai’s Yellow River and Su Shi’s Yangtze River Wen Yiduo’s stagnant water
Originating from the logic of teasing
Because it is water, you are not afraid of flooding!
There is no Dongting wave involving female heroes in modern times
The rain clouds of Yaoji Wushan
But it has returned to the vastness of the Han Dynasty and the unimaginable vastness of the water.
The water is far away from the so-called beauty on the side of the water
And the water is long and the water is smooth
The water of life in "Poetry"!
The charm of the Six Dynasties flows
The Chengjiang River is as quiet as the afterglow scattered into silk
The water is delicious after the Tang Dynasty
Peach blossoms and flowing water Mandarin fish Fish fertilizer
Blue waves, emerald green...
Thousands of years have passed away the mad singing and dancing of Mrs. Xiangjun
Qu Zi is buried like the sunset. The chest of sand
Only the white clouds and yellow cranes in the clear sky and the spring water of the river flow eastward!
The Poetry of Water
It did not follow the Western philosophers to return to Socratic philosophy
It did not create the myth before Homer's heroic epic
There are ripples!
Water has no source, no flow, no outlet;
Poetry has form and rhyme!
Even if it is like a ditch of stagnant water,
When stagnant water dies, it will be regenerated abundantly:
A surging stream,
A vast outlet to the sea! 3. Classical Chinese essays describing the sea
Zhuangzi·Autumn Waters
When the autumn water comes, hundreds of rivers will flow into it. The Jingliu River is so big that there are no cattle or horses between the two Zhuzhu cliffs. Then, He Bo was happy and thought that all the beauty in the world was his own. Going eastward along the current, as for the North Sea, looking eastward, you can't see the water end. Then, He Bo began to turn his face, looked at the ocean, and sighed: "There is a wild saying: 'When you hear the Tao, you think that you can't be as good as yourself.' That's what I mean. And I have heard about Shao Zhongni. I heard that those who underestimate Boyi's righteousness have never believed me. Now I see that my son is in trouble, and I will be in danger if I don't come to his family. Those who cannot talk to the sea are stuck in the void; those who cannot talk to the ice in the summer are bound to the time; those who cannot talk to the Tao are bound to the teachings. You come out of the cliff and look at the sea. Knowing that you are ugly, you will be able to talk about Dali. There is no water in the world greater than the sea: all the rivers return to it, and it does not know when it will stop. I don’t know about drought. The flow of these rivers cannot be measured. However, I have never thought of myself as being numerous. I compare myself to the heaven and earth, and receive the energy from yin and yang. I am between the heaven and the earth, just like the small rocks and trees in the mountains. Fang Cunhu sees little, and ridicules himself for having many! Isn't it like the sky in the sky between the sky and the earth? The plan in China is not like the tares in the sea. It's really like millet: "If China is in the sea, isn't it like rice is in Taicang?" 2. The new shoots of willows: "Withered poplars are growing~.") What is the number of rice in Taicang? Ten thousand, people live in one place; people live in nine states, where grains and food are born, boats and carts connect, people live in one place. Isn't this the same as all things? Isn't it like how the five emperors are connected by the body of a horse? The struggle is the concern of the benevolent people, and the work of the scholars is all done! Boyi's speech is for fame, and Zhongni's speech is for gain. Isn't it like you want to have more than water?" . . . .
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The dialogue between the river god and the sea god has profound meaning