Zheng Banqiao s Bird Says translation 5

Original] Raising birds

Soyun is not allowed to raise birds in cages, and Yu does not love birds, but there is a way to raise birds. If you want to raise birds, there are many kinds of trees, so that hundreds of trees around the house, support the dense and dense, and be the bird home of the bird country. When he first woke up from his sleep, Shang Zhan turned to the quilt and listened to a piece of chirping, such as the music of "Cloud Gate" and "Salty Pond"; And get up in your clothes, rinse your mouth and sip tea, see its brightness and vitality, and come and go, dizzying, it is not just the joy of a cage and a feather (11).

The fun of life is large, and the heaven and earth are confined (12), Jianghan is the pool, each suitable for the day (13), and Si is happy. Compared with the pot fish cage bird, its huge and fine kernels are also like (14)!

Word Notes] Selected from "The Book of the Banqiao Family", written by Zheng Xie. Fu Shu Dense: The appearance of lush foliage.

Rotate back and forth. 啁 (zh u) tweet (ji&):

Bird calls. "Cloud Gate" and "Xianchi": Ancient music and dance names, according to legend, it is the dance of the Yellow Emperor and Tang Yao.

Jaw (hu@) face: Wash your face. Sip (chu ) 茗 (m0n):

Drink tea. Yang Hui (hu9) vibrating: Spread your colorful wings and fly.

Suddenly, suddenly. Dizzying (j!

The eyes can't see it. (11) It's not just a cage and a feather

It means that the fun of a cage and a bird is not comparable in the first place. (12) 囿 (y u): garden.

13) To each according to his own nature: It means to live freely according to his nature. (14) How can it be as good as that:

It means that the size of such a space, the kindness or cruelty of the heart, how far apart!

Poetry translation] As mentioned above, birds should not be kept in cages, but I have never disliked birds, but there are ways to raise birds. If you only want to raise birds, it is better to plant more trees, so that the trees surround the house as many as hundreds, and the branches and leaves are luxuriant, and they are all fluttering, becoming a paradise for birds. Every morning, when I just woke up from my sleep and was still tossing and turning in the futon, I could hear a bird's call, as if I heard the sound of music such as "Cloud Gate" and "Salty Pond"; When you get up and get dressed, wash your face and rinse your mouth, and taste the tea, you can see them spread their colorful wings and fly, flying back and forth all at once, and they can't even see it with their eyes.

Probably the joy of life is to treat heaven and earth as a garden, and rivers as pools, and live freely according to their own nature, and enjoy this kind of scene is the greatest happiness.

My family has two thatched houses, and bamboo is planted in both the south and west. In summer, the branches and leaves of the new bamboo have just stretched out, the green trees are shady, the light and color are shining, and it is very cool and comfortable to put a bed in the bamboo forest. At the turn of autumn and winter, take out the skeleton of the screen, cut off the two ends, place it horizontally to become a pane, and then paste it with evenly white tissue paper.

When the wind and the sun were warm, the half-frozen flies flew again, hitting the window paper and making a thumping sound. At this time, the scattered bamboo shadows on the window paper are not a natural picture? The bamboo I painted is not inherited by my teacher, and most of them are obtained from paper windows, powder walls, sunlight, and moon shadows.

I teach at a private school by the river, and I often get up in the morning to observe the bamboo. At this time, the smoke, the shadow of the sun, and the dew all float and flow among the sparse branches and dense leaves. As a result, the emotion in his chest was erect, and he had the idea of painting.

In fact, the bamboo reflected in my mind at this time is no longer the bamboo that my eyes see, so I quickly took the inkstone and grinded the ink, painted the paper, took advantage of the pen, and waved it to the fullest, and quickly became a picture. At this time, the bamboo drawn by the pen is no longer the bamboo reflected in my mind. In short, it is an indisputable law that ideas arise before they are put to paper; But the overflow of interest outside the law is all up to the work of personal luck.

Is it just about painting?

I planted dozens of pots of orchids, and when spring came to an end, they all looked wilted and withered, as if they missed their hometown. Therefore, they were transplanted between the rockeries, and in the gap between the rocks on the north side of the mountain, they were able to escape the scorching sun and get close to the dry place, facing my hall, and there was no obstruction to the eyes. In the second year, dozens of new branches suddenly sprouted, straight up, and the fragrance was solid, thick and long-lasting.

Another year, Youzheng is growing more luxuriant. From this, I realized that everything has its own nature.

So he wrote a poem and gave it to the orchid, and the poem said: "The orchid is originally a grass in the mountains, and this flower is planted in the mountains." The earthly world has planted pots, (ang:

It is better to stay with the smoke. He also said: "The orchids in the mountains are like a canopy, and the leaves are warm and the climate is strong."

The valley is not far away to send Huimo Bridge incense, how can it be sent to the vulgar dust? "This is just a rockery, but that's it, let alone a real mountain! The flowers of this orchid I painted are all above the top of the leaves, and they are very fat and strong, which is because it is an orchid in the mountains and not an orchid in a pot.