Translation of the full text of The Story of Traveling to the Sorghum Bridge Yuan Zhongdao .

Gaoliang Bridge is in Xizhimen.

Outside, it is the most beautiful place in the capital. The two rivers are sandwiched by the embankment, the weeping willows meander for more than ten miles, the water flow is fast and clear, the fish sink to the bottom, fish scales and fins.

You can see it clearly. Buddhist temples are dotted around, red mansions and pagodas, and they are particularly beautiful against the backdrop of green trees. The scenery seen from the seats set up for visitors in the West Mountain is different in the morning and evening, as if it is deliberately used to entertain tourists.

When spring is in full swing, the dignitaries and nobles in the city, as long as they are not particularly free, will come here for a visit.

On the first day of March, I took Wang Yuan and the monk Lonely to visit together. At that time, the willows had just budded, the mountains were foggy, the water was flush with the river embankment, and the sound on both sides was continuous. Sitting cross-legged on the roots of the ancient trees, drinking tea as wine, the shadow of the green trees and waves is like persuading people to drink ** and brocade silk, the clear water makes me have an illusion, as if the fish are flying in the sky, the birds are swimming in the water, people come and go, and it seems to be a part of this scenery.

The tourists on the river embankment saw the three of us sitting on the ancient trees, like stupid monks, and they all looked at each other and smiled.

And we are laughing at the fact that they set up a feast here, noisy and angry, and this beautiful scenery does not match in the slightest, and we do not know how to follow it.

Where did it come from? After a while, he met Huang Wei, who had been in the same year, told him to come down, talked with him for a while, and walked to Kek Lok Temple.

After watching the plum blossoms, I went home.

"The Story of the Gaoliang Bridge".

In ancient times, the area of Gaoliang Bridge was prosperous and magnificent, Qing Qi overlooked Gaoliang Bridge on the towering Xizhimen City Tower, the long river was like a jade belt, the white bridge crossed the clear water, the green shade was stored in the wine shop, and the ancient temple was connected to the West Mountain. A close look at the high beam bridge, under the bridge, the willow waves and swallows chase the clear waves; On the bridge, pedestrians, cars and horses shuttle. When you go out of the city and enter the city, you must pass through here, so this place is very lively.

Looking at the high beam bridge from the side, there is a small bridge, flowing oak water, and the feeling of people. Buildings, water, bridges, and people make up Yanshan.

At the foot of a "Qingming Riverside Map."

Legend has it that the name of the Gaoliang Bridge was given because of Liu Bowen.

He was ordered to build the capital and moved all the good mountains and rivers to Beijing. Therefore, it angered the dragon god who was in charge of the water system. In a fit of rage, the dragon god stole the water from the city. When Liu Bowen found out, he immediately sent his subordinate named Gao Liang.

The general catches up. On the way back from capture, Ryujin broke the rope and fled. Before running, he also pushed the water truck loaded with water into the long river. Gao Liang was afraid that the emperor would blame him and jumped into the long river. Since then, the bridge where he jumped into the river harmonizes with the sound of his name and is called the Gaoliang Bridge. That's it.

Encyclopedia - Tour Gaoliang Bridge.

The sorghum bridge originally had a clear bag-like river, and the willow color stretched for dozens of miles, and the weather happened to be relatively sunny and warm. Zhonglang took me and Wang Zhangpu to go on a tour together. It was the silt that the citizens were dredging the canal, the silt was piling up on the road, and the emaciated horses could not walk, so we walked to the outside of Xizhimen.

It was the middle of March, the willows had not yet budded, the ice had just melted, and I was sitting under the dead willows near the water's edge drinking. As soon as the conversation was in full swing, a storm came from the north, and the dust covered the sky, so that even the people on the other side could not see it. The sand hits the eyes, clogs the mouth and nose, and the chewing makes a sound.

The frozen branches were blown off, the ancient trees whined, and the troubled times struck. It was very cold, so they put on a mink hat and a thick leather jacket to ward off the storm, but they still couldn't bear it, so they hurried home. At dusk, I walked in the ditch in a very embarrassed way, and after a lot of hardships to get home, I sat until midnight, and there was still broken sand in my mouth.

Hey, in February and March in the south of the Yangtze River, the grass is green, the urban and rural flowers are full of flowers, the wind and the sun are beautiful, and you can go on an outing in the first month, why is Kyoto so bad. If it weren't a last resort, and the dust came here, I think it's ridiculous. Moreover, the reason why people with high status had to live here was to hold official positions and travel people.

The reason why people who are engaged in divination, fortune-telling and other professions have to come here is to seek food and clothing. Now I don't have a half-official position, and I have repeatedly sought but failed to get it, and the effect is also visible. And the family had an industry to make ends meet, but they gave up to enjoy the fun of landscapes, flowers and birds, and ran in a place full of turbid smoke and dust, I asked myself this question, I can't explain.

That being the case, this outing should also be written down, written down as a record of my fascination with trying to drill camp without shame, putting the cart before the horse and lacking consideration.

Here is a translation of Yuan Zhongdao's "Traveling to the Sorghum Bridge", refer to it, the complete translation cannot be found.

The high beam bridge is outside the Xizhi Gate, and the most scenic spot in Jingshi is also. Two water embankments, weeping poplars for more than ten miles, the flow is rapid and clear, the fish sinks to the bottom, the scales are seen. Fine blue chess, Danlou bead tower, slender green trees.

And the West Mountain is in a few seats, and the colors are set up every day to entertain visitors. When the spring is in full bloom, the city sergeants and women gather, and the gentlemen and doctors are not very immaculate, and there are no disagreements to the place.

On March 1, he traveled with Wang Shengzhangfu and monk Lonely. When the willows are new and green, the mountains are slightly blue, the water is flat with the embankment, and the silk pipe is sandwiched between the bank. Sitting on the ancient roots, drinking tea and feeling wine, feeling the shadow of the waves, flying and sinking of fish and birds, and the exchange of characters, feeling the play equipment.

The people upstream of the embankment, seeing the three people sitting under the tree like a Zen idiot, all smiled at each other. And the rest of the people also whispered that they were in the feast, noisy and angry, the mountains and rivers were not compatible, and there was no joy. Shaoqing, in the same year, Huang Zhaozhi came out of the guest, called down, talked with him, and walked to the Jile Temple ** plum blossom and returned.

Translation: The sorghum bridge is outside the Xizhi Gate, and it is the most beautiful scenery in the capital. The two rivers are sandwiched by the embankment, the weeping willows meander for more than ten miles, the water flow is fast and clear, the fish sink to the bottom of the water, and the fish scales and fins are clearly visible.

The Brahman's temple is lined up one after another, and the red mansion and Zhu Pagoda are particularly colorful under the background of green trees. And from the Xishan for visitors to see the exquisiteness sooner or later, it seems to be the same as the intention to entertain tourists. When spring is in full swing, the dignitaries and nobles in the city only need to travel here if they are not out of the ordinary city and have no time.

On the first day of March, I took Wang Yuan and the monk Shanzi on a trip together. At that time, the willows had just sprouted, the mountains were foggy, the water was flush with the river embankment, and the sound on both sides of the river was from time to time. Sitting cross-legged on the root of the ancient book, the tea is seen as wine to drink, the shadow of the green trees and waves is just like the ** and brocade silk that persuade people to drink, the clear water makes me have an illusion, it seems that the fish is flying in the sky, the bird is swimming in the water ordinary, people come and go, and it is just like a part of this scenery.

The visitors on the river embankment saw themselves sitting on the ancient trees, like stupid monks, looking at each other and smiling. And I am laughing at the fact that they set up a feast here, noisy and angry, and this beautiful scenery trickles down, and I don't know where the joy comes from. After a while, I met Huang Wei, who was in the first year of unification, asked him to come down, talked with him for a while, walked to Kek Lok Temple to admire the plum blossoms, and then went home.

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