Seeking Su Shi s Man Tingfang, Su Shi s original text and translation

The snail horn is famous, and the fly's head is small, so he is very busy.

Everything is predetermined, who is weak and who is strong.

And while you are still old, you must let me go, and some people are crazy.

In a hundred years, Hun Sect was drunk, 36,000 fields.

Think about it, how much?

Sorrow and wind and rain, half of it.

Why should you resist death, talk about the short and the long.

Fortunately, the breeze and the moon are bright, and the moss is exhibited and the cloud curtain is high.

Jiangnan is good, a thousand bells of wine, a song "Full Court Fang".

Su Shi's original text and translation are as follows:

Original. The snail horn is famous, and the fly's head is small, so he is very busy. Everything is predetermined, who is weak and who is strong. And while you are still old, you must let me go, and some people are crazy. In a hundred years, Hun Sect was drunk, 36,000 fields.

Think about it, how much? Sorrow and wind and rain, half of it. Why should you resist death, talk about the short and the long. Fortunately, the breeze and the moon are bright, and the moss is exhibited and the cloud curtain is high. Jiangnan is good, a thousand bells of wine, a song "Full Court Fang".

Translations. With a small amount of fame and profit, what is there to keep busy with? Fame and fortune are free of causes, and those who lose are not necessarily weak, and those who gain are not necessarily strong.

Hurry up and take advantage of the idle body when you are not old, put aside the shackles, indulge yourself, and be at ease. Even if it's only a hundred years, I'd like to get drunk 36,000 times.

Contemplation calculates that half of the days of life will be disturbed by sorrow and wind and rain. What's the need to talk about it all day long? It is better to face this breeze and bright moon, spread out with moss as a mattress, and use the white clouds as a tabernacle.

How beautiful life is in Jiangnan, a thousand bells of wine, and an elegant song "Man Tingfang".

Appreciation. This song "Man Tingfang" is mainly argumentative and lyrical. The last film goes from satirical to cynical, and the next film goes from sighing to comfortable.

It truly shows the complex inner world of a loser, and also vividly portrays the two character levels of the lyricist's cynicism and elegantness, which is very typical in feudal society.

The lyricist started with an argument, and used the art of image to summarize the worldly fame and fortune mercilessly. Fame and fortune have occupied the hearts of many people in the world, and dominated the emotional world of many people's joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and it constitutes the core of secular concepts.

Su Shi's original text and translation are as follows:

1. Original text. There is a prefect of the king, who has abandoned the official Huangzhou for 33 years, and the yellow people call him Mr. Wang. Because of sending Chen Xi, it is too much, because of this.

Twenty-three years, who survives now? Count only Jun and the Yangtze River. Awe-inspiring cypress, frost and suffering.

Heard the ancient county of Sizhou, on the cloud stream, the bamboo dock pine window. On the south bank of the Yangtze River, not because of sending a son, would you rather live in my country?

Throwing tarts, sparse rain, wind and forest dance, smoke covers clouds. I would like to hold this invitation and drink an empty tank. Mr. Layman is old, in a real dream, relatively crippled. The song is broken, the pedestrians have not risen, and the boat drums have met.

2. Translation. After 33 years, who still exists today? It is calculated that only the noble character of Chief Wang can be compared with the Yangtze River.

Its wind and bones are as awe-inspiring as cypress, and how much suffering has been endured by frost. I heard that in the ancient county of Sizhou, on Yunxi, there is a house made of bamboo, and its windows are made of pine wood. If Mr. Wang hadn't come to send Chen Xi to the south bank of the Yangtze River, how could he have come to Huanggang County, where I live?

The sound of the rain was sonorous and powerful. After the drizzle, the wind and forest danced, and the smoke and mist covered the houses. I would only like to invite Mr. with a glass and drink the wine dry in one go.

The monk of Dongpo is already old, and it is as if he is drinking with you all night in a dream, facing the broken lamp. The singing was interrupted, the pedestrians had not yet gotten up, and the boat drums were already ringing, urging the pedestrians to set off.