The annotation of the book written by Pu Liuxian, the title of The Book Written by Pu Liuxian .

Original. Mr. Pu Liuxian's "Strange Tales from Liaozhai", with a concise pen, the implication is completely traceless, the cover is born from the sons, not only to resist the left history, Longmen (1) also. Legend has it that Mr. lives in the township, Luo Tuo is unmarried, especially (2) weird, for the village boy teacher, poor food self-sufficiency, do not seek others.

When writing this book, I brought a large magnetic poppy (3) every morning, stored bitter tea in the middle, and a pack of tamba mushroom (4), placed it next to the pedestrian avenue, lined with Chen Lu, sat on it, and put the smoke and tea beside me. When he sees the wayfarers, he will insist on words, search for strange things, and let others know; If you are thirsty, you will drink tea, or (5) if you offer smoke, and you will be able to talk freely (6). Occasionally, I will whitewash it.

If it is more than 20 years of cold and summer, this book will tell you (7). Therefore, (8) the penmanship is superb. (1) Zuo Shi, Longmen:

Refers to Zuo Qiu Ming and Sima Qian. Zuo Qiu Ming wrote "Zuo Chuan", and Sima Qian was born in Longmen. (2) Especially:

Extraordinary, ten. (3) Poppy: a bottle or jar with a large belly and a small mouth.

4) Tamba: The old transliteration name of tobacco. (5) or:

Or. (6) Already: Stop, stop.

7) 蒇 (chǎn): Done. (8) Therefore:

So, therefore.

Translation of this paragraph: Mr. Pu Songling's "Strange Tales from Liao Zhai", the pen is precise and concise, there is no trace of his meaning, and his penmanship is born from the articles of the hundred schools of thought, not only Zuo Qiu Ming and Sima Qianxue. Legend has it that Mr. Pu Songling lived in the countryside, and had no companion in a down-and-out situation, and had a particularly strange personality, and was a teacher of the children in the village (that is, a private school teacher), and his family was poor and self-sufficient, and he did not ask for others. When I wrote this book, I took a jar with bitter tea and a pack of tobacco every morning, and put it on the side of the pedestrian avenue with a reed liner underneath, and sat on it, and put the cigarette and tea beside me.

When you see passers-by passing by, you must force them to talk to yourself, and collect wonderful stories and some strange legends, and when you talk to people, you will know these wonderful stories; When you are thirsty, you can give tea to passers-by, or offer cigarettes, and be sure to let them talk. Every time I hear something interesting, I go back and write it down. It took more than twenty years for the book to be completed.

So his penmanship is wonderful. (Zou Tao's "Three Borrowed Writings").

Revelation. It is necessary to pay attention to life, feel life, constantly accumulate materials, and polish with a serious attitude. Summarize the reasons for Pu Songling's "superb brushwork": (1) search for strange things (2) return to whitewash (3) perseverance.

In this paragraph, a subheading is given to each paragraph in four to six words.

The first paragraph: Introduction to Pu Liuxian The second paragraph: Living in the countryside The third paragraph: Searching for strange sayings The fourth paragraph: Therefore, the penmanship is superb.

Classical Chinese interpretation needs context, otherwise it is difficult to read alone, so I figured out a few according to the common meanings.

1.(Context required).

2.And. Same, similar.

3.As. 4.I will insist on my words.

5.Tell (with some consideration, maybe not).

6...of things.

7.Use. 8.Like this.

9.By chance.

10.(Context required).

The "mountain market" of Huanshan is one of the eight scenic spots in Zichuan County, but it is often not seen once in many years. Sun Yunian's son was drinking upstairs with his friends in the same industry, and suddenly saw a lonely pagoda standing up on the mountain, high into the sky, you look at me, I look at you, and surprised and puzzled, thinking that there is no such Buddhist temple nearby. After a while, I saw dozens of palaces, the tiles were green, and the roofs at both ends were raised high, and I realized that it was originally a mountain market.

Soon the high city walls, the high and low walls, continued for six or seven miles, and they became castles. Among them, there are those that look like a tower, some that look like a hall, and some that look like an archway, which appear clearly in front of you, and you can't count them. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the whole city became blurred.

After a while, the wind stopped, the sky cleared, and the previous scene was gone, leaving only a tall building, which met the sky. There are five rooms (on each floor), all with the windows open, and there are five bright places, which are the sky outside the building.

Counting layer by layer, the higher the room, the smaller the bright spots; Counting to the eighth layer, the bright spot is only as small as a star; Further up, it becomes dim, as if there is nothing, and its layers cannot be seen clearly. People on the upper floors (of the lower floors) came and went, doing their own things, some leaning (on the railing) and some standing in different postures. After a while, the building gradually lowered and the roof could be seen; Gradually, it became the same as an ordinary building; Gradually, it became a high bungalow again; Suddenly, it shrank back to the size of a fist, (and then shrunk) to the size of a bean, and finally disappeared completely.

I also heard that there were people who got up early and rushed to see houses, markets, and shops on the hills, which were no different from the conditions of the earthly world, so people called it a "ghost market."

Original text: When writing this book, I carried a large magnetic tile every morning, stored bitter tea in the middle, and had a pack of tamba mushrooms, placed next to the pedestrian avenue, lined with Chen Lu, sat on it, and placed the smoke on the side. When he sees the wayfarers, he will insist on words, search for strange things, and let others know; If you are thirsty, you will drink it with respect, or you will smoke it, and you will be able to talk freely.

Occasionally, I will whitewash it. If it is more than 20 years of cold and summer, this book will be announced. [Translation:.]

When Pu Songling wrote this book, he carried a large porcelain vessel filled with strong tea and a packet of tobacco every day, and placed it on the side of the avenue where pedestrians passed, and placed it on the side of the reed mat underneath, and he sat on it himself, placing the tobacco next to the mat. When you see a person walking by, you must hold him by and talk to him. Collect strange stories and tell strange stories.

Whatever (passing) people know (can be); When (passers-by) are thirsty, they respectfully invite people to drink tea or offer tobacco respectfully, and they must be happy before they stop. I heard something by chance, and when I got home, I whitewashed it. After more than 20 years like this, the book "Strange Tales" was completed.

Mr. Pu Songling's "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" is precise and concise with a pen, and there is no trace of his meaning, and his penmanship is born from the articles of the hundred schools of thought, not just from the articles of Zuo Shi and Longmen. Legend has it that Mr. Pu Songling lived in the countryside, had no companions, and had a particularly strange personality, and was a teacher of the children in the village (that is, a private school teacher), and his family was poor and self-sufficient, and did not ask for others. When I was writing this book, I took a large poppy in the morning, which contained bitter tea, and also took a packet of tambashi (a kind of cigarette), and placed it next to the pedestrian avenue, with a reed lining underneath, and sat on it, and put the smoke and tea beside me.

When you see passers-by passing by, you must force them to talk to yourself, collect wonderful stories and tell some strange legends, and when you talk to people, you will know these wonderful stories; When you are thirsty, you can give tea to passers-by, or offer cigarettes, and be sure to let them talk. Every time I hear something funny, I go back and write it down. It took more than twenty years for the book to be completed.

So his penmanship is wonderful. (Zou Tao's "Three Borrowed Writings").