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The Story of Little Stone Pond - Poetry Annotation.

Bamboo: Bamboo in a forest.

Such as the sound of the jade pendant and the jade ring worn by the person.

Qingwei: Clear.

The whole stone is the bottom: (the pool) is based on the whole stone.

Near the shore, roll the bottom of the rock: Near the shore, some parts of the bottom of the stone are rolled up to expose the water.

For Di, for the island, for the ridge, for the rock: become the different shapes of the island, the island, the rock, etc.

Di, the water highland.

Island, small island. Ridge, uneven rock.

Emerald vines: Emerald green vines.

Ke Bai Xu head: There are about 100 or so.

It's like swimming in the air and having nowhere to go: it's as if they're swimming in the air, with nothing to rely on.

The sun shines through, and the shadows are on the stones: the sunlight reaches the bottom of the water, and the shadows of the fish are reflected on the stones.

Still: (Fish Shadow) is dumbfounded. Suddenly, stunned.

Hur is gone: suddenly he swims into the distance.

Suddenly. Coming and going: coming and going is light and agile.

Fighting and twisting and snakeing, the light and extinction can be seen: (the spring water) twists and turns, (looking at the past) a section can be seen, and a section is invisible.

Twists and turns, like the Big Dipper.

Snakewalking, bending like a snake crawling.

Bright and extinguished, present or hidden.

Tooth Difference: Interlaced like a dog's teeth.

Chilling and quiet: I feel desolate, cold to the bone, extremely quiet, and very deep. Quietly, so quiet that it makes people feel sad.

Deep, deep. With its realm clear: bleak, deserted.

Subordinate and subordinate, Cui's second child: I took two young people with the surname Cui, who now refer to a character in Peking Opera.

The story of the small stone pond from the hillock to the west of one hundred and twenty steps, separated by bamboo, smell the sound of water, such as the ring of the ring, the heart is happy. Cut down the bamboo to take the road, see the small pool below, and the water is especially clear. The whole stone is the bottom, near the shore, and the bottom of the rolled stone is out, for the di, for the island, for the ridge, for the rock.

The green trees are verdant, swaying, and uneven.

The fish in the pool can have a hundred heads, all of which are like empty swimming and have nothing to rely on. The sun is shining, and the shadows are on the stones, and they are not moving; He is far away, and he goes back and forth. It seems to be fun with tourists.

Looking at the southwest of the pond, the snake is twisted and turned, and the light and extinction are visible. Its shore is different from each other, and its source is unknown.

Sitting on the pond, surrounded by bamboo trees on all sides, lonely and uninhabited, sad and cold, quietly gloomy. It is not allowed to live for a long time, but to remember it.

Fellow travelers: Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, Yu Di Zong Xuan. Those who are subordinate to each other, Cui's two junior students: say forgiveness, say Fengyi.

Translation: Walking one hundred and twenty steps west from the hillock, across the bamboo forest, I heard the sound of flowing water, which was like the sound of jade pendants and jade rings colliding with each other on a person's body, and I was very happy. After cutting the bamboo, a path was opened, and a small pool could be seen when you went down, and the water was particularly clear. The bottom of the whole pond is a stone, close to the shore, and some parts of the bottom of the stone roll out of the water surface, forming various different shapes such as Di, Yu, Ji, and rock.

The green trees, the verdant stems, are covered and entangled, shaking and linked, jagged, fluttering in the wind.

There are about 100 fish swimming in the pool, all of which seem to be swimming in the air and have nothing to rely on. The sunlight shines directly on the bottom of the pool, reflecting the shadows of the fish on the stone surface of the water, and stops there in a daze; Suddenly, he swam away into the distance. The comings and goings are brisk and agile, as if they are amusing each other with tourists.

Looking southwest along the waterhole, the stream twists and turns like the Big Dipper, curves like a snake crawling, and can be seen clearly. The situation on the banks of the stream is as intertwined as dog's teeth, and it is impossible to see the source of the water.

I sat on the edge of the pool, surrounded by bamboo and woods, and there was no trace of it, which made people feel desolate, cold to the bone, extremely silent, very deep. Because the place was too deserted to stay for a long time, he wrote down the scene and left.

The people who traveled with me were Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, and my younger brother Zong Xuan. The entourage followed us with two young men surnamed Cui, one named Shu Ji and the other named Feng Yi.

Center: This article describes the scenery of the small stone pond in the order of the author's travels, but it vaguely reflects the author's sad and miserable mood when he was far away from the wilderness.

Summary. Hello dear, "The Story of Little Stone Pond" is the prose of Wang Xizhi, a writer, calligrapher and painter in the Tang Dynasty, which was written around 420 AD.

Hello dear, "The Story of Little Stone Pond" is the prose of Wang Xizhi, a writer, calligrapher and painter in the Tang Dynasty, which was written around 420 AD.

Hello dear, the theme of the work is "Viewing Stones", which describes that when Wang Xizhi visited Hengshan in Hunan, he stumbled upon a small stone with an inconspicuous appearance, but after breaking it, he found that there were beautiful patterns and colors inside, so as to sigh at the magic and beauty of nature. The work is known for its rough and concise style, smooth brushstrokes and profound and philosophical thoughts, and is known as the pinnacle of ancient Chinese prose. It not only expresses the author's praise and perception of natural beauty, but also contains the sail tone to calm people's thinking and pursuit of their own value.

Translations. I walked more than 120 steps west from the hillock, and across the bamboo forest, I could hear the sound of water, like the sound of the rings worn by a person colliding with each other, and I was happy in my heart. Cut down the bamboo, make a path (walk over), and walk down the road to see a small pool, the water is exceptionally cool.

The small pool is based on a single stone, close to the shore, and some parts of the bottom of the stone are rolled up to expose the water. It has a variety of shapes, such as underwater highlands, small islands, uneven rocks, and rocky rocks. Verdant trees, verdant vines, sheltered and entangled, swaying and drooping, jagged, fluttering in the wind.

There were about a hundred fish in the pool, all of which seemed to be swimming in the air, with nothing to rely on. When the sun shines directly (to the bottom of the water), the shadow (of the fish) is reflected on the stone, and it is motionless (there), and suddenly it swims away, coming and going, briskly and agilely, as if amusing each other with the people who are playing.

Looking to the southwest of the small stone pool, (the stream) zigzags like the Big Dipper, winds like a snake, and disappears from time to time. The terrain on both sides of the river is intertwined like a dog's teeth, and the source of the stream cannot be known.

I sat on the edge of the pool, surrounded by bamboo forests and woods, silent and empty. It makes people feel desolate, cold to the bone, quiet and far-reaching, and filled with a sad atmosphere. Because the environment here is too bleak to stay for long, I made a note of the scene here and left.

The people who went to play with them were Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, and my younger brother Zong Xuan. Accompanying them were two young men surnamed Cui. One is called forgiveness, and the other is called Fengyi jujube. Stool clear dates.

Walking a hundred and twenty steps west from the hillock, across the bamboo forest, I heard the sound of the water flowing, like the sound of the jade pendants and jade rings worn by people touching each other (so crisp and pleasant), and I felt very happy in my heart. (So) cut down the bamboo to open up (a) path, go down the trend and you can see (some translate as appearing: through "present" appear) a small pool, the water of the pool is particularly cool, the pool is made of a whole stone as the bottom, close to the shore, the bottom of the stone bends upward, exposing the water surface, forming water highlands, small islands, uneven rocks, stones (various different shapes).

On the shore) verdant trees, turquoise vines, covered and entangled, shaking and linked, jagged, drifting in the wind.

There are about a hundred fish in the pool, all of which seem to be swimming in the air, and they have nothing to rely on. When the sun shines directly (to the bottom of the water), (the shadow of the fish) is reflected on the stone, and it is motionless (where it stops), and suddenly it swims (again) into the distance, coming and going briskly and quickly. It seems to be amused by tourists.

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Looking southwest of the waterhole, [the stream] zigzags like the Big Dipper[9] and curves like a snake crawling, sometimes visible, sometimes invisible.

The banks of the stream are intertwined like dog's teeth, and it is impossible to know where it comes from.

I sat on the edge of the pool, surrounded by bamboo and woods, silent and desolate without anyone else, (the deep and sad atmosphere (such an environment) made people feel desolate, cold to the bone, and the quiet and far-reaching environment was filled with a sad atmosphere. Because the environment here is too bleak to stay for a long time, (I) made a note of the scene here in Xiaotan and left.

The people who went to visit with us were: Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, and my younger brother Zong Xuan. There were two young people surnamed Cui who went with him: one was called Shu Ji and the other was Feng Yi. Close.

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Walking one hundred and twenty steps west from the hill, through the bamboo trees lined with trees, I heard the sound of flowing water, like the sound of jade pendants and jade rings worn by people colliding with each other, and my heart was happy. Looking down at the pool water, the water is particularly clear, take the whole stone as the bottom of the water, close to the shore, some parts of the stone at the bottom of the water roll out, become different shapes such as Di, Yu, and Jiyan. Verdant trees, emerald green stems, covered, entangled, swayed, connected, jagged, fluttering in the wind.

Walking one hundred and twenty paces west from the hillock, across the bamboo forest, I heard the sound of the water, like the sound of the jade pendant and the jade ring worn by a person (so crisp and pleasant). [I] am very happy about this. The bamboo was cut down and a path was opened, and a small pool could be seen as it was clear.

The pond uses a whole stone as the bottom, and near the shore, the bottom of the stone (some parts) is rolled over to expose the water surface, forming a di, an island, a ridge, a rock, etc. (various shapes). Green trees, verdant vines, covered and entangled, swaying and linked, jagged, drifting in the wind. There are about a hundred or so fish swimming in the pond, all of which seem to be swimming in the air and have nothing to rely on.

The sunlight shines down (to the bottom of the water), and (the shadow of the fish) is reflected on the stone face, and it is motionless (to stop there); Suddenly, he rushed into the distance, coming and going briskly and agilely, as if he was amusing fellow tourists. Looking southwest of the pool, (the stream) zigzags like the Big Dipper and the snake crawling, one visible and the other invisible. The terrain on both sides of the stream is intertwined like dogs' teeth, and the source (where) of the stream is unknown.

Sitting on the edge of the small stone pool, surrounded by bamboo and woods on all sides, silent and cold without others, (that deep and sad atmosphere,) makes people feel desolate, cold to the bone, (really) very quiet, very deep. Because the environment was too deserted to stay for a long time, I wrote down the scene and left. The people who played together were Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, and my younger brother Zong Xuan.

As the people who followed the entourage, there were two young people surnamed Cui, one named Shu Ji and the other called Feng Yi.